threesomes

Chapter 1



Sunlight glistens off of the rain drops on the leaves. Miranda walks behind Kevin through the trees.



It’s raining and the spring shower is steady and refreshing. The rain is sudden but it isn’t a problem; Miranda thinks of it as cleansing. She welcomes the fresh smell of the woods in the slow rain as she watches Kevin’s back muscles through the rain soaked T that he is wearing.



They were on their way to the small lake that they enjoy visiting. The decision to take a trip was a spur of the moment one, Miranda had just agreed to a job in a nearby town. A celebration complete with, Kevin thinks, a skinny dip session.



Miranda watches Kevin as he forges his way along the trail ahead of her, his hair wet and his shirt clinging to his muscled arms. She starts watching the muscles in his legs through his tight jeans as he blazes the trail ahead of her. Her eyes involuntarily move to the muscled buttocks flexing with each step he takes. The tight jeans he wears shows off his tight behind and Miranda finds it hard to keep her eyes away, feeling the beginnings of moisture inside her folds. She tries to focus her eyes on the leaves as she steps, but they keep going back to Kevin, trying to focus on that ass of his.



Kevin stops and turns to her when he gets sight of the lake. She really looks beautiful with the light playing patterns across her face as it fights with the shadows. Her eyes look even brighter than usual for some reason. Maybe it is the gentle rain that has started, the way the light makes those eyes seem to overshadow their surroundings or maybe he is just learning to appreciate her beauty. He can feel the beginning of a hardon as he looks at her unrestrained nipples, which try to poke through her wet blouse. They have become so hard that he cannot take his eyes off of them.



She watches him watch her, the rain on his face making him look sexier than ever. She reaches to gather a drop that forms on the end of his nose. His matted hair seems stuck to his face. It reminds her of the time they went for a swim and she saw him wet and shirtless for the first time, his muscles gleaming in the sunlight.



Kevin approaches her, a sultry look in his eye, and she braces herself against a tree.



She feels the tingling start deep down in her stomach as her breathing increases.



‘Should we be doing this?’ she thinks, deciding to ignore that voice in her head….



Her eyes close as Kevin’s face gets closer and she waits for the feel of his lips on hers. Miranda feels cool and hot at the same time. The sound of rain on the leaves echoes in her ears. The spring rain is steady and sensual. There is just enough chill in the air to feel good and his lips and tongue quickly bring her temperature up.



She is aware that her nipples are straining against the wet blouse and she’s glad that she isn’t wearing a bra. She leans back against the tree that helps protect her from some of the rain as Kevin’s lips finds hers.



She stretches her arms upward, liking the feel of her wet blouse on her sensitive nipples as Kevin’s hand gently moves to a breast and caresses a hard nipple. She feels it all the way down to her clit. Her clit is so hard, so engorged, like a tiny cock pressing against her pants.



She moans as Kevin’s fingers pinch and rub her nipples into submission, making them both send signals to her clit as if to say ‘wake up and enjoy’.



Miranda looks skyward and welcomes the rain as it gently caresses her face through the trees.



She knows that both she and Kevin are young and clumsy at this, but he is making her feel so good that she would not even think about complaining.



She isn’t aware that Kevin has moved until she feels him suck a nipple into his mouth. Her knees get weak as he nips at the nipple through her blouse. His tongue circles between playful nips of his teeth sending waves of current straight to her clit. He lets his teeth slide over one and then the other as Miranda squirms, feeling her pussy clench. In no time his hand is on her thigh and slowly moves upward to her mound.



Miranda sighs and bites her bottom lip as he reaches her engorged clitoris. She welcomes his touch as he rubs her engorged lips through her pants. Her eyes close and she moves her crotch toward the hand. Her breathing gets quicker as she grinds against Kevin’s hand like her pussy has a mind of its own.



She feels his hardness rub her thigh as he begins to slide his fingers inside of her waistband.



She reaches to stroke his cock and his mouth is on hers again. She feels his tongue dart past her teeth and her pussy gets even wetter. She grasps the hard cock through his pants and feels the engorged head. Kevin moans as she circles his cock with her small fingers, trying to see how hard she can squeeze it.



Kevin’s hand finds its way inside her pants and is soon rubbing her mound; he feels the soft hair and then moves lower to tease her moist folds with a finger tip. His other hand reaches around her to rub her small, tight muscled behind.



Miranda grasps his tight bicep with one hand while the other squeezes his hard cock. Kevin slowly explores her wetness with his finger. She feels like she is about to explode as he starts to push inside.



She gasps as a finger probes her folds deeper. Her blue eyes open to meet Kevin’s brown ones. She gyrates on his hand as he explores her wetness. A second finger finds her entrance and she tightens her grasp on Kevin’s muscled bicep as he slowly pushes deeper into her. She breathes even deeper as the other hand that has somehow gotten inside her pants, begins to touch her tight back entrance. She hasn’t ever felt both of her holes being teased at the same time, and it was like heaven.



“I don’t know about this.” She whispers between breaths.



He ignores her as he pushes both fingers deeper inside her pussy and makes circles around her anus with the tip of a finger. She sucks in a deep breath as her hips push her pussy closer to his hand, driving those fingers ever deeper.



The fingers begin to explore her wet folds as deeply as they can go. Her pussy seems to have a mind of its own and begins to rotate against Kevin’s hand even harder. She is so wet now that she is soaking his hand as he finger fucks her under the tree. She doesn’t remember ever being this wet before. She feels the beginnings of an orgasm, and then…



Suddenly her eyes get wide and she gasps with a jolt. She is not sure exactly what she feels, but she knows it feels too good to continue.



“Stop—”She mumbles as she pushes his hand away.



Her wet pussy is suddenly empty as the fingers that were embedded inside of her are pulled free from Miranda’s push on Kevin’s arm.



“What?”



“I can’t. It isn’t right.” She nervously makes an attempt to straighten her long dark hair.



“But what about all that ‘I love you’ shit?”



“I just want to wait until the right time.” He looks angry, so she adds. “Please.”



“But this is a great time. The rain is so hot. Don’t you think it’s sexy?”



“Let’s go.” She takes his hand. “Please. Just try to understand.”



Kevin sighs and adjusts his stiff cock in his jeans. “Goddammit, Miranda! How long is it gonna take?”



“Just give me a little more time. Okay?”



He leads the way toward the car.



After a while he stops and faces Miranda. “Things need to happen. I am a red blooded guy and I need sex!”



“Just drop it.”



“But, it’s not like I never fingered you before.”



Miranda becomes angrier. “Just shut up, Kevin. I told you I want to wait for the right time.”



Kevin turns to continue down the trail. “I can’t wait forever, Miranda. I really, really need to fuck something.”



“Well if you can’t wait, I guess you can just go find yourself some little slut and forget about me!”



“Shit, Miranda.” Kevin mutters as he stomps toward the car.



They made the rest of the walk to the car in silence.



In the car, Kevin turns on the radio… Guns ‘n Roses sing ‘I used to love her’. Miranda turns it off and they ride home in silence as she chokes back her tears.

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events.



All Hallows’ Eve



Monday morning dawned, and there were no prizes for guessing that I was hungry, horny, and covered up with school work. I was craving protein at early breakfast, but I remembered to tank up on carbs and water, too, since I was trying to go for 14 miles on MWF days this week and thus skipping lunch. In Rhetoric and Composition, Ms. Wyrickie was smelling tobacco free again, and Sarah was back, saying she had the three day flu but was feeling better. In engineering, Professor Lillehammer was playing catch-up since his absence, and loaded us up with 4 big reading assignments on engineering and the law, all naturally to be covered on the exam this coming Friday. I got to the track and kicked off a pace that I thought would get 7 miles in before Suzanne showed up to do seven more with me. It was several ticks faster than our normal pace, but it was my only choice to get to a regular 15 mile routine given the schedule that I had this semester. I was soon feeling it and breathing hard, but by the time Suzanne showed up I was huffing but had reached a steady state and was not in any real trouble, yet.



She did notice my faster pace, and said “Do you want finish at this new pace?” I nodded and continued to move at the new pace, and she joined me. Of course the new pace was no challenge for her at all. She took up the conversation, which was just what I needed to take my attention off of my legs and lungs, and let me move air wholesale instead of talk. “Lara and I have the costumes all ready to go, and I am looking forward to seeing some real bitch envy!” She laughed way down in her throat, kind of evil like. “There is no chance that any other woman will be wearing the same costume, but there is a chance that no one will notice anybody else’s costume except maybe Lara’s!” Even in my semi-distressed state, I could not mistake her Suzie crowing in anticipation of singing ‘nanny-nanny-boo-boo’ to taunt all the other women at the parties.



She continued, really just warming up. “Lara went a little overboard on the new collars and chains and some matching stuff for you. I asked her about it but she said her daddy was so happy about her new attitude and her grades that she could probably buy Neiman’s out and he wouldn’t care! Some of this stuff was custom, and then when she told the snooty jewelry designer that it had to be ready for Wednesday night, the woman giggled and tried to get Lara to tell her all about us! Lara said she just smiled, and then used your line about ‘they are wonderful ladies and gentlemen and I am lucky to have met them.’ Then the designer lost her haughtiness and said ‘now that’s hot, honey!’ and gave her a high five. She is going out Wednesday morning to pick the stuff up. I am having Nora cover for me in my class so I can go too. I think that will be fun. I might be a few minutes late for running on Wednesday. Can you give me an idea of our schedule for Wednesday night, so we can plan a little bit?”



I was able to talk, but not very loudly. “Start at the Phi Iota Gamma frat party for about an hour, then the Zeta Zeta Zeta frat bash for another hour, then a visit to the Phi Phi sorority house to see Mei Ling and introduce you two to my prospective sub trainee, and finally settling in at the UDP house to win the costume contest and ring in midnight with them. Mei Ling and Cisco and some other folks will probably be at both the Phi Phi party and the UDP party.”



“That sounds wonderful!” She sounded like a kid on Christmas morning. “I need to call a few friends to get some details on those other parties.”



I huffed like crazy through the last lap, and was genuinely worried about finishing the sprint. Just as we started, Suzanne spanked my ass with one sharp swat and said “Nice guys finish sprints, and you do remember what I like to do to nice guys!” She took off and I did my best to keep up with her. I just managed to survive. I could not even begin to talk on the first cool down lap. Suzanne realized my state, and said “Let’s walk three cool down laps.” My response was just a gasp. I was feeling a little better as we walked through the second lap. Then Suzanne smiled, and said “Do want to stop somewhere for lunch so I can blow you under the table?”



I almost stumbled, but I was not ready for any extended conversation. As always, Suzanne filled in any gaps. “Yes, Lara told me about that. She said it made her so hot she almost passed out, and her dad’s new girlfriend had to help her out by providing a diversion. But we also figured something else out, my Animal.” Her tone bespoke attitude and challenge, her Suzie sparking. Suddenly Suzanne had a crafty little Suzie just like Lara did, or maybe even craftier. WTF! “Lara told me that a certain dominant male got really excited too, perhaps very excited by apprehension at the prospect of public exposure, eh? She said your leg was shaking under the table, and you came really fast, not at all your normal pattern, and you came so hard and so much that she almost couldn’t swallow it all, and that girl loves to swallow you as much as I do! She said you even tasted different! Do you want to talk about that?”



I did not, but that probably wasn’t really an option. “Well I asked her to get under the table because my research said it was a relatively ‘normal’ way to get Lara all fired up.” I went on to tell her about accommodation, and how happy I was that Lara could have really big orgasms and really get a release without always being whipped or getting kinkier and kinkier.



“I got all ‘A’s in my Psych classes, Animal. In fact, I never got a ‘B’ until graduate school. But now that you mention it, I see the problem, and I have been researching things a bit, too. But would I be too bold to say that Lara felching your fresh come out of my very recently fucked little ass still qualifies as ‘kinky’? And I have been amazed at how much getting spanked and/or whipped gets me in a real frenzy and makes my orgasms almost apocalyptic! You should try it sometime!”



I laughed. “Well I guess there is kinky and then there is kinky. What made me nervous as the idea of having to hit her more and more and getting to the point where she would be really hurt or scarred, and that really freaks me out! And I just don’t think I’m wired for being submissive.”



She looked at me funny. “I think you should try it once, to see if you like it!”



I thought I heard Mrs. Douglass laughing again. I told her about what I thought about Lara (but not about what Asa told me) and her need to see me as a constant in her life, and my belief that if I appeared submissive to her or around her or even hinted that I would allow her to be with another man, it could knock the underpinnings out from under her current happy state. Suzann looked thoughtful. “I buy that. She has told me that you are her rock, and that your insistence that she belongs to you and you alone makes her incredibly happy. She said would rather watch you do 100 other women than have you tell her she could be with another man!”



Suzanne looked thoughtful. “So that’s why a threesome with another guy is not on the menu for Lara’s kinky agenda, either, huh?”



I nodded. “Plus I don’t think I could handle it, despite my supposed enlightenment.”



She looked really thoughtful, and her crafty Suzy sparked again. “Could you handle it with me?”



Oh shit. I really did not want to have to consider that. “I have to be honest, beautiful, not right now.”



She laughed, a little too much. “It’s not a big issue, right now. But take warning, I may bring it up again in the future. But I am very happy to enjoy what we have and be with just you and Lara right now.”



I relaxed, but then she got me again. “What about being submissive to me, to see if it got you off? Just one on one, so it would have no effect on Lara?”



I just looked at her, and then she smiled and did not press the issue. I guess I dodged the bullet this time, Mrs. Douglass.



At least all this disturbing talk had taken my mind off the oxygen debt and lactic acid from my run. I took a two minute shower, and dashed to my afternoon classes, where I was treated to two pop quizzes (actually practice tests for the exams on Friday) while my classmates were treated to some major growling from my empty stomach. After class, I took my study materials and practically sprinted to the dining hall, and was literally waiting at the door when the serving lines opened up. I worked on school assignments and review doggedly until 2AM, and then hit the sack.



Tuesday morning I was still feeling a little sore from the longer run Monday, and the Tuesday classes were further reviews for the exams on Thursday. In between classes I did my ‘teaching to an empty classroom’ routine and it helped me focus my work. I also took the practice exams I got from Oiler and found a few more things to bone up on. I managed to fit in all my meals to fill my suddenly hollow leg and spent the rest of the day studying.



Wednesday morning I felt better, like I was adjusting to the longer run. I had a big breakfast, and I thought I was ready for the exams. Suzanne was a little late getting back from her jewelry shopping trip with Lara, but she was smiling like a catbird when she arrived. I had a little more in the tank when we finished, and she spent most of the time filling me in about what was planned at some of the parties, although she said UDP always surprised everyone. I told her she would like the band at UDP. She gave me a little kiss, and said “See you at Lara’s at 7:00 PM for your final costuming, Animal. And don’t worry you get to be the dominant male and hold both our leashes tonight, all night. As with Millicent this weekend, too. But some weekend when Lara goes out of town, I might lure you into my spider web and bite you, big boy. So think about that! Dream about that!” She laughed and kissed me again. I had to be careful with this woman. She was wicked smart and suddenly growing very crafty.



After a shower and my afternoon classes I had a very early supper and a short nap, and then got to Lara’s a few minutes before 7:00. Both girls came out in pajamas, led me back into Lara’s bedroom, and proceeded to fit me out, and slapped away my attempts to fondle them. When they pulled out my costume, I was taken aback by its brevity. “What the hell, Lara, there are big holes in the pants!”



“All the better to let your cute little butt cheeks show, my dear!” she said in a fake deep voice.



“What about the hole in the front?”



Suzanne piped up. “That’s going to be filled by some custom jewelry, Animal. How many guys can say their girlfriends had custom jewelry made for their cock?”



“But there’s no shirt at all!”



“There is a shoulder piece attached to the hood, and it is going to look awesome on you!” Lara continued adjusting the little pants. It felt like the vast majority of my butt was out in the air. I looked in the mirror, and it was, but it did not even look like my butt.



Suzanne leaned down and kissed one my butt cheeks. “Looks like all that running may have qualified you for some ass worship, too, my Animal! Your muscular ass is now smoking hot, thanks to your good looking and highly effective running coach, your abs look even better than they did at the first of the semester, and I think you can thank the two of us for all that vigorous fucking that is developing your lower back so nicely. Lara kissed the other cheek. Maybe this outfit would be okay.



Then Lara opened up a Neiman’s box and pulled out something that looked like a silver armadillo, with interlocking articulated sections, like overlapping armored scales on a fish. It was slightly bigger and longer than my fully erect cock, but had extra thick material on the outside that made it bigger and look almost sinister. The mushroom shaped head was a slightly different color, and there were diamond studs on it. Suzanne laughed. “We are going to start a trend with this thing. It combines two things women find very hard to resist, fine jewelry and a nice cock!”



She snapped the fasteners at the base of the codpiece into mating fasteners on the little black leather briefs, and then added gold testicle covers which hung down out of the black leather! They moved back a few inches and admired their work. Lara took out the black leather hood and put it on my head. It was like a Batman mask that just covered the top half of my head, and someone who already knew me well could probably tell it was me, but most folks would not be able to indentify me later. It also had some diamonds on it, and some added material on the top of my head that made me look taller and more menacing, I suppose. The hood flowed seamlessly to some black leather things that looked sort of like quarterback shoulder pads. They made my shoulders look big and more powerful by making them look wider and taller. Lara pulled out another Neiman’s box, and began snapping some gold chairs from the top of the leather briefs to the bottom of the shoulder piece, forming a sparse metal curtain that somehow seemed to emphasize my abs.



Suzanne whistled. “You are right, Lara, that does make his abs stand out better. Those fashion electives you took last year won’t be a waste after all, besides the ‘A’s helping your GPA”.



Then they had me put on some high heeled black boots that matched the rest of the costume. As I stepped back, the overhead light fell on me differently and I noticed that the head of my ‘cock piece’ or whatever you call the thing was not just a different color, it was semitransparent. Lara said “One more test” and took a remote control out of the box and pressed a key, and a strobe light flashed from the end of my dick. There were some other features of the costume that they did not share with me until later.



Finally they pronounced me ready, and Suzanne took pictures with Lara’s camera. “For her design portfolio!” she exclaimed. Then they banished me to living room while they helped each other don their costumes.



I was using Lara’s laptop to surf for more dirt on the AG scandal. The DA was now charging only the guy who used the welding torch with the destruction of evidence, but apparently he did it at the behest of Little Jimmy Craig’s daddy, who was trying to save his political career. The DA did take possession of the backups from the webhost, and her office was officially silent, but ‘a source close to the case’ told a reporter that the videos were shocking and went back for years. The source also said that ‘other charges may be filed.’ One video reportedly showed a seventeen year old pledge with several other men’s semen on his chest, and that may qualify as child pornography. Since no one knew exactly which video that was, all the TV and legit websites had dropped them, but most were already out on the web via screen capture, but apparently they had not been widely circulated in the crystal clear HD format I had seen. The webmaster could not really say where he was and when over the weekend. Several witnesses saw him at a popular river float launch point early Saturday morning, but the next documented location for him was when the Mexican Federales turned him over to the border patrol at the crossing near Nuevo Laredo Monday afternoon. There was reported to be some cell phone video of him cheering wildly for a donkey show at Boy’s Town Sunday. The GPS track on his phone stopped at the river on Saturday morning, and he could not explain where he was or how all those files had been uploaded to the web host from his computer and under his password. The ABC news IT consultant said the fraternities’ IT security was ‘execrable’, which seemed to describe the current AG public image pretty well, too.



The two girls emerged from Lara’s bedroom and I was paralyzed for a few moments when I first saw them, and then a few seconds later I learned how tightly fitted my ‘cock bracelet’ was. Lara came through first, resplendent in a white leather outfit and boots, and then Suzanne strutted out in a similar red leather get up. I can only describe them as ‘sex suits’!



They were skin tight, and had buttock cutouts like mine, and the breast supports were highly ‘ventilated’ to show all aspects of their breasts except the nipples, which were obviously encased in littlie zipper covers that could be removed to expose them completely. There were two similar zipper covers over their crotches, and their placement left no doubt as to what was underneath each. Little chains emerged from all those covers, and were attached to diamond studded gold collars around their necks. The also had color coordinated knee pads and gloves that only covered the heels of their hands but exposed the fingers. Both girls had their hair up in ‘Big Texas’ style and they both looked tall and hot as hell. Matching leather boots with spike heels completed the outfits, and suddenly submission to either or both of these two seemed like a pretty attractive option. Both had on bright red lipstick, perfectly applied makeup, and an expression that said ‘drop and kiss my boots, worm’. Lara carried a white version of her multi-stranded whip, and Suzanne was fondling a red leather riding crop. They were incredible. Lara said “I almost forgot!” and from the closet pulled a big black cape and clipped it to my shoulder piece. I felt like a super hero… with a major hard on.



Each girl took out a black leather leash, clipped it to their diamond studded gold collar, and handed the other end to me. Now I felt like a 15 year old student driver that had just been handed the keys to a matched pair of red and white Bugutti Veyrons. I was speechless. They were not. Both shot out a hip and struck a pose. “Is Master pleased with our efforts?” Master could only make clicking noises. The girls gave each other high fives, and Lara opened the door to the hallway. They pulled me towards the elevator like two eager show dogs anxious to get into the ring. Clearly I was the handler and they were the champions. But I wouldn’t miss this night for anything.



A black stretch limo waited in the garage, and the driver opened the doors for us. He was in his fifties with a weightlifter’s build and he looked and sounded like a cross between George Carlin and Ice-T. He stared incredulously at the girls, and he really only noticed me because they insisted that I sit between them. He introduced himself as Rodney Driver, and said ‘Yes, that is my real name!”, then chuckled and said “This is one of those rare nights when I am really pleased with my choice of career!” and got into the driver’s seat, whistling. He looked at his clipboard, saying “First stop, Phi Iota Gamma house! Glad to see you are getting that over with early!”



Lara leaned up towards the front seat and began talking to him. It turned out he had seen it all in driving for not only her dad for all the football games and the music and film festival bigwigs that come to town every year, but also almost every fraternity and sorority related event over the years, and he had formed some clear opinions about the relative worthiness of the various houses, and the Greek crowd in general. The Phi Iota Gammas (‘PIGs’) were third from the bottom, with Alpha Gamma (‘AGs’), on the bottom and Kappa Kappa Alpha (‘KKA’ AKA ‘KKK’ for their penchant for flying the Confederate flag) in between. Laura asked if he had been following the problems the AGs were having, and he laughed. “That has me watching the six o’clock news every night these days!” he added that he didn’t know much about Zeta Zeta Zeta (‘ZZZ’), but that the Phi Phi Omega sorority (‘Phi Phi’s’ AKA ‘Bi Phi’s), Beta Omicron Theta sorority, (‘BOT’ AKA ‘Booties”) and Upsilon Delta Phi fraternity (‘UDP’) were the “only real class acts of the bunch”. “Therefore”, he opined, “you guys have filled out your dance card just about right.”

As we approached the PIG house Suzanne gave us a mini briefing on the party. As Kevin had advised me earlier, their main goal was to get as many independent girls in for the members to hit on as possible. They also billed it as ‘carnival’ and usually booked carnie style acts like knocking over bowling pins with softballs; guess your weight, and fortune tellers. They were also co-hosting this party with one of the big sororities, so I would likely be meeting a whole new crop of girls I had not encountered before, and I felt a scientific duty to listen carefully for Suzie signals. From the inside of the limo, we could see hand carved jack-o-lanterns, skeletons, and spider webs all over the front porch and windows.



When we pulled up, Rodney told us all to sit tight while he ‘set the stage’ for us. He paused for another moment, and then slowly got out and walked around the passenger side rear door. The limo had already attracted a lot of attention, and Rodney seemed to know how to play to the crowd. He opened the door and said “You gotta make ‘em wait for it a little and then they like it better!” He said I should get out first, and let people “get a load of that sex suit for a while” and then have the girls emerge after “the tension has built up a little bit.” I got out and stood up, the boots and mask making me feel about seven feet tall, and enjoying the unfamiliar feel of a cape swishing as I moved. Rodney and I stood on either said of the door, and he glanced over at the porch, noting that quite a few people were gathered to see who was about to emerge from the limo.



“I guess there is a lot more to a limo than just transportation, eh?”



He laughed. “It is a tribal ritual, just like who had the best horses and carriage and the most footmen used to signify who had the most land!”



“Just like the football games substitute for raiding other villages?” I explained my mother’s theory about modern tribal rituals.



He laughed. “Is your mother a professor of cultural anthropology?”



“She actually teaches financial accounting, but I guess cultural anthropology is like her hobby.”



He chuckled. “Good choice. If I had taken my PhD in accounting instead of anthropology, I wouldn’t be driving a limo!”



Suzanne stepped out of the limo. The group on the porch went completely silent. Rodney beamed. I guess there was a certain status component of who you drove, too, and she had to be at least as hot as anyone who had ever stepped out of his limo. He whispered to me “Are you the luckiest white boy in town or what?”



I smiled. “They are both wonderful young ladies and I am privileged to have met them!”



He chortled. “That good huh?” I smiled my best shit eating grin. I was getting a lot of practice at that.



“She runs 100 miles per week” I said. Rodney’s eyes got a faraway look. Then his pupils bounced as Lara emerged.



“Does she run 100 miles per week, too?”



“No, but she was UIL state champ in tennis two years ago.” He chuckled, and then said “Ohhhh, man, those legs!”



The crowd switched from silence to ‘oohs and ahs’ and then they went completely bonkers when both girls handed me their leashes and got down on their hands and knees. Now I knew what those knee pads and gloves were for. They formed up on the left and right just in front of me, and moved forward toward the stairs, with their breasts hanging down and jiggling their perfect asses back and forth like shameless show dogs.



Rodney exclaimed “Shit, man, that’s the hottest entrance I have ever seen from any limo!” he pulled out his phone and took a brief video. “I also need to call someone and get some help with security before the next stop!”



I just wanted to make sure not to fall down and spoil the mood. The boots were a little taller than I was used to, so I stepped carefully. Then I was shaken when I was hit by a wave, a massive wave, a series of massive waves, of Suzie signals. It was like what I felt at the ZZZ party when Suzanne first entered, but multiplied tenfold and then tenfold again.



My Suzie signal tuner was definitely getting better, because a few weeks ago this incredible outburst would have bewildered me and shut down my receiver. But I could handle it now. I realized I had always associated multiple dimensions to Suzie signals: strength, tone, and wavelength being the big three. At first I could only detect the strongest ones, like the original ‘fuck me’ signal from Suzie Packard in my old neighborhood. Then I realized there were strong ones that said ‘do me tonight’ and medium ones that said ‘chase me, and you will catch me’. Then I realized there were tones and overtones, too. Clear and totally pure signals like Peggy sent were rare, most signals had what I would call a ‘normal’ tone, with a normal amount of noise and distortion. Then there were the fuzzy and raucous signals, sometimes when a girl was getting into new and exciting sexual territory, and the awful ‘nails on a blackboard’ tone that turned my stomach and signaled Melanie’s psycho meltdown. The short wavelength signals were the normal ‘girl signaling for boy’ stuff, then there was the ultra long wavelength ‘male desire signal’ that I had first detected when so many males saw Suzanne in that Roman negligee outfit. In between were the interesting ‘girl signaling for girl’ and the disturbing ‘male signaling for male’ signals, and the middle wavelength ‘carrier’ that carried the modulation that revealed specific things a person wanted.



I had perceived all these individually, and catalogued them like memorizing a list, but now that I was hit with so many at once I began to see them in context and understand how they related to each other. It was almost like memorizing all the element’s names, atomic numbers, and atomic weights, and then suddenly encountering the periodic table for the first time. It all made a lot more sense now. I saw there were some obvious relationships, and some obvious ‘gaps’ where there should be signals that I had not yet perceived. I began wondering how to tune my receiver to the right spots to explore these new ideas and find the new signals.



I had managed to walk behind the girls without stumbling as these revelations hit me, and we ascended the stairs into the huge entrance hall of the PIG house. Theo’s family, the Philadelphia Cadwalladers, had paid for a rebuild of the old house, and it looked pretty impressive — sort of like an even bigger ‘Tara’ from ‘Gone with the Wind’. The folks who had stayed inside suddenly saw the girls for the first time, and a whole new set of signals popped up on my radar. There were girls signaling for me, for Suzanne, for Lara, and for all three of us. There were dozens of males signaling for the girls, some wanted to take their leashes away from me, and others wanting to kneel and let the girls take them over. There were even two males who wanted to dress up and become the third dog on my sled team. Sorry guys, that’s not in my wheelhouse. There were several women who were shivering at the idea of playing with these two, whatever the role they would take.



Theo appeared on the balcony above the foyer, and froze in contemplation of Suzanne and Lara’s outfits. Then he beamed as both girls rose up and said ‘Hail to the Prez!” raising his status several notches. We made our way to the great hall of the house where they had their little carnival stuff set up. The other women were sending those envy signals, moderated perhaps by the fact that the girls were down on all fours. I had them stand up and give me a kiss, and I could hear the envy signals expand. I saw Candy near the punchbowl, and she was signaling for me, for Lara, and for Suzanne. She was dressed as Hermione from Harry Potter, but her amazing tan, complete with the enticing pink bikini strap lines, seemed out of place on a pale English character. I concentrated, and discovered that both my girls were sending a bit for her, too. Dare I hope?



We got lots of looks and few other propositions, and a lot of people wanted to take pictures with us. Suzanne would only allow pictures for those who would lean down and kiss our boots, which most did. When a guy did it, Lara or Suzanne would give him a not so gentle slap with their instruments of discipline. When a woman knelt, I insisted on taking that job. Noblesse Oblige! Plus it got me hard.



Lara pointed to an imaginary watch on her wrist, and we headed back out the front door. Rodney was parked right where he left us, and standing and talking with a city cop and huge guy dressed in all black. Both girls dropped back to their hands and knees, just as Rodney pointed them out to his companions. All conversation stopped. Rodney opened the limo door, and the girls crawled in, with me in the middle. Before he closed the door, I could hear him laughing and saying, “I told you so, now pay up!”



The huge guy got into the passenger’s side front seat and introduced himself as Rodney’s cousin, Little Hollywood. I asked him if Big Hollywood would even fit in the limo. He laughed and said they called his cousin ‘Big’ because he made it to the NFL, and Little Hollywood got a knee injury before pre-season started and never caught on with another team. We made it over to ZZZ quickly, and the girls recreated their incredible entrance. The photographer was actually the first to spot the girls approaching, and I hope he had lots of memory cards because he was popping pictures constantly. Kevin appeared on the porch, along with his pledge trainer and frat president, and their eyes just tracked the girls as they mounted the steps. Mouth breathing was the predominant respiratory mode among the male audience, and I could track the female viewers by the amazing Suzie envy signals that popped up like loud locusts after dark.



Kevin played along with the theme and knelt before Lara and Suzanne, and endured some swats with their whip and crops. Surprisingly, Lou knelt beside him and Lara handed me her whip, and I gave her a few whacks, and it got me amazingly hard amazingly fast. We spent some time on the dance floor, and occasionally a guy would dance over to us, kiss the girl’s boots, and get a few hits, making remarks like “that’s much more fun than a pledge paddle!” Jersey, the girl from the first mixer that sent such Suzie for Lou was now sending for Lara and Suzanne, too, and she literally froze when she first saw us. Her eyes got really big and I pointed her out to Lara. Jersey was dressed like Katie Perry, and Lara smiled at her and motioned her over to us. When she got close, Lara used her whip to push her down to her knees, and then down to kiss Lara’s boots. When she prostrated herself fully, I noticed an incredible ass, barely restrained by a little red thong, poking out from beneath her super short skirt. Suzanne handed me her crop, and I gave Jersey two snappy ones to each buttock, and they bloomed a beautiful crimson red, and altered my circulation rapidly. “Thank you, Master!” she said loudly. “May I have some more?” She was a little dickens. Suzanne had her stand up and kissed her on the neck. Jersey’s Suzie signal flamed like a signal flare, and the modulation was images of pure and ecstatic submission to Suzanne. Jersey certainly had good taste.



I leaned over to Suzanne and said “Looks like you could have an eager pupil, there!” and she laughed. Another few minutes and Lara was pointing to her non-existent wristwatch again. There was almost a recessional as we made our way back to the limo. Rodney did his thing and soon we were on our way to the Phi Phi Omega house. Both girls were giggling and talking about Millicent, and said they thought she would remember this night as the beginning of her weekend. I reminded them that we could not command Millicent tonight, and they said it would be voluntary, but would make her training much more effective. I was now curious, but the girls were having fun and I would let them play it out unsupervised. The Phi Phi house was very old and traditionally decorated, with a few Halloween touches but not much. The Phi Phi’s had a reputation for setting up an elaborate ‘haunted house’ for their Halloween party that often involved sexual imagery and not just Halloween gore.



There were even more people outside the Phi Phi house than the other two, and Rodney and Little Hollywood played it to the hilt. By the time I emerged from the limo I got complete silence and anticipation, and when the girls made their entrance, there was a collective sigh from the crowd. Mei Ling was on the upstairs balcony, and she waved and said “I know the theme I want for my next birthday party!” and both girls stared at her, Suzies sparking, and I thought be careful what you wish for Mei Ling, because all three of us would happily take you to the woodshed, literally and figuratively. I spotted Cisco nearby and his eyes were big and he was staring at Mei Ling in surprise. I concentrated on Mei Ling, and her Suzie was full of happy images of Cisco’s tender attentions to her, but in every fifth image or so she was getting spanked and dominated. I would have to give my friend a little advice favoring an adventure for him, and some much needed fantasy fulfillment for Mei Ling.



Mei Ling suggested that we set up at the end of the hunted house queue to swat people as they emerged from the rest of the exhibits. We agreed and there was then a rush to enter the line. The first two guys came out a few minutes later, and Lara cracked her short whip in the air and they stopped and looked at her. One kneeled without being told, the other soon followed. Lara was having fun. At least half the girls wanted more than a few swats from me, and I could not refuse a lady. In just a few minutes, Lara and Suzanne said I should work the line by myself and they would be right back. They waded into the crowd around the punchbowl, and then I saw them with Mei Ling, heading up the stairs. I continued to work the girls that came out of the haunted house line, letting the guys pass. I got some great Suzie signals from some of the girls, and some really fuzzy signals from girls that weren’t specifically sending for me, but liked the idea of being dominated. I found it interesting that for some of them, the need to submit was clearly stronger than their ‘normal’ attraction for a specific male. Several girls gave me phone numbers on paper notes, but my outfit had no pockets! I put them in my boot.



I spotted Millicent descending the stairs dressed as FireStar, the mutant microwave Avenger. The skintight yellow and red outfit with a red wig was heating me up just fine. I pointed her out to both girls, and their Suzie signals told me they had noticed the outfit too. She was not in line, but looked at us with Suzie signals spitting. She had no idea what the girls had in store for her, and I had just an outline. Both Lara and Suzanne had worked together, given their recent memories of the their ‘first sub experiences’ as they put it, and they generated a plan not unlike Project Spank Lara, designed to get Millie hot in stages over the weekend, and then get her off like never before, and coincidentally line up with some of their own desires, and mine. I motioned to Mille and she walked over to us. I introduced both girls formally, and Millie nervously curtsied. I thought that was a good sign. Then both bent near Millicent as if they were whispering in each ear. Something looked odd, and all three of their Suzie signals were looping and peaking. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that both Lara and Suzanne were gently circling one of Millicent’s nipples with a middle finger as they spoke to her, just like they sometimes did to me. Then Millicent shook her head yes, and her Suzie signal redoubled. Millicent walked slowly away as if in a trance, and headed up the stairs.



Lara smiled at me. “Millicent is going to change clothes and join us for the contest at UDP.”



“I liked her costume” I said. Suzanne laughed. “So did I, but she is highly overdressed for the contest. You’ll see!”



After a few photos with Mei Ling, Dana Duke, and a few other folks, we headed for the front door where Millicent was waiting wrapped up in a khaki raincoat and black boots, or at least that was all I could see of her outfit. She went with us to the limo, and Rodney and Hollywood smiled at her as they opened the doors for us and I introduced her to them. Rodney grinned and said “I can tell you have absolutely nothing on under that raincoat, Miss. I think the evening is going to get even more interesting soon.” Millicent blushed bright red, and both Lara and Suzanne giggled. Rodney and Hollywood jumped in the front seat, and we headed out for the UDP party. On the way over, Lara opened a paper bag and gave Millicent a pair of knee pads and heel gloves, and Millicent’s face got even redder, if that was even possible. What was going on?



When we pulled up at UDP, there were quite a few people standing outside, and a lot of them had video cameras or smart phones out. Hollywood got out and opened the door, and I got out first. Hollywood and Rodney stood between me and the entrance to the house, looking back toward the limo, and I was facing them, looking toward the crowd. I heard motion behind me and saw Lara and Suzanne get out and stand on either said of the limo door, and remain standing. The crowd milled around and jockeyed for position to see and video the girl’s outfits. I was looking at the crowd when I heard a collective rush of breath and then a lot of chatter. I turned and saw Millicent emerge from the limo. The first thing I noticed was the black thigh boots, and then her long legs above the boot, and then that she was naked except for those boots, the knee pads, and the gloves. She stood and I saw that she was wearing an electric blue blindfold hood like Lara’s, with her brown hair in tightly woven pigtails streaming out behind the hood. Her thick patch brown pubic hair was trimmed and stood out against her pale white skin. She was an arresting sight. But even someone who knew her well would probably not be able to recognize her in that hood.



I was taking in Millicent’s fine little body as I had never seen it before. She was no Suzanne, but she was in great shape, like I would expect a competitive diver to look. Her breasts were bigger than they had seemed in her relatively modest clothes. Her nipples were hard as pebbles and covered with goose bumps, as were her legs. I suddenly got hard as hell, and I hadn’t even touched her yet. It was going to be an interesting night. The girls handed me their leashes, and then Millicent dropped to all fours and began crawling toward the entrance. The girls began herding Millicent toward the door, giving her light lashes and pops with the whip and the crop. They fell in behind her, and I, holding their leashes, walked behind them. I then noticed that both Lara and Suzanne had unzipped and removed the little ‘nipple covers’ on their outfits. Rodney and Hollywood’s faces were frozen in surprise, and after we got about ten feet from the limo, Rodney said “She-yitt, man!” and hastily started up a video with his phone. Hollywood just chuckled. As we mounted the steps, I realized that I fervently wanted to mount all three girls. Then, I realized I would most likely be able to do it soon enough. Life was good.



We made our way up the steps into the house through lots of wide eyed stares and a myriad of Suzie signals. I detected everything all across the spectrum, and I could read them all. Like an experienced quarterback, the game was starting to slow down for me, and I could ‘read the coverage’ almost automatically. I heard signals in one of the ‘gaps’ I had identified early, and I realized they were some sort of ‘compressed’ version of the detailed images on the middle wavelength carrier. Those usually portrayed things the sender wanted to do. What did these compressed images represent? I opened up and took in the meaning of all the signals. Each time Suzanne or Lara popped Millicent, a whole group of audience members wanted to be one end or the other of the whip or the crop. A surprising number of woman envied Millicent being the center of attention more than they had ‘herd envy’ for Suzanne or Lara. An equally surprising number of men wanted to take Millicent’s place and let those two dominating visions in red and white work on them. Another large group of women wanted to take over for Lara or Suzanne, and a lot of men wanted to substitute for me.

We had arrived just in time for the costume contest: there were three judges at a table ‘American Idol” style, on a small stage in the UDP party hall, and some spotlights were set up in front of the instruments and amps that the band would soon perform with. Oiler was acting as master of ceremonies, and with his height and wild hair, he was an imposing presence indeed. One of the judges gave us a little cloth square like the runners wore in marathons with an ’8′ on it, and then called for contestant number one to approach the stage. We moved off to the side and the spotlights focused on entry #1, a group of guys made up as the ‘Three Stooges’, old school, and trying to do some of their shtick. There were some laughs, some applause, and the judges all gave them fives.



The next contestants were a group of Harry Potter players, cute, but nothing special. They got two fours and a five. Then Batman and Robin got an eight, seven, and eight, probably because Robin was sported long blue black hair, a busty hourglass figure and almost translucent tights with no panty lines. It might have been Esmeralda Estigoy, but the mask made it impossible to tell for sure. Then the obligatory Bevo longhorn mascot costume got the equally obligatory fives across the board. Three girls dressed as cheerleaders got all sevens, but I thought they were all very hot eights and nines. Since it was an election year, the next two contestants were the president and first lady, followed by Mitt and Ann Romney. The scores were close. Then someone rolled a plastic slip and slide across the stage, and five guys pulled simulated plastic cocks from their pants and sprayed mayonnaise on the slip and slide. Then three guys in flesh colored thong underwear began singing the AG song of devotion and jumped along the slide, getting covered in white goop all the way across the stage. The crowd roared, and they got two nines and an eight from the judges.



Finally, Oiler introduced the final contestants, and Suzanne strutted boldly to center stage, complete with following spotlight, slapping her riding crop against her boots. There was a collective sigh, and a widespread sparking of Suzie signals. The Lara strode out and stood next to her, and a whole additional layer of Suzies rolled through the room. Suzanne spoke, in an amazingly commanding voice that carried throughout the hall, even unamplified. “Ladies and Gentleman, you will now be privileged to witness the initial submission training ritual of a novice servant to The Master!” She motioned to me and I tried my best to strut, or at least not stumble, in the high heel boots, onto the stage. I must admit I did a good job of rolling the cape around dramatically, such that when I stopped in between the two women in red and white, the cape moved and swirled for several seconds. The two girls attached their leashes to their collars and handed them to me, and I clearly experienced the male envy signals throughout the room. Those signals grew geometrically as both girls turned away from the audience and bent at the waist, offering their almost completely exposed butts to me. Suzanne handed me her crop, and I gave her five smarting ones on each side, and the audience made all sorts of noises as her butt turned a perfect hot red. “Thank You, Master!” she spoke loudly. I gently touched her ass, and no one could miss how wonderful I thought it was. Lara handed me her whip and I gave her five swift ones per side, her lighter skin reddened even more impressively, and I caressed her similarly. “Thank You, Master!” she cried. The Suzie signals from the audience were like an angry beehive, surging and buzzing.



Both girls cried out in unison “Trainee, show yourself!” Millicent crawled over, her gloves and knee pads gone, looking amazing in only the little hood and boots. She stopped in front of each girl, receiving five licks with each instrument of discipline, and sobbing “Thank You, Mistress!” after each stroke. I was disappointed that her butt was not facing me instead of the audience, and I did not get to see it. But all indications were that the audience liked it a lot. I noticed Rodney and Hollywood offstage, laughing and talking to each other. Millicent turned around, faced the audience, and presented her pretty and tight little as to me. It was red and absolutely gorgeous. I gave her five per side also, pausing dramatically between each. Then Suzanne took up the narration again. “Trainee, kneel and perform the ritual!” All eyes were on Millicent as she knelt before me and took the large silver metal penis shield into her mouth. The audience gasped as she slowly took it almost all the way down. Lara hit the remote control, and the strobe light at the tip of the bejeweled cock cover flashed. The hot white light traveled through Millicent’s throat and mouth and lit up the stage in an eerie pink and red x-ray like glow as the light passed through her blood and cartilage. The crowd involuntarily cried “Ohhhhh!” and then the blinking stopped, and Millicent released the metal cock piece, turned her face toward the audience, still on her knees, and smiled widely. The lights went down, and the crowd cheered. The judges gave us two ten’s and a nine.



The band came on, introduced themselves, and the lead singer said something about a ‘hard act to follow’ and then began to play. They were amazing, sort of a fusion of elaborate 70′s lotus eater rock merged with techno and rappy rhyming lyrics, and soon the crowd was very into the music, and began to dance. Quite a few folks from the Phi Phi house had moved over to the UDP party to finish the night there. Marilyn, our intrepid little stripper from the AG pool party mission was there along with Suzanne’s friend Big Liz. I realized they were still sending for each other but in the ‘tentative’ way that Dana Duke did for me. Ralph walked up to say hello, and I found that they were both sending pretty strongly for him. I remembered my dad’s advice to get my buddies laid, too.



I whispered in Ralph’s ear that he should ask them to dance. ‘”Which one?” he said.



“Both of them!” I said. “Together!”



He looked at me funny. “Ralph, Have I ever lied to you?”



“No. You have always been a friend and a truthful one.”



“Well trust me on this. You can take both of those girls to bed at the same time! They like you and they like each other, and Suzanne vouches for both of them so you can be sure they are both trustworthy and honest.”



“What about my ‘little problem’?” he said. I thought about all the trouble Ralph had in gym class in junior high, he was teased so incessantly by the other boys that the coach finally gave him a pass on showering after the exercise classes. He was very embarrassed but just seemed to compartmentalize it. I never talked to him about it after he moved away for high school and I wondered how it had affected him long term, but I knew it was not as important an issue as he was worried about.



“With proper exercise and foreplay and excitement, women can be satisfied with a wide range of sizes. Just be yourself, do your best to please them, and be honest with them about what you want. Everything will work out fine!”



He gulped, and then went over and talked to the girls. Big Liz was about an inch taller than Ralph, and both of them towered over petite little Marilyn. Both girls looked shocked, and then looked at each other, and whispered in each other’s ears for a moment. The music was so loud that they had to do that to be heard. Then they both leaned over and spoke in Ralph’s ear for a moment. Then Ralph and Marilyn moved to the dance floor and Big Liz walked over to Suzanne and me. She whispered to Suzanne a moment, and then Suzanne just motioned her toward me. She leaned over to my ear. She smelled great, and she was now sending for both Ralph and Marilyn like crazy, but there was some kind of almost melancholy overtone on her Suzie signal for Ralph.



“Suzanne says I can trust you just like I trust her?”



“I hope so, Liz. Suzanne trusts you to take care of her, and I will do my best for you.”



“I really like your friend, but I have a problem and I don’t want to disappoint him and hurt his feelings!”



“Was he wrong about you and Marilyn?”



“NO! He is right on target with that, and it turns me on that he is so perceptive, and it will actually make it easier and better for us to experiment with each other if he is with us too. But I have a medical problem that will probably keep things from working out.”



I just waited. I knew she would fill in the blanks. I hoped she did not have some STD or other awful disease problem.



“My doctor tells me that I have an ‘unusual pelvis and anatomical attachments’ that will affect my relations with men. I have only been with a couple of guys but they were very disappointed and so was I” She sobbed. What was going on here? She started again “To put it bluntly, I have a big space to fill, so to speak. It means that I will have it very easy in child birth, but I need a guy to have a way above average penis to be satisfied! So I don’t want to hurt his feelings or be hurt myself!” She sounded desperate.



I had to work very hard not to laugh, which would have at best pissed her off and at worst really hurt her. I hugged her gently. “That’s the kind of honesty that every relationship needs, and I want you to be just that open with Ralph, and with Marilyn. Trust me, beautiful; Ralph is a very good choice for you!”



She looked at me funny. Then she smiled, but guardedly. “Are you sure? I know you mean well, but….”



I could not avoid laughing, but I hugged her tighter. “I’m sure Marilyn can adapt, but you need to make sure she is very comfortable and relaxed, if you know what I mean!”



Liz looked puzzled for a moment, and then I could see the light come on. She looked at me funny and then smiled what I can only describe as the female equivalent of my shit eating grin. “Oh, I will make sure she is ready! I know I am!” She hugged me again and walked out onto the dance floor and joined Ralph and Marilyn.



Suzanne came back over and said “Did she tell you about her little problem?” She caught herself. “I guess I should say her big problem!” I told her about Ralph and why he was teased so mercilessly, because the other boys were so jealous. She looked incredulous. “Are you sure? Liz told me that her doctor said that only one guy in a hundred could…”



I laughed again and hugged her. “Trust me babe. He is the exact reciprocal of Liz’s problem. Ralph is a real Brainiac, and I am sure he is on the fast track to his goal of becoming a world class astrophysicist, even if the scholarship at Cal Tech fell through. But if that doesn’t work out, he could be the biggest porn star in the business, literally. My only worry is that he doesn’t hurt Marilyn! His nick names are the ‘nerd with the big bird’, and ‘the telescope’.



Suzanne looked at me funny, then looked over at the three of them dancing, and then hugged me and laughed. “I wonder if she would let me watch.” She giggled again. I did not.



Lara, Suzanne, and I danced a lot and we really were blown away by the band. There were all real ‘mechanics’ on their instruments, and the original songs were melodic, clever, and fun. They even changed costumes for most of them, and the staging and light show were first rate. I also listened carefully to all the available Suzie signals bounding around the room. Liz was right next to us, and I focused on her, curious about her story. I looked for the wavelength ‘gap’ I had identified earlier and discovered Liz’s little area of ‘compressed pictures’. When I concentrated on them, I found they were a chronicle of her several heartbreaking encounters with ‘normal’ guys who could not fill her void, so to speak. All of the images seemed to be tied to strong emotions that I could feel when I concentrated on the image, and even some voices I could hear along with the emotions. I realize that it was like the flight data recorder box in an airplane. It recorded the significant sexual events in a woman’s life. Was this was also the ‘risk assessment tool’ I had been looking for? If a woman had dozens of lovers or lots of gang bangs, it should show up here. I reached out and tried to listen to several of the other women around me.



Marilyn’s was almost blank, except for some very memorable masturbation, and even the strip poker at AG was there, perhaps because it was very emotionally charged experience for her. She was a virgin, and she was holding out for her first time to be the fulfillment of her recurring fantasy threesome, and it looked like Liz and Ralph could make that happen for her, maybe in an even bigger way than she anticipated. I wished them the best, but I really didn’t want to watch, especially if Suzanne did.



The band was shooting a video, and they asked us to help them out by appearing in it. They did the song once so we could get the tune, and Lara and Suzanne had a little conference with the cameramen and the lead singer. They went through some staging and then they did the song again. Suzanne and Lara swatted the lead singer a few times in time to the beat, and then at the end of the song they both kneeled down in front of me, and the final shot was the geometrically distorted refection of the lead singer off of the shiny metal cock cover of my costume, complete with the entire audience screaming madly. I am not sure exactly what they wanted to convey, but the girls enjoyed it and the video guy was ecstatic with what he got and promised to send us all a copy.



The party was winding down. Millicent came out in a conventional outfit, and we agreed that on Friday I would meet her at the Phi Phi house about 20 minutes before sundown, and walk her over to ‘our dungeon’ which we were keeping mysterious for a while. The girls gave her a little hug, and I gave her a tender kiss and a very hard nipple pinch. Her Suzie said she definitely liked it a lot. Liz and Marilyn and Ralph gave us all a hug, and then walked off together. That was going to be an interesting relationship. Esmeralda and ‘Jocko’, her older professor of education fiancé, came up to say hello, and I asked them if they were the Batman and Robin entry and they laughed, and said how did I know, nobody else spotted them. I smiled and said to Jocko “Do you promise not to get mad?” He agreed. “I recognized her ass. It’s a classic!” They both laughed, and I knew they might enjoy reliving things this evening.



We gathered up Rodney and Hollywood, and they invited us to another, very late night Halloween party, and both girls said they needed to get home for class tomorrow. He then said there is another Halloween party, this coming Saturday night, at the home of one of the bigwigs he drove for, and that we should all three come and we could win another costume contest and meet some very interesting people. Both girls asked if we could let him know on Friday, and he said okay.



Rodney took a quick left turn away from Lara’s place, and before we could say anything, he said “I know, but I think someone is following us!” He took two more lefts and then three quick rights and the now thoroughly busted tail car sped up and went by us. It was black Suburban with big black wall tires; heavily tinted windows and one of those all black vanity plates with white letters ‘JCK5H-03′. That combination of letters and numbers seemed familiar, but I couldn’t recall why. Hollywood snapped a couple of very obvious flash pictures with his phone, hopefully discouraging further following. “I’m going to ask one of the guys I drive for sometimes to check that plate for me.” Rodney said.



We all thanked Rodney and Hollywood, and then made our way up to Lara’s apartment. We all began shedding clothes as soon as the door closed behind us, and both girls said “Let’s hit the showers!” I did not notice all the little notes with phone numbers on them that fell out of one of my boots or the shiny things that were hidden underneath my mask.



Lara sighed and kissed us both, and began to soap everyone up. “I am craving a strong fucking from a hot guy with cute buns while a great looking dark haired woman licks my clit! Do you guys know where a girl could get that kind of treatment, considering that she would be willing to do anything in return?” We did. Suzanne insisted on teasing her while we dried off, and began gently kissing Lara from the front while I played with her ass. Soon Suzanne was sucking Lara’s nipples and Lara was shivering, and I was kneading her hot ass like two warm loaves of bread. We went back into the bedroom, and Lara grabbed the trapeze hanging from the ceiling and leaned on it, bending over the bar at about waist level with her arms bent slightly back and gripping the support ropes. I stepped up behind her and grabbed the ropes with my hands just above hers. It gave me lots of leverage and a perfect view. Suzanne reached over and gently spread Lara’s ass cheeks, and kissed them. I positioned my cock just behind Lara’s golden curls, and slowly entered her pussy. Lara gasped, and her Suzie purred.



Suzanne leaned down just and inch or so from our joining. “Oh baby that looks really nice pushing into you! You are one wet little slut, aren’t you? Then she slapped my ass fairly strongly and I surged into Lara and she gasped again. “That looks pretty tasty to me!” and then she dropped down onto her knees and between our legs, and sucked one of Lara’ s outer lips into her mouth noisily. “Mmmmm” she hummed with her mouth full. I could sense Lara’s Suzie sending stronger and stronger. I tuned into it and adjusted my stroke depth and frequency to pump her Suzie along. I could feel myself getting harder. I moved my hands to the bar of the trapeze and began pounding into Lara as roughly as I could.



“You may come, Lara!” I shouted and she did, with little delay or fanfare, and squirted a little.



Suzanne made an exaggerated slurping sound, then broke her mouth free and said, “More!”



I was happily in the zone now. I pulled the bar a little closer to me and stood up on my tiptoes, taking a little steeper angle into Lara’s pussy. I felt Suzanne’s tongue flashing all over both of us, and then she locked onto Lara’s clit and I could hear Suzanne’s slurping superimposed on Lara’s peaking Suzie signal. I locked into the rhythm and Lara came again, clamping down wonderfully on my cock. I slowed down and then started stroking her again. Suzanne stood up and grabbed Lara’s nipples, twisting and pinching them roughly. Lara came once again in a violent shaking motion that propagated up the ropes holding the trapeze. That motion set off something in me. I pulled out of Lara’s pussy, and immediately slipped into her hot little ass. Lara screamed, one scream for each of the first three strokes, and then sounded like she was gargling. I was not really listening to her Suzie, I was just watching my cock slip between those fine buns, and it made me crazy.



Suzanne resumed her narration. “Somebody is getting fucked in the ass! Look at that cock disappearing into that tight little end. Is it becoming a wide receiver?” Then she leaned down again under us again, and dove into Lara’s now fully accessible pussy. Her kissing and licking was so vigorous that I could feel it through the little wall of muscle between Lara’s ass and her pussy. Suzanne made only sucking and licking noises and then I felt Lara’s snatch clamping down again. It made me even crazier. I let one hand go from the bar and grabbed Lara’s head, pulling her hair back strongly and tilting her head up toward the ceiling roughly.



Lara drew in a noisy breath, and began repeating “Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass!” like a mediation mantra. I could think of nothing else. I was slamming into Lara’s ass just as hard as I possibly could. Lara came again and made a noise like I had never heard her make before, almost like the grunt some tennis players make when they serve. It was accompanied by another squirt of liquid from her pussy and dripped past Suzanne’s ministrations and hit my legs like hot oil. In three more strokes she grunted again and that triggered my orgasm. It was so intense that I almost blacked out. I let go of Lara’s hair and grabbed the support rope again, leaning back a little and letting my cock pop out of Lara’s ass. I picked her up from the trapeze bar, turned her upside down, and threw her legs over my shoulders. She turned her upside down mouth onto my cock, and sucked it savagely, virtually ensuring that I would stay hard. I was glad I came in her ass, because that allowed me to happily plunge my tongue back into her sloppy pussy, loving every hot and wet millimeter of it. She had that incredible taste that she gets after a hard orgasm, and it was nectar for me. I rolled my tongue up and did my best to fuck her pussy with it.

This story is based on correspondence I had with a couple after they read my submission “Controlling Bobbi” . After sharing some hot older woman / younger guy fantasies based on their teenage neighbour, one day she sent me an e-mail telling me she had actually submitted to his blackmail of her, and that he was now fucking and controlling her. A little while after that, she stopped all correspondence with me, presumably because the young man demanded it. I will let the reader decide for themselves where the reality ends and the fantasy begins. “Emily and Mark” are in their thirties and “Connor” and all the others are over 18.



01



Dear Diary. God it sounds so trite. The last time I wrote those words in this book was over ten years ago, but I absolutely have to tell someone this story and I’m pretty sure you won’t tell anyone else.



Well Diary, if you had asked me two months ago if this would ever happen I would have told you “never” but this afternoon while Mark was at work, I let the neighbour’s son fuck me in our living room. First, I had to kiss him, and let him feel me up, groping my breasts and squeezing my ass through my slacks before he made me strip naked for him. He ordered me to lay down and then fucked me until he came after which he dressed and walked out the door while I lay there leaking his cum onto the sofa.



Whew. I’m glad that’s out. I couldn’t keep it bottled up inside any more. I had to tell, because I know that this is only the beginning. Well actually the beginning goes back almost a year…



Of course, Mark is really the kinky one. He’s always reading erotic fiction on the net and trying to figure out ways to get me involved. About a year ago, he took me out to dinner at a restaurant but I had to be completely naked under my dress. Our waiter was a young guy and he was really checking me out throughout the whole meal. I’m pretty sure he got a couple good downblouse views. Of course Mark saw the whole thing. When we got home, he was a wild man in bed.



After that, he seemed obsessed with stories about older women and younger men. Our neighbour has an eighteen year old son. He looks a bit geeky to me, not at all my type, but some women might think he is kind of cute, with his short shock of ginger hair and lots of freckles. Mark has been trying to get me to come on to him for a while now. He does silly things like sabotage some item in our home, then get me to call and ask if Connor can come over to help me get it working.



In this game, I pretend that Mark is not home, when in fact he is hiding somewhere he can monitor the action. He always gets me to wear skimpy clothing and hang around exposing myself while Connor tries to help. Sometimes I show a lot of cleavage, other times a lot of leg.



Not long ago we did this and Mark insisted I wear a short skirt with thong panties. I needed to bend over to show Connor what the problem was. Mark, said that Connor took a picture of my partly exposed ass and thong with his phone when I was bent over. Mark has often rubbed my pussy until I cum, as he asks me how many of Connor’s friends I think have seen that picture.



Sometimes, Mark would blindfold me or tie me up and pretend to be Connor and fuck me. Other times he would ask me to call out Connor’s name when I came. It really made him horny and the sex was always volcanic when we did it. Mark sits around on standby a lot at work so he has time to fantasize and e-mail me sexy dirty stories and scenarios involving young men which we can review when we are in bed together. With all this repetition. I have to admit the idea began to turn me on too. Just as a fantasy though, not ever to become reality



So, as I said, these silly games were pretty much harmless until a couple weeks ago, when Mark read a story where the woman left a naked picture of herself jammed in the printer and called a young man to help her fix it. Of course the young guy saw the naked picture, when the printer restarted. Mark absolutely loved the idea but our black and white laser printer wasn’t suitable.



Instead of the printer, he sabotaged my software plug-ins then got me to call Connor for help. Of course before he did that he made sure a revealing picture of me was available from the desktop. No sooner had Connor sat down to try to help me, than Mark rang the house phone from his cell. I had to run to the kitchen to answer it, leaving Connor alone with the computer. There I was in the kitchen with my pussy literally drooling as Mark talked dirty to me about what Connor was seeing. I finally had to hang up on him before he made me cum right then and there.



Well Diary, it seems that after all the teasing we had put him through, and being alone with full unchaperoned access to my entire computer, Connor couldn’t resist snooping around a bit to see what he might find. Apparently he had a memory stick with him and he copied an entire folder of sexy pictures Mark had taken of me, either partially or completely nude. It never occurred to me that he would also have full access to my e-mail folder and he saved copies of dozens of our sexy fantasy conversations about young men in general, and about him in particular.



Mark had kept me talking for quite a while, longer than I realized while Connor was on the computer. When he came down and said it was all fixed, he had a kind of funny smile on his face but he never said a word. Not one word until he came to the door this afternoon that is.



I was not expecting visitors when I answered the door, and was a bit surprised to see Connor. I greeted him politely and asked what he wanted. He seemed very nervous when he said we needed to talk and asked if he could come in. When we got to the living room, he dropped the bombshell. He pulled out two full size pictures of me. One in a bra and panties, the other naked from behind. He told me that if I didn’t want the pictures and stories to be sent to my family and my colleagues at work, including my boss, then I better be prepared to do what he said.



When I threatened to call the police, he laughed and said that would be fine. He would simply say that it was me who was trying to seduce him and he would give them all the supporting evidence he had from the memory stick. I knew I was trapped, but instead of being frightened or angry, I felt my pussy start to melt. Oh my God. He was really going to take control of me, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. When Connor saw the look on my face, he seemed to immediately gain confidence and ordered me to kiss him.



And so it was, Diary, that I found myself standing in my living room being groped through my clothes while kissing Connor and letting him push his tongue between my lips. Having me submit to his attentions made him bolder still, and soon he stepped back and ordered me to strip for him. Having been subjected to Mark’s endless fantasy scenarios, I found that the real act of submission to this young man caused my tummy to melt and my pussy to leak. My brain was screaming that this couldn’t be happening, but it was, and it turned me on like nothing else.



My shaking fingers moved to open the buttons on my blouse. It seemed like time stood still as Connor’s eyes devoured each new piece of my exposed flesh. When the blouse was open he told me to get it off and then drop my slacks. One button, one zip and I was standing in front of my neighbour’s son in nothing but panties and bra. Of course those needed to go too.



After walking around me twice to enjoy the view, Connor made me lie on the couch and spread my legs. His eyes never wavered from my pussy as he dropped his pants to reveal his rock hard cock. When it popped into view, I couldn’t help but stare. It was so pink and so hard. I lay riveted to the spot as he moved between my legs and pressed his cock to my entrance.



I had to reach down to help him line himself up, and when I did he roughly pushed all the way in. This was not lovemaking it was fucking. Without any apparent concern for my pleasure, he roughly gabbed my tits and immediately began thrusting vigorously. My whole body shook and my head banged the arm of the couch on each stroke. In no time at all I heard him grunt and felt the rush of his hot seed as it jetted into my cunt.



It was like a geyser. The strongest jets of cum I ever felt hit the top of my pussy again and again. Finally he collapsed on top of me, laying there in a stupor for a moment before pulling his softening cock from my body. He grabbed my panties and wiped himself with them, pulled up his pants and turned to go. As he left he told me to keep shut up about it if I didn’t want the pictures sent. He said he would be back soon for some more action.



That is why, Diary, as I lay freshly fucked, leaking Connor’s load on our couch, I decided to get you out again. You are the only one I can tell who won’t blab my secret to the world. I only wish you could help me decide what, if anything I am going to tell Mark when he gets home.



02



Dear Diary. Well, true to his word, Connor stopped by again today. When I let him in he pulled me into a rough kiss and groped my tits. He ordered me to strip and watched closely as I complied. When I was naked, he told me to turn round for inspection. I didn’t see his phone until I was facing him again and heard it click. OH GOD. He had taken at least one picture. I know I should have been afraid, and I was, but I was also aroused. He could do what he wished, I had completely lost control.



Smiling, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bedroom. After throwing the spread aside, he pushed me down onto the bed and told me to spread myself. This act of submissively exposing my sex to him as he began to disrobe immediately started my juices flowing.



This time he stripped naked and rubbed himself up and down my body before telling me to put him inside. Obediently I reached down to guide his stiff cock into my wet cunt. His hands again went to my tits, kneading them as he pushed himself in to the hilt. He paused there a moment to savour the feeling of being completely enveloped in my, by now, hot wet pussy.



Then he began to fuck me with a passion. He groped my tits, pulled my nipples and pummeled my pussy with his cock as I lay submissively beneath him. I have to admit, Diary, that the whole scenario was making me so excited I was building towards an orgasm when he pushed all the way in, went completely rigid and shot jet after jet into me. When he pulled out, I so wanted more, but that was not to be.



He stepped into the master bath to clean up and take a piss, then dressed. Once again admonishing me to keep my silence as he walked out. For the second time, he had used me for his pleasure, filled me with his seed, and abandoned me.



The sex is rubbish. He cums too quickly for me to reach my peak, but being controlled by this teen boy and having him use me for his pleasure is driving my libido into the stratosphere. I couldn’t stop myself from dipping my finger in his deposit and rubbing it over my clit until I came.



When Mark came home, I broke down and told him what Connor was doing to me. At first he went ballistic. He yelled and threatened and talked about calling the police, but then as he calmed down, he got that funny look on his face and started asking me for details. I told him everything, and let him read my diary entries. We fucked like rabbits all night. Oh Diary. What is happening to me?



03



Dear Diary. If I thought that Connor might slow down his control I was sadly mistaken. Today he walked right in and dropped his clothes just inside the door. He told me to come over to him and after pulling off my tee shirt and bra, ordered me to take him in my hand and stroke him. Of course, he was giving my naked tits a work over and pushing his tongue into my mouth as I did. Once again, my submission caused me to get soaking wet in no time.



After a few minutes of this activity, he broke away and told me to come into the kitchen with him. Bold as brass, he walked over to the refrigerator and took out a beer. After taking a big drink, he told me to drop my drawers and bend over the kitchen table. When he moved in behind me, I felt his rigid cock brush against my arse before he lined himself up and pushed himself in.



I really like it from behind. That, added to my feelings of being controlled and fucked by this young man had my arousal in overdrive. I felt myself quickly approaching orgasm, but once again, Connor was first to cum. I was close, but not close enough. Even the feel of his hot seed jetting into the top of my cunt was not enough to push me over the top. Spent, he pulled back and wiped our combined juices onto my bottom.



He made me stay bent over like that while he finished his beer. I was so horny, and needed to cum so badly, that I reached between my legs and started stroking my lips and dipping my fingers in the cum leaking down my thigh. I started to stroke first one, then two fingers into my wet tunnel circling my clit every other stroke. I was in my own little world and almost didn’t hear the click of his phone, but when I did the thought of him having and sharing those photos with God only knows who, pushed me over the edge and I came like a freight train.



He’s obviously starting to gain confidence, Diary, and I really don’t know where he might take me on this journey of submission. I don’t know, and there is nothing I can do to stop it even if I did



04



Dear Diary. I can’t believe his audacity. Today he just walked in the door and told me to drop to my knees. Almost before I was down there, he had his stiff dick in his hand and was pushing it at my face. Of course I have given blow jobs before, but this was so sudden and unexpected, that it caught me off guard.



Connor groaned loudly as I sucked him until my cheeks collapsed. Once again, there was no romance here. I was sucking him off. He was in control and my brain was screaming with excitement and arousal. How can this be, Diary? What is he turning me into?



As I continued to suck and lick him, he grabbed my head and pressed his cock to the back of my throat. I don’t often suck Mark, but when I do I am always careful not to go too far down to avoid gagging. As soon as Connor’s cock approached the back of my mouth, I gagged. I pulled back, but Connor just pressed right back in. When I gagged again, he shot his load directly into my mouth.



I do not really like the taste or texture of sperm and I only rarely swallow for Mark, but Connor gave me no choice. I coughed and gagged, but his whole load was deposited directly in my mouth and he ordered me to swallow it. He then took great pleasure in wiping the leakage from my chin, cheeks and neck with his fingers and making me lick them clean.



After wiping himself off on my pullover, he zipped himself up and was gone, leaving me kneeling in my foyer with the pungent taste of his cum in my mouth and throat. A taste that returned all afternoon in little belches as I digested his load.



I might have wondered where such a young man could gain such confidence and know about so many different things to make me do for him, but I know he read Mark’s sexy e-mails and he’s seen the stories we read. I know he’s getting this stuff directly from our fantasies, and that’s what is making this whole thing so very exciting, and also so very frightening.



When I told Mark about having to swallow Connor’s load he got hard as iron. I spent the night sucking my husband off and swallowing his cum too. I think he is getting too into this, Diary. He told me he can’t wait to hear what Connor is going to make me do next.



05



Dear Diary. I think that I am developing a conditioned reflex to Connor. When he is doing things to me I am scared, and humiliated, but after he leaves, I can’t stop thinking about him controlling me and every time I do my pussy starts to get wet. I’m in a constant state of arousal and I cannot stop playing with myself and making myself cum over and over. Mark and I are fucking constantly as he questions me about my activities with Connor every night. I can’t believe how hot it is making him and how it has made our sex life so much more intense.



Today when I let Connor in, he told me to strip off my top. He wanted it slow and sexy like an exotic dancer and that’s what I gave him. I felt so cheap being a stripper for this neighbourhood boy, but I had to do it. When I was topless, he made me clasp my hands behind my back and keep them there while he played with my tits and pulled on my nipples. Until he had them sensitive and standing at full attention.



I couldn’t believe that I just stood there, with my pussy leaking and my hands behind my back as he groped me for his pleasure, continuing to tweak and diddle my now throbbing nipples. It was almost a relief when he ordered me to lay down on the sofa and put my hands above my head. When he had me positioned to his satisfaction, he dropped his pants and moved toward me, his stiff cock leading the way.



As I lay there panting from excitement, he straddled my middle and pressed his cock into my cleavage, ordering me to squeeze my breasts together around it. He then began a slow thrusting of his hips, sliding his rigid dick through the tunnel between my breasts. After three or four strokes, he pulled out and spit a huge gob between my tits. Then he ordered me to spit too. It was so humiliating to have him spit on me and order me to spit on myself, but he is in control now. The lubrication of our combined spittle allowed his cock to slide easily between my tits hitting the bottom of my neck on every thrust.



It didn’t take too long before he told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He made me keep my mouth open and insisted that I not swallow as he shot jet after jet of his thick cum onto my tongue and teeth. Then, after ordering me not to move, he jumped off me grabbed his phone and took several pictures of me like that before telling me to swallow it all.



As he was putting his pants on he told me he was tired of waiting for me to open the door when he came and he wanted his own key. At first I refused. There was no telling what he would do if he had full access, and then it hit me. He was already fucking me and making me blow him. I could never refuse to let him in anyway, and so I took a spare key off the rack and gave it to him. My pussy tingled with excitement as I watched him add it to his ring.



When he left, I went to the bedroom, pulled out my vibrator and made myself cum. Twice. Later that night, Mark brought me off another three times while he fucked me. Oh God, Diary. What am I becoming?



06



Dear Diary. Last night was a hard night at work and I was exhausted, I didn’t hear a thing when Mark left for work this morning, I just slept right through. When I woke some time later sunlight was leaking through the blinds. I felt a warm body snuggled against my back and a hard prick pressing into my ass. Sunlight! It was late, and Mark should be gone. I was suddenly awake and spun round to see Connor’s smiling face. How in hell? Oh yes. He had simply used his key, walked in and crawled into my bed.



Now that I was awake, Connor pasted his lips to mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth. His hands were everywhere. Cupping my tits and pulling my nipples. Sliding behind me to grab my ass and in front of me to rub my pussy. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down and grabbing his cock to squeeze and stroke it as my arousal increased.



It was only a matter of minutes before he threw off the covers, yanked off my panties, pushed my legs apart and mounted me, sliding his young cock balls deep on the first stroke. I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping my legs around his hips, even if I’d wanted to. In this position, Connor had unobstructed access to my sex. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out, then pressing back in until his pubic hair ground into my clit. I was right on the verge of climax when I felt his body go rigid and the strong jets of cum spray my womb.

Once again, Connor had gotten off and I was left hanging. As he pulled out and rolled off me I let out a sob of frustration. He turned, glared at me and asked what my problem was. When I told him, he laughed and said he didn’t care. He was here to use me for his pleasure not mine. He told me he was in control. I was his slut, his whore, his cunt, and he could do anything he wanted to me because I was powerless to stop him. He ordered me to stop wearing panties so he could have quick access to my sex any time he wanted, and told me that if he ever caught me wearing them again. He would spank my ass red.



It was like I got hit by a truck. It was all true. He was in control of me. I was his sex toy to do with as he pleased. He owned me. And as those thoughts all ran around my brain I felt my tummy melt with excitement. I lay in the bed with my pussy leaking our combined juices onto the sheets as he dressed and left.



Oh Diary. This is really true isn’t it? Our fantasy has become my reality. I just can’t believe this is actually happening to me, or that Mark is enjoying it so much.



07



Dear Diary. We got the call this morning. Mark’s mom fell in the bath, and had to go to hospital. Mark decided that he needed to go to see her and try to lift her spirits. I had never really gotten on with her and Mark said there was no need for me to come with him.



I hardly had time to walk to the kitchen and start the dishes when I heard a key in the lock. When the door opened, I called out and asked him what he forgot. Instead of Mark’s voice, it was Connor who replied that he was here for a quick fuck from his personal slut. I was just pulling my hands out of the dishwater when Connor entered the kitchen and told me to freeze.



He walked up behind me and undid my robe, opening the front and grabbing my tits in his cold hands. My nipples sprang to hard points and he immediately started to pull and twist them. It was quite painful and I cried out, which caused him to tell me to shut up and take it. His controlling manner made my pussy wet as his hands moved down my belly and pulled my panties down my thighs. It was then that I remembered about the panties, but it was too late.



I didn’t even have a chance to dry my hands, before Connor had pulled me down over his knees, threw my robe aside and started spanking my bare bottom. I cried and squirmed to no avail as the slaps rained down and my cheeks began to burn and turn red. This was humiliating beyond measure. There I was a grown woman draped across my teen neighbour’s lap getting a spanking like a little girl and, God help me, it was turning me on.



When he was satisfied that I had suffered enough for my disobedience, he ordered me to lay face down across one of the kitchen chairs. When he stood and dropped his pants, I could see that he was fully hard and his cock pulsed with life. He told me he had read something interesting that he wanted to try, and asked me if we had any lubricant in the bedroom. An icy chill ran through my center. I could think of only one reason he would want that, and prayed that was not what he was going to do to me.



I told him we had nothing like that, foolishly hoping that would put him off, at least for today, but not a chance of that. As I lay there with my burning red ass exposed, Connor opened the cupboard and found the vegetable oil, then went to the fridge and took a big carrot from the crisper. My brain began screaming for me to run, but I knew there was nowhere to go.



As he stood where I could watch, he rubbed the oil on the carrot and told me that the story said the long taper of the carrot would open me up slowly. Not to worry. I would soon be begging for his cock in my ass. He read our e-mails and stories. He must have seen Mark’s suggestions and my firm refusals. He knew I had no anal experience, and I knew that wouldn’t stop him.



Lost in my thoughts and fear, I hadn’t noticed that he had moved behind me and I jumped a bit when I felt his fingers spread my ass cheeks. The sensation of the cold carrot pressing against my anus spurred me into action. I began to beg and plead with him not to do this to me. I started to struggle to get up. He shoved me down roughly and then quickly straddled my back, effectively pinning me to the chair with his weight. He told me he could do what he damn well pleased, and to shut up and enjoy it.



When I continued to struggle and plead, I received several severe slaps to my ass and another order to shut up. As I lay there whimpering, I felt the small end of the carrot enter my clenched asshole. To his credit, Connor proceeded slowly, adding more lubrication as he stroked the vegetable in and out of my ass. Several times he spanked my ass hard and commanded me to relax. Mercifully, the pain in my ass cheeks took my focus off the carrot invading my arse.



Like it or not, the ever expanding diameter of the carrot slowly dilated my rectum as Connor continued to push it deeper with each stroke. By the time he had the entire length pressed into me, I was beginning to moan with arousal. I was shocked when he stood up, releasing me from the chair, the carrot still pressed fully into my rear passage. He told me to get into the living room, bend over the sofa and pull my ass cheeks apart.



I felt vacant when he pulled the carrot from my butt and tossed it in the trash. As soon as I was in position, I felt his rigid dick press against my stretched hole. He had lubed himself up with the oil and was able to easily push in the entrance. The deeper he went the less stretched I was and I could feel his cock opening me up as he pushed all the way in.



When I was fully impaled he slapped my ass again and asked me to tell him how good it felt. I’m no stranger to dirty talk during sex. Mark loves it and it feeds his fantasies, so I began to tell Connor what he wanted to hear as his cock pistoned in and out of my stretched asshole. Strangely, after several minutes of his fucking, I began to actually enjoy the feeling, and by the time he shot his load deep into my bowels, I was truthfully begging him to fuck my ass harder and faster.



Well, Diary, he sent me out to buy some proper anal sex lube, and spent the rest of the weekend fucking my ass and there was nothing I could, or would, do to resist him. I am now fully owned by my teenage neighbour. He has pumped his young hard cock into me and repeatedly shot his cum deep in every hole possible and I can’t deny that it is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. I have no idea what is coming next, but I am soaking wet just thinking about it.



Mark calls me nightly for full updates and I can only imagine how many times he has jerked himself off after hearing my reports. He was totally pissed about my anal submission and vowed to drill my arse when he got home. I told him I couldn’t wait for it Diary, and I meant every word.



08



Dear Diary. Late Sunday night, Mark called to say he needed to stay another night. I had no idea when Connor would return, but there was no question in my mind that he would when he saw Mark wasn’t home yet. I knew he couldn’t pass up another night of uninterrupted access to my body. The next time he opened the door I saw his eyes pass up and down over me and then he ordered me to strip. By the time I was naked, my pussy was wet and my lips were opening in arousal. I was rooted to the spot as he walked up and slapped my ass. I didn’t understand. I had not been wearing panties, Why the spank? I didn’t have any more time to think about it because Connor ordered me to get upstairs, and he followed close behind slapping my ass three more times along the way.



In the bedroom , Connor told me to get out four silk scarves. That scared me and excited me in equal measure. Of course I couldn’t refuse when he tied me spread eagle to the bed, but when I tested the knots and realized that I was truly secured with no chance of escape I started to panic.



Connor started searching through the nightstands and found my vibrator in the bottom drawer. He had an evil smile that never left his face as he asked me where the spare batteries were. I was helpless now, even more fully in his control than ever and I was almost cuming from the experience. When he returned , he sat down beside my hip and started running the vibrator up and down my pussy. I was so aroused I could hardly breathe.



Connor looked me in the eyes and told me he was tired of my not cuming with him and I was going to wish I had been more responsive to his efforts. With those words, he turned on the vibrator and started to slowly stroke it along my slit. I was so excited by being helplessly at his mercy, that even that slight stimulation caused my pussy to spasm. I pulled at my bonds as my first orgasm flushed through me.



I foolishly thought that Connor would stop but he didn’t even skip a beat. He continued to move the vibrator along my lips pausing to focus on my clit on each stroke. I was surprised when the combination of my predicament and the vibrations brought me to another orgasm. I arched my back and grunted like an animal as my second climax rolled through me. And still Connor kept it up. A few minutes later, I was approaching my third orgasm. I pulled and strained at my bonds as he pushed the vibrator into my depths and took me through my biggest orgasm yet.



I was now breathless and begging him to stop. But he kept it up slow and steady. Along my lips, onto my clit and then down and in. Over and over again. I whipped my head back and forth, I begged for him to stop, then I begged for him not to stop. I was delirious, out of my mind with arousal and humiliation when I felt myself spinning and falling, tumbling into the darkness. The last thing I heard before I passed out was a woman screaming through her orgasm. That woman was me.



OH GOD, Diary. It was the most intense experience of my life and he was in complete control the whole time.



When I opened my eyes, there he was smiling down at me. He had released my bonds and removed his clothes.. His cock was rigid and pink between his legs. When he saw me looking, he asked if I wanted to suck him. I meekly nodded my head, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He told me if I wanted to suck his teen cock, I had to beg for it. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started asking him to let me suck him off.



As I continued to beg him, the humiliation increased my arousal and soon I needed his cock in my mouth. I begged and pleaded with him to let me suck. After making me promise not to waste his cum, he finally relented. As he lay back on the bed, his virile young cock sticking straight up. I moved down and attacked him. I took him as far down as possible. Licking and sucking him with abandon. I had never wanted anything more in my life. When he told me to beg for his cum, and promise to savour it, I almost came just from his words. I sucked him and licked him and in between I begged him to blow his load. To fill my mouth. To let me taste and swallow his hot seed.



Suddenly he stiffened and flooded my mouth with his huge load. I was just about to swallow when he told me to stop. He made me open my mouth so he could see his load on my tongue and then ordered me not to swallow until he gave his permission. I tried to protest, but my words were garbled by the mass of liquid rolling around in my mouth. As the pungent taste soaked my tongue and taste buds, he got up and left the room.



And there I sat Diary, with my mouth marinating in his jizz, my pussy leaking and my brain spinning, wondering where he had gone. About ten minutes later, he walked back in with a beer and told me to open my mouth again. Ten minutes of saliva had added to the volume of his cum, and I had to tilt my head way back to keep the mess from running down my chin. When he saw that I had not swallowed, he nodded and told me to go ahead. I needed 3 gulps to get the slimy load down my throat and into my tummy, and it almost made me cum again.



Connor was rock hard again. After pushing me back on the bed, he grabbed my ankles, spread them wide and drove his dick into my pussy. By the time he finished his second pump, I was cuming all over him like the slut I have become. He pumped another big load directly into my center before he pulled out and told me to get cleaned up.



He stayed in my bed all that night. Waking every two or three hours to fuck me. My dreams were peppered with visions of what he had done to me. I could see his hands on me, feel his cock in my cunt and ass, taste him in my mouth. They were so vivid and erotic that twice I woke to find my hand stroking my clit. I was so turned on that I made myself cum both times.



It was mid-morning when when we finally woke for the day. He slapped my ass and told me there was nothing like a night of fucking his whore to bring on an appetite and he wanted me to make him breakfast. When I got out of bed I reached for my robe, but he told me it covered too much, and insisted that I go naked.



After breakfast, Connor was hard again. Oh Diary, he is so young and so virile, I just can’t help myself and soon I was kneeling in front of him swallowing. He instructed me to shower and shave, but to not brush my teeth or rinse my mouth. He insisted that the smell and taste of him remain in my mouth to remind me of him, until his return. After picking out one of my shortest thinnest shifts, he told me to be dressed and ready for instructions when he called.



09



Dear Diary. I can’t believe what is happening to me, What he is turning me into. I was sitting in the kitchen, totally naked under my hottest outfit. When the phone rang I answered, Connor told me he was on his way back. He instructed me to blindfold myself and stand in the front hall with my hands clasped behind my head, awaiting his arrival. It seemed like an hour before I heard his key in the door, but at no time did I even think about moving away from the spot. There was a lot of rustling as he came in then the door squeaked shut.



I heard him approach and sensed his nearness when he walked around me. The sudden slap to my ass caused me to jump and squeal, but I didn’t dare complain. He ran his hands over my ass, then up my sides and groped my breasts. After enjoying me though the clothes, I felt one hand move to my pussy as the other stayed on my breast. Without the benefit of sight, my hearing seemed somehow enhanced. I heard his aroused breathing catch in his throat as his fingers slid along my soaked cunt. My knees almost buckled as he stroked my clit.



And then he was pushing me down onto my knees. Still blind, the sound of his zipper was like a machine gun. The clink of a belt buckle, a rustle of clothing and I felt his hard cock press to my lips. This was beyond exciting. He was totally in control of me. I opened my mouth and sucked him in as far as I could. Strange, I thought, how different it feels when I can’t see what I’m doing.



Then I heard a cough. An icicle ran straight through my heart. Who had coughed? Of course. All that extra commotion at the door, the blindfold. Someone else was here. Watching. I was riveted to the spot, every muscle rigid, gripped in fear. My voice sounded tiny as I asked who was there.



I almost fainted when I heard Connor reply from down the hall. My brain reeled. If Connor was down the hall watching then who?? My hands came down, to push him away. I reached for the blindfold so I could see who had been manhandling me. Who I had been sucking. Connor’s sharp command made me stop. He told me to shut up, put my hands down, and get back to work on that cock. I begged him not to make me do this, but his reply was a sharp spank to my arse and a terse warning of more to come if I didn’t comply.



Tears of humiliation soaked the blindfold as I tentatively opened my mouth to receive the unknown cock. As I continued to service him, I realized that I had been right. It was a lot different than Connor’s and I started to wonder if it was another neighbourhood teen, or someone I didn’t know at all. I am so ashamed to say, Diary, that at that point it didn’t matter to me. Connor controlled me. Owned me. Could make me suck strange cock. I was powerless to stop him and it turned me on more than ever before. When I tasted the stranger’s thick goo, I came too.



I was helped up to my feet and told to remove the blindfold. My eyes darted around until they landed on him. Another teenager, bigger than Connor. Chubby, with a bit of scraggly beard on his chin. Not my type at all, but I had sucked his cock and swallowed his load and it had made me cum. He leered at me and introduced himself as Donnie, then told me that now we were acquainted, I didn’t need the dress anymore. When I looked at Connor, he simply nodded and told me to drop it.



Donnie’s eyes were fused to my fingers as he followed their motion down the buttons of my shift. When I pulled it open and off, he whistled and told Connor that I looked better than in the pictures. Donnie had seen pictures. The realization was like a lightening bolt. Connor was showing me off. I was his prize possession and he could brag and show pictures to whomever he wanted. There was no way out for me.



By the time I was naked Donnie was half hard again and I could see a bulge in Connor’s pants. Connor dropped his pants and sat on the sofa, motioning me over with a crooked finger. He wanted me on all fours between his legs sucking his cock. Focused on serving Connor, I didn’t notice where Donnie had gone until I felt my knees pushed apart and his hard dick press at my sopping cunt. Connor asked him to wait, until I begged for it. I did, Diary, I was so ashamed, so humiliated, but I couldn’t stop myself from begging Connor to let Donnie fuck me. I even begged Donnie.



It was insane. The more I begged them, the hotter I got. It took about five minutes before they granted my wishes and pressed their cocks into me at both ends. I was bobbing my head on Connor’s straight cock, as Donnie grabbed my hips and pounded my pussy from behind. My mind was a tornado of thoughts and emotions. I had never had two men at once. Never wanted to have two men at once. But here I was on all fours with a young strong cock stroking into each end of my body.



Donnie pushed in hard causing me to move forward onto Connor. The intensity of Donnie’s thrusts caused me to go further down than I ever had and I felt the tip of Connor’s cock at my throat several times, before he groaned and unloaded deep in my mouth. I moaned and swallowed and felt my pussy pulse as I orgasmed around Donnie’s dick. This pushed him over the edge and he flooded my pussy with his seed. They made me lick them both clean and swallow every drop before they dressed and left.



That night, Mark made me suck him while he rammed my vibrator into my pussy. If I wanted two cocks, he wanted to fantasize about it. He made me call him Connor and beg for a cock. I came and came until he finally unloaded in my mouth.



Oh, Diary. I have become such a slut for teen cock and Mark is no help at all. I hate it and I love it all at once. I have never been so humiliated and so excited before in my life. What is he going to make me do next?



10



Dear Diary. I had been going insane with arousal. I hadn’t heard from Connor in several days, almost a week, and I wondered what was happening. I never really liked what Connor did to me as he was doing it, but it always made me crazy with lust after the fact, and kept me wondering how he might control me next. The last time, when he brought Donnie, had been unsettling, but it was all I could think of now. Two cocks pumping their hot young seed into my body. Two teenagers using me for their sexual release. When would they come back to do me again. Would they bring someone else to join them? Oh God. Why can’t I stop thinking these thoughts?



The long wait was excruciating. Mark and I had sex, but it was nothing as volcanic as when Connor was controlling me. He had no new fantasies and the sex was tepid rather than red hot. Where had my teen master gone? When I heard his voice on the phone, I was flooded with both excitement and fear. What was he going to do to me next? He instructed me to put on a dress, no panties, no bra, and meet him outside. I was to bring my keys. We were taking my car. I called out to Mark to tell him I was going out to run an errand as I stepped outside. Connor was waiting and we drove off together.

With both hands on the wheel I couldn’t stop him from rubbing my bare legs and lifting my dress to expose my naked pussy. It took all my concentration to keep the car on the road as I followed his directions. It wasn’t long before we picked up Donnie, who sat in back leaning forward to watch Connor feel me up.



We stopped at a few traffic lights and I can only imagine what some of the nearby drivers thought when they saw what this boy’s hands were doing. One old gray haired gent, leaned out his window for a better look, and when he did, Connor pulled my dress right up so he could see my shaved crotch. The Geezer gave him a big smile and a thumbs up before traffic began to move again.



Eventually we ended up on a quiet dead end road. Connor told me to shut the car down and move into the back seat. As soon as I got in back, they pulled my dress off and started working me over. It was only minutes before they both had their cocks out and I was stroking them. I had to beg them for their cocks. Beg to suck or be fucked. Plead for them to DP me as they called it. After almost a week of denial, the excitement, danger and humiliation of this new scenario had me so wound up I couldn’t resist.



This time I was straddling Connor who rammed my cunt, while Donnie pushed his stiff dick up my ass from behind. The double penetration I had begged for was pulling and stretching both my holes beyond anything I had experienced before. I could feel their cocks rubbing together through the thin wall between my pussy and ass, sometimes in sync, sometimes alternating, always pumping. I was so aroused, that I didn’t know or even care if anyone was around to see. I was in a strange neighbourhood, naked in the back seat with two teen boys, and it was making me crazy with lust. Apparently, they were excited by it too, because it didn’t take long before both of them were shooting their loads deep inside me.



Donnie said he wanted to see me make myself cum. Shamelessly I spread my legs and started working my clit with my fingers. More humiliation, more excitement. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I didn’t see him take out his phone and shoot the video clip of my moaning writhing climax. As I was returning to earth, he held the screen up to my face and showed me the video he shot of my fingers strumming my clit in the throes of orgasm. Oh God Diary. Another teenager with more evidence of my descent into sluthood.



My lewd display had them both excited again. They made me suck them, each one shooting his load into my mouth again before we started the car and headed for home. On the way, Connor reminded me that Mark was still home and that I would be walking into the house simply reeking of sex, with their huge loads seeping down my legs from both orifices. He kept talking about it and rubbing me all over until we got back to the house. Luckily, I was able to rush in and get to the bathroom to clean up before Mark had a chance to see me.



Oh Diary. What if Mark had stopped me? Fantasy is one thing, but what if he had actually seen the boys’ cum leaking from my holes? How would he react? What would he say or do? And what will Donnie do with his video?



11



Dear Diary. Well, it turns out that my last entry was prophetic. It happened. Conner was reclined on the sofa with me straddling his hips facing him and pumping my ass to push his hard young cock deep into my pussy. We were both nearing climax, and he was sucking hard on my extended nipple, when I heard the front door open.



Before I could react, Mark walked into the room. He’d had a call not far from home and decided to stop in for lunch. The three of us were instantly frozen in time. The shock of discovery, and the resulting fear, caused me to clamp my pussy muscles down tight on Connor’s cock. The extra stimulation made him groan and raise his ass off the couch to press his groin tightly to mine. While Mark just stood there.



I had never been so afraid in my life. It was one thing for us to have fantasized about Connor fucking me, but it was another to have my husband see me doing it. After what seemed like an eternity, I saw a wicked smile slowly dawn on Mark’s face. He told us not to mind him, he was just going to fix some lunch. With that he headed off to the kitchen.



I began to dismount from Connor, but he stopped me, pulling my hips down tight to his. He slapped my arse, hard, and asked me where I thought I was going, then told me to get back to work. He said he didn’t care about Mark’s arrival and he wasn’t done fucking yet. I was gobsmacked. My husband had just found me on our living room couch with our teenage neighbour’s cock buried balls deep in my wet cunt and he had just walked away to make himself a sandwich. Not only that, but I now had to continue with Connor instead of talking to my husband.



There was no question who was in control of this situation and it was neither me nor Mark. Another sharp slap to my backside pulled me from my reverie. Connor told me to get up and bend over the arm of the sofa. In moments he was behind me pushing my head down and pumping into my pussy vigorously from behind. The sofa blocked my vision in the direction of the kitchen, so I saw nothing of Mark until Connor stiffened and shot his load. He grunted three or four times as he pumped the last of his seed into my upturned pussy, then pulled out, wiping himself off on my naked ass.



Connor ordered me to stay still until he told me I could move, and walked off to the bathroom. It was strange lying there, ass up, feeling my teen lover’s sperm leaking down my thigh, knowing my husband was in the other room. As it turned out, he was not in the other room. When I looked around to see Connor return, I saw Mark standing behind me staring at my open cunt.



My eyes never left Connor’s face as he walked up beside Mark and told him he was a fucking wimp and a wanker. He told Mark he was now going to fuck me whenever and wherever he wanted and share me with whoever he wanted and there was nothing either of us could do about it. He then announced that if he ever even suspected that Mark had fucked me he would bring a couple guys and beat him severely.



Connor continued berating Mark, telling him that the only pussy he was going to get from now on would be when he ate out my well fucked cunt. Looking at the tent in Mark’s slacks, he just laughed and said there was no time like the present to begin. Mark was mesmerized as Connor moved him forward and ordered him to his knees behind me. When he pushed Mark’s face into my arse and told him to eat me, I almost lost my mind.



The distraction of Mark’s presence had prevented me from cuming on Connor’s cock but now my brain was on fire. My husband had watched the boy from next door fill me with cum and now he was sucking and licking it out of my drooling pussy. Oh my God, Diary, I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. My brain exploded and I came harder than than ever in my life.



It’s really happening, Diary, It’s not a dream or fantasy. It’s real. We’re both under his control now.



12



Dear Diary. It’s been a week since I made an entry, and what a week it has been. As I think back, it’s all a blur of Connor fucking me, or me sucking him. Of Mark eating my pussy until I scream, or shooting his cum into my mouth. Donnie has even been here twice to fuck me up the arse. He loves that. I’ve become a total addict to being controlled. A sex toy for my teen neighbour and his friend. I am continually horny and my pussy is always wet. I can hardly get through a night at work now. Connor lets himself in day and night, regardless of whether Mark is home or not.



Yesterday, Connor dropped a bomb on us. He has ordered Mark to move his stuff into the spare bedroom so he can sleep with me whenever the mood strikes him. We spent last evening relocating all of Marks clothes and other stuff from “our” bedroom to “his”. Now Connor and his friend have access to my bed both day and night, and I know they will both take full advantage of that.



I cannot believe that this is actually happening to me. Where is this teenager getting all his ideas? I’m now sexually servicing three men on a continuous basis. My pussy is rubbed raw by cocks (Connor and Donnie), tongues (Mark’s), and fingers (mine). This is insane. I have become an unpaid whore, her bed available at a moment’s notice. Just the thought is making me wet again. OH GOD. This can’t be real.



13



Dear Diary. I can’t believe that it has gone this far. When Connor and I woke up this morning, he pushed me on my back and fucked me senseless. Then he announced that we were going to a party. The smirk on his face indicated that this was to be no regular party. As he was leaving, he told me to Google “Bukkake” and take notes.



Diary. I sat there in shock as I watched women get bathed in dozens of loads of cum as they knelt in the middle of a room. My mind was swirling with emotion as I watched several women receive the same treatment. As I watched the fourth woman take a sperm bath, I reached down to my pussy and came like a volcano. Is this the kind of party that Connor had planned? Who would be there? How many? I came again.



After supper, Connor came in and told me to get upstairs. When we went into “our” bedroom, he opened the dresser and picked out my hottest lingerie and told me to put it on. He directed me to apply makeup in a slutty fashion, and then led me downstairs. Mark was sitting in the living room when we came in I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. Connor threw me my coat and I saw Mark pulling out his cock as we left.



I was almost naked under my coat as we walked next door, and the instant we entered the house he took my coat leaving me totally exposed. I almost died from humiliation when we walked into the living room. There was a drop cloth on the floor and five teenagers sitting around the room. I turned to Connor to plead with him not to make me do this, but he simply spanked my ass really hard and told me to get on my knees like the slut whore I was.



This was too much. I didn’t like this, didn’t want it, but Connor controlled me, owned me. I didn’t really have a choice. I moved to the center of the room and knelt on the sheet. In no time all six were surrounding me, cocks in hand. Connor just smiled down at me and told me to get to work. I took his cock in my mouth first, just to get started. Pretty soon I had a rigid cock in each hand, one in my mouth, and three more pressing and rubbing against me.



Just like I had seen in the movies, I alternated sucking and stroking each cock in turn, allowing these young men to use me for their pleasure. Since my hands were fully occupied, I had no way to pleasure myself, but that didn’t stop my cunt from drooling down my leg. This was far and away the most intense sexual experience of my life. I was on my knees in my neighbour’s living room and six teenage boys were using me as their cum slut.



As the action heated up, Connor ordered me to lean my head back and open my mouth. Every one of them sprayed their load of cum into my mouth or over my face. I was covered in it. It dripped down off my face and onto my chest and shoulders. My mouth was half full, but I knew not to swallow until Connor told me to. Once everyone had a chance to see my mouth and tongue covered in their goo, I was ordered to swallow, then use my fingers to gather the rest and eat it too.



The guys were going out to a concert so Connor told me to go home to Mark, reminding me that he wasn’t allowed to fuck me. He said that he would look after that when he came back. So here I am Diary, naked in my bed with my pussy soaking wet, waiting for my teenage owner to come in and use me as his toy, and I love it. Will I ever be able to return to normal after this? What is normal? Will there even be an after this?



14



Dear Diary. I can’t believe what has happened to my mind. I’m constantly horny. I can’t seem to get enough sex. It’s all I think about, day and night, and it has spilled over into my career. As a good looking nurse, I have had patients hit on me for my whole career. Here at the retirement home, there’s hardly a month that goes by that some geezer doesn’t try to cop a feel of my tits or ass. Bath time is particularly troublesome because the old guys are naked and the act of washing them is very intimate. There have been many occasions when the old men have achieved an erection, and several where they have begged me for a favour. I have always respectfully declined and made sure they washed their own privates.



Last night, was bath night for Mr. Johnston. He is a nice old gent who is very friendly with all the staff. Although he has never made a pass at me, I know he has a dirty mind because he is always telling us ribald jokes. I have no idea where he gets them from, but some of them make me laugh right out loud.



Anyway, about half way through his bath last night, He closed his eyes, leaned forward a bit and groaned. I thought he was having a stroke or heart attack and held his shoulders asking him if he was OK. As I leaned him back in the bath, he opened his eyes and looked up at me in a rather sheepish fashion and then nodded is head downward. I glanced down and saw a big stiff cock sticking up out of the bathwater.



I couldn’t help myself. My mind immediately appraised his cock as bigger that either Mark or Connor, but not as rock hard as their considerably younger members. It was sticking up from is mass of gray pubes, large and pale with a fat head, and my eyes were glued to it. Mr. Johnston whispered that it was the first hard-on he’d had in over six months, and lamented that he would have to waste this one too. He asked me for the washcloth so he could cover himself.



As I was handing it to him, be gently grabbed my wrist and started to guide my hand to his cock. When I started to pull away, he looked up into my face with pleading eyes and whispered “please”. My mind is not my own. I have been transformed into a total slut by my teenage master. That is the only excuse I have for what I did next. Yes Diary, I reached down with my wet soapy hand and wrapped my fingers around Mr. Johnston’s dick.



His groan this time was much louder his whole body stiffened at the contact. I couldn’t get my fingers all the way around it and without thinking I brought my other hand up to help out. I now had two hands wrapped around the thick cock of a man who was considerably older than my own father, and I began to slowly and gently stroke up and down. He was stiff, not fully hard. There was still an unaccustomed softness there which, somehow, aroused me even more.



As I was lost in these thoughts, I suddenly felt his hands grope my tits, squeezing and kneading them. The front of my smock was instantly wet and my nipples sprang to attention. When Mr. Johnston saw and felt that, he moaned again and dribbled a load of thick goo over his cock and my hands. I was going to stop, but he begged me to keep going and as I did more and more of his cum dribbled out. I was a bit surprised there had been no squirt, just a slow flow like lava running from the volcano After about a minute of squeezing and stroking his softening member, he thanked me and told me to stop.



Suddenly my mind returned to me, and I freaked out. What in Hell had I just done? I could lose my job and my career for doing something like this. Mr. Johnston must have seen the panic on my face and he smiled, telling me not to worry, that he would keep the secret until next time when maybe I would be kind enough to use my mouth.



The smile never left his face as I quickly cleaned him up dried him off and helped him dress. When we left the tub room, I grabbed a fresh smock and stepped behind a curtain to change. Mr Johnston’s voice boomed in the empty room as he told me to come out of there and let him watch me change, or else. Timidly I pulled the curtain aside and opened my smock. I had worn a fairly sheer bra and Mr. Johnston’s eyes were riveted to my tits as the smock came off. As I was putting on the fresh one, he commented that perhaps next time I could save myself the trouble by bathing him topless if I didn’t want to get into trouble about tonight, that is.



When I heard those words, I felt my core melt. Another man was now going to take control of me. Not a teenager this time, but a man older than my own father. Connor thinks it is hilarious and told me I should blow every old geezer that gets hard in the bath. OH. GOD, Diary. What is happening to me? How do I keep getting myself into these situations? And, what am I going to have to do on bath night next time?



15



Dear Diary. How can I even begin to explain to anyone what my life has become? It is impossible to believe that a woman can have so much sex from so many men, none of whom is her husband.



Mark decided he needed to take a break. Actually Connor had something to do with that. The other night, Donnie had been in to give my ass a good fucking, and when he left, Mark came into the bedroom. I hadn’t touched him in over two weeks and his cock was as hard and straight as steel. He said he had watched me get fucked and my moans and begging had made him so horny he was going to fuck me.



I told him no. I reminded him about Connor’s demand that I not have sex with Mark any more, but it fell on deaf ears. Before I knew it, I was pushed onto my back and Mark had mounted me. He groaned loudly and shuddered as his thick hard cock entered my sodden pussy. I was just starting to warm up when I felt him stiffen and shoot a huge load of cum deep into my cunt. I was nowhere near my orgasm and I asked him to keep going, but he just slid off me and lay on the bed gasping for breath.



Well Diary, it seems to have come full circle. It is now my teen lovers who are bringing me to intense orgasms every day and night, and my husband who is unable to satisfy me. Tears of frustration and humiliation ran down my cheeks. Of course, Connor walked in at just that moment and started to laugh. He told Mark to get back to his room then took out his phone and sent a text.



I was on my knees kissing and licking Connor’s rigid cock and begging him for his cum when the doorbell rang. It was three huge teens, rugby players by the look. Connor let them in and then called Mark to come downstairs. They beat Mark senseless, then Connor offered me to them as a reward. As Mark lay moaning and gasping, I had my first triple penetration sex.



When it was over, Connor made me give him money for beer and they all left for the pub to celebrate. I spent the next 45 minutes tending to Mark’s injuries as cum dribbled from both my lower holes. When he was somewhat recovered, Mark told me that he was done with our game and he was leaving to bunk with a buddy until I came to my senses. I cried and begged, but in the end I watched as he packed a bag and left me there alone.



Connor came home drunk and bent me over the couch to drill my pussy with his hard young cock. In his drunken state, it took him forever to cum and by the time he did I was exhausted. When I told him that Mark had left, he just laughed, then called Mark a wimp and a pussy saying he was better off gone.



I’m alone at Connor’s mercy now dear Diary. Completely under this teenage boy’s control without any support or comfort from my husband, and my pussy is literally drooling at the prospect. What have I become?



16



Dear Diary. Connor has been increasingly insistent that I service the old men at the retirement home. He finds the idea of me fucking and sucking these old guys extremely arousing. Whenever he asks me about them, he is instantly hard and he fucks me like an animal every time he makes me tell him about it. I can’t help but think about how Mark used to do the same fantasizing about Connor. Are all men obsessed with such ideas?

Chapter 15. The Ladies Departed.



“Note:- Before one start reading the “At The Villa” series, you have to read the 2 episodes “On The Boat”, Chapters 1 and 2 where Sam was seduced by Olympia, who had the hidden Agenda; followed by “After the Boat Trip. Then it should be followed by “At The Villa” Series. The first stories I wrote with Sam as the protagonist were “Unforgettable Sexual Encounters” Chapter 1 to 11. These stories are the follow up of “At The Villa” stories.”



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Every story have a beginning as also an end, and so the ladies unexpected and unplanned adventure, was also approaching its end. The last couple of days of their adventure had arrived. Around the five young ladies, although they all wanted to return to their respective homes, there was that monotonous feeling which was roaming all around the villa. The pleasures that they had enjoyed; the games they played and the sexual trills, were all has to be forgotten; especially the way they were played, acted, performed were all coming to a close. Probably they will not be played again as a group; but sure they will all find new partners. They were all young, in the prime of their lives with futures they were looking for.



Maybe Olympia was the most satisfied, because she conducted Sam’s seduction in the most professional way. He was the most handsome male she had ever come across and he was going to be in her arms, when she seduced him on the boat. The others; none of them had thought about being involved in any sexual activities, while they were planning their holiday. The five of them were going to be on a holiday together for the first time; on an island which they never had visited before and had no idea what luck was going to bring about. The sexual encounters that had taken place; activities, desires and actual happenings between themselves, between Sam, Padme and sometimes every body together, were never planned.



What they had enjoyed and loved was not going to be available to them again; as they were about to leave the villa. Their concerns were; that the great times and the unexpected sexual games which took place during the days since they arrived; were going to be missed. They had enjoyed great times which they never thought they ever existed. Three of them were virgins and one, although she had lost her hymen, had never had a male phallus inside her body.



The day before they had to depart from the island, they were all gathered around the pool; beautiful as ever, and totally naked. It was the norm, while they were within the walls of Sam’s property. None cared, especially after the first couple of days, when all of them had tasted the pleasures of ‘making love’ or better; when individually were engaged with another partner in the act of being pleasured, while they enjoyed some great wild unexpected orgasms.



For some of them, it took a few hours before they shed all their clothes, but after the first encounters everything became possible. Love making was something which gave them those extra bodily feelings and desires; which although they were not ignorant what takes place between a male and a female; they were very skeptic about the way males loose interest after blowing their pricks, satisfy their egos and then dump them, especially at that age.



Their ideas had changed dramatically since they arrived, “At the Villa” and they learned the art of making love, the delights and satisfaction of multiple orgasms, and above all they learned the art of body massage.



The time; like always, arrives for every occasion which had a beginning. Time never waits and so the ladies were too close to the moment when they have to board the boat, say their goodbyes to the new friends they had met and lived with; and return to their homes.



They were all gathered under the trees showing their beautiful suntanned sexy bodies, liquids were leaking and flowing as the heat within their bodies was multiplying steadily. They were so hot that they were expecting Sam or Padme or any of their friends to start satisfying their unquenched sexual hunger. That hunger which for some of them had never been known before and in the first few days were initiated with.



Sam was lying down on his stomach, watching with interest the ladies parading around the pool. They were gorgeous, as they walked one after the other. They left a good distance between one to the other; they never got too close. The way they walked, like parading models, swinging their beautifully shaped asses as they passed by, made Sam wonder what life was going to be after they leave and what a life he was going to miss.



Sam was evaluating every detail of their swinging bodies, as they passed by. His eyes were totally focused on their interesting wares. As they walked along, they did their best to tease him with the movements of their asses, while their bodies were exposed to the limits.



His dick hidden and pressed against the air bed on which he was resting, was as hard as steel, throbbing and waiting for the one who was going to pass close to him. Infront of him were a few cushions, just laid accurately with the first level, there was one airbed, the next there were two on each other and the third, the farthest away, there were three on top of each other. They were laid precisely in that order. Sam was thinking that, that was the way he had wanted them, if he had put them there himself.



As Olympia passed; behind her there was Aphrodite, followed by Diana, then Lydia and lastly Victoria.



Sam was looking back towards Olympia who had just passed as Aphro was approaching. He stopped her and asked her to sit on the cushion infront of him.



Aphro obeyed. ‘Like this?’ she asked as she sat on the cushion with her legs wide open and her pussy close to his eyes.



‘Perfect, but open your legs as wide as you can.’ Sam teasingly ordered.



Aphro obeyed, and slowly she opened her legs while Sam watched the action taking place as the labia started to separate.



The rest of the troupe all stopped watching. Sam’s eyes were focused on Aphro’s portal of love, with those desirable lips, which looked so tempting. The love juices had started to flow slowly, maybe even hours earlier. Between her legs the gloss of the walls of her vagina were shimmering in the morning light, with some of the wet liquid stuck to her delicate skin. She looked ready to be eaten as Sam moved his mouth and nose as close as he could. He sniffed, sucking the aroma into his stomach; evaluating the mixture of erotic smells which were flowing out, from between Aphro’s legs.



None of the girls had touched any water that morning. Even their eyes looked tired. Sam wanted nothing more than the smell and the juice, to share and devour. He pressed his nose further down, until it was just slightly separating Aphro’s labia. He inhaled for a rather long few seconds, filling his stomach with the incredible intoxicating bouquet, of perfectly brewed aromatic fragrances.



A second one took place, to further enhance and enjoy that perfectly prepared perfume. Enjoying it to the utmost, he lifted his head and watched the girls surrounding his territory. He looked at them one by one, devouring their beauty, their elegance, their sexiness and their sexual desires.



Sam slowly, like a hunter, attacked Aphro’s pussy with his tongue, moving it like a plough as it farrowed the soil. She moaned; a cry of satisfaction escaped from between her lips. She loved and enjoyed the touch of his tongue, as it pressed against the bottom of her valley of love, from her vaginal entrance to her clit. He stopped and used his tongue to lick and press against her clitories, until he took it between his lips and sucked it, rather hardly, not to mention using his teeth, which pushed her to higher limits of pleasure.



Aphro lifted her ass upwards and pressed her pussy further against Sam’s mouth, while he pressed his head further, jamming it against her pouty lips. She cried and shouted and moaned; but not for long. Diana moved behind Aphro’s head, opened her legs and moved slowly forward, until she had Aphro’s mouth between her legs. Aphro’s eyes looked upwards towards Diana’s wet pussy and between her opened legs. Slowly Diane decended her body, until she pressed her pussy against Aphro’s mouth, shutting the cries and moans of pleasure which were blowing out.



Aphro’s body trembled. The only relief she had was shut off. Her mouth was blocked with Diana’s intoxicating smelly leaking pussy. Aphro had to pleasure Diane as much as she was herself, being taken care of.



Sam’s mouth was stuck to Aphro’s clit as he continued to suck, while watching Diane trying to involve herself further into the sexual act; by engaging herself on a further second act. As Diane’s pussy made contact with Aphro’s mouth, she used her fingers to squeeze and roll Aphro’s thick hard extended nipples, giving her that little extra, to further initiate her ego.



Unnoticed, Sam cautiously pushed a finger into Aphro’s vagina, collecting as much lubricant as he could. He did that, while he searched around the inside of her pussy for her G-spot. His lips never stopped licking and suckling on Aphro’s clitoris and around the opening of her vagina, as her orgasms intensified. Sam’s finger teasing Aphro’s G-spot, was the last resort to melt her down into a mind blowing orgasm, which nearly passed her off.



There were more acts being played; Lydia got behind Diane and started to work on her tits, massaging them and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Diane’s blood exploded too as Aphro was playing her game well; even though she was lost into a delirium of sexual orgasms.



Finally, Sam pulled his finger out of Aphro’s pussy and pushed it straight into her ass. It was the last thing Aphro expected; to have her ass ravaged by Sam’s fingers. She was shocked. It was so unexpected that she cried a sudden cry of pain rather of pleasure as she had disengaged her mouth from Diana’s pussy. She pushed Diane’s pussy further away while she continued to shout like crazy. She tried to get off, but Diane immediately gripped Aphro’s head and lowered her pussy again against aphro’s mouth, while she took back her nipples which Diane squeezed between her fingers while she rolled them.



Lydia continued to roll and squeeze Diane’s nipples while holding her tight. Both ladies; Diane and Aphro were lost in the carnal pleasures of their bodies. Sam kept his mouth and tongue working on Aphro’s hot pussy while his finger kept the same rhythm, fucking Aphro’s asshole. None of them could talk as both ladies had their mouths full, except for Lydia who was just massaging Diana’s tits. The others, those who could not join the others, Victoria and Olympia, lay on another air bed and started to satisfy each other’s hot pussy.



Soon the trio exploded again as Victoria and Olympia settled in a sixty nine position eating on each other’s hotties. Diana and Lydia were lying on each other while Aphro managed to get away from Sam’s mouth.



Sam, his hard dick ragging, lifted himself up and pulled Aphro’s body under him. Their lips made contact, their tongues entwined and his dick automatically found itself at the opening of her portal of love. A slight movement and the head of Sam’s hard cock became embedded inside Aphro’s vagina. She moaned in his mouth as their eyes met. There was a look of satisfaction in her eyes. She moaned again; her body trembled as she felt Sam’s dick stretching her channel of love; but Sam continued pushing his manhood, deeper inside her body, until the head pressed hard against her cervix.



They made love for some more long minutes until Aphro had passed through a couple of strong satisfying, orgasms. Sam favoured her some more time to enjoy them, before he disengaged himself and crawled off her body, slowly turning himself on his back. Diane was waiting and ready for the moment when she could take advantage. She positioned herself on top of Sam’s body and guided her pussy straight on to Sam’s dick; filling herself to the maximum. Lydia, being closer to his face opened her legs as wide as she could, and rested them one on each side of his head. With her leaking pussy looking straight into Sam’s eyesight it was a scene every man desires. She descended her drenched pussy slowly over his mouth, with streaks of thick juices hanging to the short pussy hair she got growing.



Diana started to fuck herself slowly while Lydia gyrated her pussy against Sam’s mouth. She hugged her friend and both started kissing as they enjoyed the feelings of sexual pleasures building inside their bodies. Aphro was still lying on the deck close to the edge of the pool, enjoying the aftermath of those incredible orgasms, with which her body had became overwhelmed with. She was already feeling the void she was going to encounter when she leaves this heaven, where they had been in, for the last three weeks.



‘Breakfast time! Breakfast time!’ Padme cried, but none of the girls bothered. All the ladies continued doing what at those moments in time, were so intimately been involved. There were moans and cries of pleasure from all the ladies, even though their mouths were mostly occupied.



At last Victoria exploded and pushed Olympia away from over her body. She then jumped straight into the pool, followed by Aphrodite. Diana, after she passed through another orgasm, she pulled away from Sam’s dick, which soon was taken over by Lydia and followed by Olympia who took Lydia’s place, with her oozing pussy pressed against Sam’s mouth.



Lydia’s mouth quickly made contact with Olympia’s; while both girls started to massage each other’s tits not to forget the way they treated each other’s nipples. They both moaned as they attached each other’s tongues. Lydia’s blood started to boil as she rode Sam’s dick with strong long strokes, hitting hard against her womb. She became hotter and hotter and was soon on the verge of exploding.



Olympia continued to rotate her pussy; feeding Sam the intoxicated juices which naturally flowed out of her vagina straight into his mouth. And that’s what she continued to do as Lydia exploded with a cry of relief as she, suddenly was taken over by another fulfilling orgasm. She quickly pulled away, leaving just Sam enjoying the aromatic tastes of Olympia’s leaking cunt.



Olympia let her body down over Sam’s body while she kept her pussy mashed against his mouth. She took his hard cock all the way in her mouth and down her throat. She didn’t gag, but it was the last straw for Sam as he exploded with a huge shot of cum which shot straight down into her stomach. As she pulled his cock out, the second shot hit her on her face. For the rest, she opened her mouth again and let Sam shoots all what was left while she rolled around her tongue. She quickly devoured every drop Sam managed to squeeze out of his balls, even though the day was still young.



After a few minutes in the pool, the ladies together with Sam sat round the table and enjoyed the healthy breakfast Padme had prepared. Everybody was naked, but nobody cared about sex for the next couple of hours. They just sat there and talked about the great times they had experienced, and the misfortune that it was getting to an end very quickly.



After they finished breakfast, Sam took Aphrodite and Victoria to the Gardner’s Lodge where they spent a couple of hours talking and discussing their experiences, while they indulged themselves in the art of making love. Incredible orgasms were experienced and the three of them returned satisfied back to the villa, where a good healthy lunch was awaiting them.



The missing link, was, who was going to take Sam’s place and continue to help them enjoy the way sexual pleasures could be most enjoyed. They had learned new techniques about how to pleasure each other, how to massage each other and naturally how and where to touch. During the last weeks they had spent on the island, they had increased their sexual education to extents unknown; before they had set foot on Sam’s doorstep.



Midway through the afternoon Sam returned to the Gardner’s lodge with Olympia and her closest friend Diana. They settled nicely inside the little air-conditioned sitting room with some slow romantic music, to enhance the atmosphere.



They were still naked and that was the way how they always slept; therefore, as usual, since they got out of their beds, nobody cared to put anything on. Since the ladies landed on Sam’s property, it was the norm that they roamed within the walls of Sam’s property, totally naked.



‘Another day and we are going to miss you, dear Sam. Our life here, on this island was full; too full… with all the pleasures, relaxation, good food, the sea, the pool and what about the sexual fulfilment. We probably are going to feel that void; that emptiness, which sure we have to work very hard to fill. We have to try to find that something which we have no idea with what, or better what, what it could be. Seriously, we are going to greatly miss you Sam.’ Oly said.



‘There is an end to everything and sorry to say, I am going to miss you too; but in the end we all have to go back to our norms.’ Sam answered.



‘That is very true, but… we were in heaven. We were living a dream; a different, maybe even am artificial period in our lives. You were the sole contributor, not to forget Padme.’ Diane continued.



‘Sam; last time you mentioned something… you knew that it could change our lives.’ Oly tried to open a sort off, discussion about something which Sam had mentioned only to her.



‘What was that about?’ Diane immediately asked as both looked at Sam.



‘Yes I did mention something to you. Did you think about it?’ Sam asked.



‘Yes, I did, but it could be too good to be true.’



‘What do you mean?’ Sam asked.



‘I did not mention anything to Diane but it is rather weird, you know. I don’t know how to explain.’ Oly tried, to rather wrap up the whole idea.



‘Can you, at least explain what’s going on behind my back?’ Diane asked.



‘Let’s do one thing; let me set you up and then you decide.’ Sam answered.



‘Sam… I have full confidence in you; but this I don’t know… I’m sceptic.’ Oly tried to hold back on the idea.



Sam lay down on a rather hard mattress which was laid on the floor, ideal for a strong massage. The ladies not knew to such situations, took the hint and both started to work on his body. Olympia started working on the upper part from the waist to his neck and Diane worked on his toes up to his waist, not forgetting the inner thighs and the equipment between his legs. Sam very relaxed, feeling like being in heaven; just let the ladies do their work the way they were taught. He did not interrupt in any way or ever thought of doing so while enjoying that heavenly bliss. He let his body relax; his brain shut and just enjoyed the movements of the ladies’ smooth hands working on his body. ‘This is heaven.’ He thought.



The oil started flowing and their hands had already started to move against his smooth skin. At the beginning they moved very slowly and lightly, just too close to the skin but not on the skin. The shivers of pleasure Sam felt as their hands flowed too close to, both on his back and on his legs, were out of this world.



His cock immediately hardened and it became rather uncomfortable; pressed between the mattress and his pelvis. He made sure he will forget about his truncheon, at least until the massage comes to an end. The ladies eyed the hard cock and naturally their wanton pussies were aching for a little bit of the action, at least for some time to come.



But this could be the last time that they could get Sam’s full attention and both Olympia and Diana wanted to please Sam’s erotic desires, to the full. They wanted to leave the villa and the island happy, although they had not yet assessed what Sam had planned for their future, at least that’s what Olympia was visualizing.

Olympia had always been the good girl, not only at home, but also away from home, even though sometimes her sexual desires had overtaken her priorities. She loved to masturbate, massage her body and tease the guys with the aim of letting them fantasise. Some of the guys she had dated enjoyed her ministrations with a few exceptions. Those few were rewarded by either she masturbated them or gave them a blow job. She only showed her pussy to one guy; the one whom she considered was capable enough to take her virginity. (Check “On the Boat” part 1).



When they were about to finish pampering his body, Diana moved behind his head, and taking her time she started to massage his cheeks and around his ears. Olympia took the pelvic area; massaging the inner thighs and his testicles; without even touching the ragging hardon. His hot blood was flowing through his veins making him very edgy; while he was trying to hold on and not explode. Many times they took the liberty of teasing some of the erogenous parts of his body, sending him wild and crazy as he fought to hold back and avoid making a mess.



His red chakra had been activated from the moment they put their hands to work on his body. Touching and massaging his balls and teasing his asshole, not to mention sticking their index fingers a couple of times, nearly blew his load; but Sam was always on the alert for those unexpected moments when they were getting too close, trying to blow his fuse.



‘It’s time for a body to body massage Sam; like to turn on your stomach.’ It was Olympia who gave the order.



While Diana covered Olympia with baby oil, Olympia had done the same to Sam, covered his back and all over his legs. When his back, together with the back of his legs and naturally his round bums were all covered with an oily film, Olympia lowered her body over Sam’s and started sliding and skidding all over his covered skin, not to mention massaging her pussy against the back of his legs. She flowed from one leg over to the other with her sharp hard nipples pressed against his back, as she continued to glide up and down from side to side, sometimes zigzagging against his body.



Sam had always enjoyed every moment of being massaged and pampered, but feeling the lips of her pussy opening as they swerved against the back of his legs was a specifically distinctive. His dick got harder and harder as it strained against the hard mattress; sometimes he even tried to lift his pelvis off the mattress, for some relief. The more the oil covered the two bodies the more their bodies slide and swing as, sometimes it was close to exploding limits.



Sam tried to hold and not let his hard dick explode, but Olympia was moaning as her juices were flowing. Sam noticed how hot she was becoming every time her pussy pressed against his leg. He tried to compensate by pushing his leg upwards causing more pressure against her clitoris and stretching her vaginal lips further.



At last she had the biggest explosion she was expecting; her body was on fire. She was on top of Sam’s back, her pussy pressed against his lower back; her breathing was strong as was her heart beat. At last she felt very heavy on Sam’s, like a dead body.



Everything seemed to stop. Olympia must have passed out from the incredible orgasms she had enjoyed during the body to body massage she had just performed.



Sam waited with a quite a heavy body lying on top of his back, crashing him after such an exhaustive massage. More seconds passed and even a minute or so, before he felt a insignificant movement.



Diana was there watching the action while holding ready a bottle of aromatic oil. She was waiting for that moment, when Sam will turn on his back. Tension was building within her body, as she was waiting anxiously for that instant, when she will spread the oil between her body and Sam’s. She was looking forward to the second part of the body to body massage, as it could be more enticing.



At last Olympia rolled off from over Sam’s body to his great relief. He immediately turned on his back, stretch himself and took a couple of deep breaths, before he relaxed hisself. ‘Are you ready for more, Sam? Diana asked.



‘That was an incredible massage! She totally exhausted me, and my dick could not co-operate either. I tried to stop him on many occasions; but now, I think I’ll soon be ready to enjoy what you have in mind.’ Sam answered.



‘Hopefully I will try to do as good, if not better.’ Diane promised. ‘Are you ready?’



Sam gave her a sweet smile. She opened her mouth as she moved her lips close to Sam’s; she kissed him. Their open hungry mouths crashed against each other and their tongues entwined. It was rather a very gracious kiss. It was a thank you, for what Sam had done for them and for whom; it had changed their lives drastically. What happened and what they had enjoyed during that fantastic holiday; it was going take a long time, before it will be forgotten.



At last they disengaged, and Diana immediately started pouring the pleasing smelling oil from under his chin down to his toes, but she did not touch his hard member. She spread the oil with her hands all over his body, from over his shoulders down to his toes. More was poured, before she covered her body with a generous film of that ‘OIL’, making sure that Sam was watching, as she rubbed her breasts while she was giving him a little attention, as she pinched her hard nipples between her fingers. It was then followed, by massaging the area between her open legs using also a generous amount of oil. She knew that down there, was the place where most of the action was going to take place.



She lowered her body over Sam’s, making sure that her nipples will pin down, close to his. Her mouth slowly met with his to a very sweet smooth slow kiss, just licking on each other’s lips and sucking on each other’s tongues; one at a time. There was no aggressiveness in the way they acted; nothing, except that Diana separated her pouty lips and settled them precisely against Sam’s wand of light. The heat from her vagina was something that was making a lot of damage; as Sam’s dick continued to get bigger and harder. He did not move except to take a deep breath.



Diana pressed her pussy harder against Sam’s hard cock. Then she moved a fraction forward and the purple head filled with his hot blood was ready to explode; especially when he felt that the head settled precisely between her drenched pouty lips. His deep breath and a pull of his PC muscle saved his cock from exploding and shooting his load of seamen between their bodies; probably most of it could have ended between Diana’s vaginal lips.



They spent about two hours there at the Gardner’s Lodge, playing, massaging and make each other cum, while enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. They talked about many things including Sam’s attraction to women and how most women crave for his sexual favours; although, naturally there were those who hated his guts.



They did not mention their immediate future, again, but they knew that Sam was going to be in touch with both Olympia and Diana.



Just before sunset all the group, all the ladies, together with Sam and Padme, were gathered in the waters of the pool, refreshing themselves while waiting to join each other around the table for their farewell dinner. Although they had extremely enjoyed playing and swimming in the pool there was already that sombre feeling; that the end was fast approaching.



While Greek music was coming out of the loudspeakers which were hanging from the branches; the food and the wine were delicious. They were fully satisfied at how delicious the food was, together with the wine, the sweets, fresh fruit and the coffee with the added tot of Tia Maria, Amaretto or Ouzo.



Sex did not seem to be on any of the ladies mind, even though Sam was available. With low music playing, the ladies just relaxed on the mattresses by the pool, talking about their experiences, of the last three weeks. They said jokes, they teased Sam; they teased each others’ as they jumped in the water; and that’s how they spent the last hours of the last night not to mention that some Greek dancing accompanied the music.



It was a couple of hours after midnight when Sam was left alone, as the last couple were sound asleep hugging each other, on one of the double mattresses by the pool. Sam did not try to find out who they were; all he noticed was, that they were covered with a blanket.



Another two were so tired, that they had retired earlier to one of the bedrooms. Padme was doing the final cleaning of the kitchen, after the ladies started to disappear, while Lydia was last seen about fifteen minutes earlier, who just said goodnight, good morning and disappeared.



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Knowing for sure that there was nobody roaming around, I walked away from the pool area and headed for my bedroom. On the way, I checked with Padme who was switching off the light in the kitchen and she told me, that she was heading for the servants quarters.



I did not complain. They all had their rights, and it wasn’t the first time that Padme had made it to the servant’s quarters to relax; although rarely she had done it at night.



I walked through the corridor and looked at the bedrooms which looked to be empty, except for mine. Hugging herself under the cover, in the middle of my bed with the AC going full blast, there I found the missing one.



After I checked and reduced the blasting air conditioner, I crawled under the cover and there I found the unexpected. Lydia was there, her body rolled together, trying to fight the cold. Soon I got in, she immediately stretched herself, pushed her ass against my lower belly and then the rest of the remaining parts of her body, until we nearly became one body.



Slowly, slowly she settled her back against my stomach with my dick feeling and smelling the sweet juices that were already there, together with what was about to start flowing, but Lydia took longer to realize, that she was not anymore, alone.



Feeling the heat between our bodies she started to turn. First her naked hard cold nipples pressed against my chest while she put her mouth against mine and started to kiss me slowly at first, but more aggressively as she felt my hardness touching her intimate region.



‘Why it took you too long to come; I had been waiting and waiting… this is the last time we are going to sleep together, dad.’ She whispered.



‘I wasn’t expecting to find you here, but rather some of the others.’ I asked.



‘Dad, it was planned before hand. I sent signals, as also had someone who could arrange some things without any questions being asked.’ I knew precisely who that could be, but I did not comment.



‘Dad, I love you, I love you so much and I like to thank you for everything, especially being my first. I will never forget that special day; that moment.’ She got on her knees and looked in my eyes. I was on my back, relaxed while amazed with the beauty of my daughter’s face. She kissed me again and again as we started to feel the blood heating and the intimate feelings and desires being generated from the heat our bodies. Lydia straddled me and slowly lowered her pussy, until her vaginal lips settled exactly between my hard manhood.



Her body started to move slowly, forwards and backwards. My hard cock dug deeper between her swollen vaginal lips while she pressed the clitoral area harder against it. As she pressed and moved her pussy, my penis became as hard as steel, ready to penetrate my little lady where ever and whenever he desired it.



‘Wowww, dad; I’m going to cum… soon. May I do so, or if, I better feed your handsome cock all the way inside my body.’ She moaned again and again while she started moving more aggressively, pressing harder against the back muscle of my cock. She moaned as she put her hand around my neck. She aggressively kissed me harder and harder as her body was shaking. Her vaginal lips were moving faster and faster against the underside of my hard member. I wanted to moan and shout, but it was not possible. I wanted more time before I can cum again. This was a great moment for me. I loved fucking Lydia and I knew that she loved every moment that I let my little boy, enter inside her body.



A couple of times it nearly found her vaginal entrance, but missed on both instances. Her body exploded and she stopped moving, although it continued to shake and vibrate. My dick started to pulsate but I tried to control it. If any, I wanted to shoot the next ejaculation within the confines of her own vagina.



‘Wowww dad; that was something! I don’t know how it would feel; doing it with somebody else?’ She asked.



‘Do you need an answer?’ I asked.



‘You have already told me dad; I will try to take your advice, but I think I have to wait some weeks; at least until after I start university.’ Lydia answered.



‘Why so long? You never had a boyfriend; so beautiful you are?’



‘I know dad, so many were trying, so I dated randomly just as company to the disco etc; but I was careful. Some of them were only after my pussy, although there were others who tried for a long relationship. Something which I don’t think I’m ready for.’



‘Why not?’ I asked.



‘I think I would like to enjoy life first, travel; maybe I will visit some exotic eastern counties, Japan, Korea, China; I don’t now? Maybe since I can get to you I may not need to desire you. But you promised me a week alone with you, before I start the first semester. Is it still on?’



‘What does mum going to say, going away for another week’s holiday?’ I asked.



‘You should ask her in a week’s time?’ Our sexual hunger had subsided lightly although her pussy was still pressed against the length of my still hard cock. The discussion was taking a different direction, especially when my sister started to be involved.



‘So you told my sister about me, my whereabouts and hopefully that I’m also fucking you on daily bases; did you, you naughty little filly?’



‘Yes dad, I believe I had told you that she called. She asked how I am but I didn’t tell her that my own dad took my cherry. I was scarred she will call me back, that was a week ago and I took the opportunity to tell her about you. I had to let our interesting activities to take their time; but then when she called again…’



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‘Hi, is that you my dear?’



‘You know mum, it’s me. I’m well and very happy. We are in heaven here, what about everybody at home?’ Lydia asked.



‘Dad is great sweetie, he was supposed to come for a couple of week’s holiday, but he was called to go to Brussels, so he will fly direct from Dubai. So where are you staying?’



‘It is a very nice villa Mum. A huge garden; mostly covered with olive trees and a big swimming pool. He has a Jacuzzi inside, as part of the main bedroom and there are other bedrooms scattered round the garden.’ Lydia answered.



‘Is this villa registered as holiday accommodation with the authorities?’ Mum asked.



‘No mum, this belongs to the most handsome man I had ever known. My other friends are crazy about him; all fighting who will spend the night is his bed…’



‘What?’ Mum shouted. ‘Who is this bastard or animal who seduced you?’



‘You really want to know? If so don’t shout, remember you never shouted with me.’ Lydia asked cautiously. She was greatly enjoying this conversation with her mum. It was something which she never done before and never quarrelled with her mum. She knew that Lydia was on the pill and as probably as hot as her mother was.



‘You are right sweetie, and I remember what I done when I was your age. I was also naughty, maybe even more naughty than you will ever be. I hope it’s not the one I’m thinking.’



‘Non other than the one you had seduced.’



‘So at last you found him; I knew that you had been trying, even though you never told me, but once I heard you talking with somebody on the mobile and naturally I managed to make one plus one, makes two.’



‘Mum, so you knew.’



‘Yes sweetie I knew, but I was sure it was not going be easy; as he never left a tail behind. So how is my darling brother; did he seduce you too… remember you are his niece.’



‘As for the last statement, I’m probably more than his niece and yes I proud to say that he was my first.’



‘What did you say; you little dirty baby?’ Mum shouted.



‘Incest is a family tradition!’ Lydia exclaimed.



‘Ohhh… he even told you the family secrets.’



‘Mum, please; once he’s not married I don’t he’ll mind.’



‘Mind what?’



‘You know what mum? You missed your loving brother for nineteen years and I’m sure you are already planning a visit.’



‘Do you think he will accept me, after he abandoned me?’



‘He never stopped loving you, and between us, I don’t think he would mind, to continue to satisfy the family obligations. I’m sure he would love to kiss that place where you let him be the one you wanted… you know what I mean. Did you expect a handsome boy instead of Lydia?’



I just cut the connection. She called a couple of times back which I did not answer; but I love my mum and she not only loves me dearly but she is very proud of me, so I called back and excused myself.



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‘How did you have the guts, to talk to mum like that?’ I asked.



‘Sorry dad. I did not mean it and Mum understood. She called me a couple of times after that, telling me she was never sorry for bringing a baby girl in this world. We are better friends, but she did not like it much, that I am being fucked by my own father.’



‘So now she knows everything. But she did not call?’ I asked.



‘No dad, I insisted that while I am here she will not dare, but in a week or so she will, maybe even arrive here, you know; unexpectedly.’



‘She loved you dad, a lot, but now she is a little frustrated. Most of the time dad is away. Many times she’s coming and going to where my father will be; mostly Brussels and Dubai. She’s still very hot dad, but I know that she kept herself away from men; but she is not going to stay away from you.’



‘How do you know?’



Lydia was still on top with her pussy lightly touching my semi hard dick. It slowed down a little bit while I became immersed, hearing the full recount of Lydia’s controversial mobile conversation with her mother. But as Lydia started again pushing against it, it started to wake.



‘Dad, the next evening we are all going away and this is the last possibility that I’m going to enjoy the pleasures I had enjoyed most, since we arrived here.’



Lydia did not wait for an answer. She lifted her pussy slightly and with her hand straightened my nearly hard cock upwards, and inserted it straight inside her vagina. Sweetly she moved up and down slowly, enjoying the pleasures, following the friction as it moved in and out of her portal of love. The strokes were as long as it was possible. Lydia lifted her pussy upwards as far as the head of my prick would not loose the contact; than in to the hilt, pressing her pussy against my pelvis and pushing the head against her cervix. She continued fucking herself, enjoying the pleasures while I kept my cool, holding to my dick from exploding.



I loved every moment, watching my daughter enjoying the pleasures as she continued to fuck herself on her father’s hard dick. She was pleasuring herself, filling and emptying her vaginal tube as she continued to move up and down on her father’s hard cock; that seemed that he was never going to give up. Orgasm after orgasm was attaching her whole body as she increased the movements, up and down fucking herself, becoming aggressively fucking herself like crazy, until her body could not take any more.



With that last explosion she took her body into the real heavens. It was so strong that Lydia’s body was not ready to tolerate such a mind blowing orgasm. The orgasm was so passionate that her body passed out; she slept in the loving dreams of the pleasures of the flesh. Her vagina was still being filled with my hard cock, but her dead body was too heavy for me to hold on top of mine. She totally melted, enjoying those bodily feeling she would never could possibly describe.

I hope everyone enjoys the second tale. As always comment/feedback is welcome. MKvDeepSea











It was the sound of a soft, rhythmic whimper that woke me. I blinked sleep out of my eyes trying to make sense of where I was. Eventually, I remembered, I was at a beach house party my wife and I had attended. It had turned into an orgy.



I was lying on my back. Billie, my wife, was on her left side with her head resting on my right shoulder. Her sleep warm, nude body was pressed against me with her right leg thrown over my right hip. The funky odor of stale sex lingered in the air.



The source of the rhythmic whimper was a lithe blonde on her hands and knees. Her partner was behind her holding her by her hips and thrusting to a steady beat. Her breasts had a mesmerizing metronomic beat as they swayed in rhythm to his repeated thrusts.



Wetting a finger I reached over and traced a circle around the nipple of her left breast. She looked down at my hand and then looked at me with beautiful ice blue eyes, a sexy wink, the pink tip of a wet tongue and a warm inviting smile.



Billie stirred and stretched. She gave me a sleepy smile and said good morning to the blonde. Never breaking her rhythm this blue-eyed minx returned our morning greeting. I smiled and a shrugged my shoulders and told her, “Maybe next time.”



We got up and I followed Billie into the bathroom. We showered and then wandered around the house, stepping over nude bodies, some still tangled in post sex slumber, looking for our clothes. We dressed, wished those awake a goodbye and left.



As we drove back to our apartment we talked about what a great time we’d had. I asked Billie if she had been good, naughty, bad or wicked. These were code words we used to playfully describe her various sexual activities.



If she had been good she had done nothing but possibly made out with someone. In all likelihood she would have been naked when she made out with them, but, hey, that’s Billie. If she’d been naughty then there was some heavy petting involved and, perhaps, some oral sex. If she’s been bad then she’d fucked someone.



Now if she told me she’d been wicked it meant she’d fucked more than one guy within a short period of time. It was unusual that Billie was good. She was sometimes naughty, usually bad, but she was just as often wicked.



Her response to my question surprised me this time. She smiled and said, “Well, I was naughty a couple of times, but I was only bad once.”



“What? Not wicked?”



“Nope.”



“Well… who did you fuck?”



“Just you.”



“Just me? Why?”



“I was getting off watching you get off with the other girls. You made quite an impression with them; impressed me, too. Pissed off a couple of guys though.”



“Well hell. Who did you get naughty with?”



“Thomas and some other guy.”



Thomas was one of the first to fuck Billie after we had opened our marriage. I was to find out later he was also one of the ones to have fucked her prior to our opening our marriage. He was also to become one of her fuck buddies until she graduated.



“You didn’t want to fuck them?”



“No. I was more interested in watching you. I sucked their cocks some, but finished them by jerking them off.”



When we got home I had to start getting ready to return to my military base. I hate this part of the weekends. The sad look in Billie’s eyes would always be heart rendering.



As I prepared to leave I held her close and asked, “Are you going to be a good girl this next couple of weeks?”



“I doubt it.”



“Are you planning on getting laid?”



She laughed and responded, “Oh… not really… but… Thomas or Steve will probably be over.”



“I know Thomas… who’s Steve?”



“The runner, he’s in one of my art classes. I told you about him.”



“Oh yeah. He was your third… lover wasn’t he? You will tell me about it… right?”



“Yes, he was the third guy that I had sex with after we opened our marriage… and yes, I’ll tell you if anything happens with either of them… both of them… or… anyone else.”



“Will you tell me about the other beach house party that you alluded to last night?”



Billie giggled and asked, “Which one?”



“The one you and Leigh were talking about. The one before we opened our marriage. It sounded like you were very wicked.”



Again a giggle, “And, I asked, which one?”



“Huh… there was more than one?”



“I’m just messing with you. Yes, I’ll tell you about it. Honey, I’ve told you about most of them.”



“Most of them?”



She laughed, “A girl has to have some secrets.”



I was laughing by then. I hugged her tight, kissed her goodbye and left for the base. In the rearview mirror, I watched her standing there, alone, watching me as I drove off. Damn! I hated this! She had just one more year of school.



***



It was two weeks before I was able to make it back home. I arrived in the late afternoon; Billie was ecstatic. She met me at the door wearing just a little sundress. She leaped into my arms wrapping her legs around my waist. Oh, she smelled so good: soap, shampoo and her own special fragrance, her tight body wiggling in my arms.



With my hands cupping her bare bottom I carried her to the bedroom. She squirmed out of my arms and pushed me down onto the bed. She straddled me and knee walked up my body until her freshly trimmed and shaven twat was in my face.



Her fragrance was intoxicating. I nuzzled her moist little cleft and kissed her love bud. She spun around and unfastened my trousers to gain access to my hard on. The two of us happily applied tongues and lips to the other’s appropriate parts.



Oral sex isn’t Billie’s favorite thing. She prefers a hard cock in her pussy to a slimy tongue any day, but she doesn’t mind it as part of foreplay. Once she was satisfied that everything was slick enough she finished stripping me of my clothes and climbed on board.



Billie was hot, wet and tight. She is strong and knows how to use her muscles. As I thrust up into her she would relax to take it deep, as I pull back she would clamp down… hard. There is nothing in this world like sex with a physically fit, strong woman.



Her face was snuggled into my neck, her arms wrapped around my head, her butt wiggling; her legs locked around mine… no wonder I came so soon. This set her off.



As we lay there in each other’s arms, murmuring soft noises, I thought, “Man oh man, how I do love this woman!”



After we got our breath back I asked her, “Well, have you been a good, naughty, bad or wicked girl this past two weeks?”



The little minx wiggled her tight little ass, contracted her pussy muscles around my cock, giggled and said, “Yes.”



“Just… yes?”



Slowly undulating, her face buried between my neck and my shoulder she said, “I’ll put it like this, yes I’ve been a good girl, I was also naughty, I’ve been very bad and probably, what may be considered extremely wicked.”



Laughing at my expression she pressed on, “But do you want to hear about that or about the beach house party?”



Her body was speaking louder than her words, so I flipped her onto her back and started really plowing her. She locked her legs around mine and put as much into it as I was.



Panting in my ear she asked, “Beach house… or how truly wicked I was this past two weeks?”



“B…b…both?”



“Not… right… n… now, one… or the… oh jeezus… one or… the… other!”



We peaked together. After we caught our breath we separated. I pulled her into spoon position and snuggled up to her rump. I buried my face in the nape of her neck. Her special just fucked aroma was like an aphrodisiac to me. I was getting hard again.



As I held her and caressed her, I implored her, “Please, tell me about the beach house party and maybe later you can tell me about your wicked two weeks.”



Her little body was still squirming as she replied, “I wasn’t wicked the full two weeks. I was actually a good girl for most of it. Besides, I’m… a little embarrassed about the beach house party.”



Snuggling to her I asked, “What’s there to be embarrassed about? We’ve had an open marriage for what, about two months now? And… I’ve watched you with other guys. So tell me about the beach house”



“I’m embarrassed because the beach house was before we opened our marriage. I know I should’ve told you and I know you would have understood. But… all right… where do you want me to start?”



“At the beginning. From what Leigh was saying it sounded like you’d had a threesome or possibly a gangbang, did you?”



“You remembered that?”



“Well, of course. You said there were some tales about your little tail that happened before we opened our marriage and you were going to tell me about them. I’d like you to tell me about the beach house.”



“Oh shit… It wasn’t exactly a threesome… it was more like… a…”



“Gangbang?”



Billie blushed and said, “NO! I’d lost a bet with Jenny.”



Ahh, yes, that figures… As I’d found out, Jenny had led Billie astray before. She had discovered Billie’s propensity for getting naked and dancing. She also discovered Billie’s love for sex.



She had introduced Billie to the grad student that had been one of Billie’s sexcapades and apparently, there were more. It seems that Jenny had easily led Billie into other scenarios with similar out…cums.



I sat up and looked at Billie and loved what I was seeing. I looked into her eyes. There was a mischievous glint in them. She was still blushing. Billie dampened her lips with the tip of her tongue. Her nipples were hard. I stroked them.



“What was the bet?” I managed to croak.



“If I won, we got to use her beach house on any long weekend of our choice. That would have been for a Friday, Saturday, Sunday and a Monday.”



“If you lost?”



Billie giggled, squirming in my arms, she told me, “I would have to go to one of her beach house parties, help her set up, host it and… I was to be nude the whole time.”



I laughed. “That’s nothing new; you’re always getting naked at parties, whether I’m there or not. So, who’d you fuck and how did it turn into a threesome… or … was it really a gangbang?”



She was enjoying telling the story now, and she was finding it exciting to re-live it. We moved so we were lying on our sides facing one another.



Billie exclaimed, “It wasn’t exactly ‘a’ threesome and, as I’ve said, it wasn’t a gangbang! Well… okay… it was a threesome… but not like you think!”



“Please, do tell.”



So Billie fleshed out the details. As she had told me she had lost the bet. The party was the weekend prior to her sexual escapade with the grad student.



She had arrived at the beach house early to help set up and had immediately stripped naked as the bet required.



Billie told me, “I really didn’t mind losing. It was exciting to think about being naked at the party with all those people. I was looking forward to it!”



“What time did you get there?”



“About 3:00 in the afternoon.”



“You got naked immediately?”



“Well… yeah… that was part of the bet.”



“Oh… just part of the bet? Okay, who all was there?”



“Jenny, her boyfriend and me.”



“Were they naked?”



“No.”



“Go on…”



“We set up and then I got to lie in the sun for about an hour. Then I took a shower to get ready for the party.”



“Oh… sun tanning nude, then a shower; did you put on your moisturizer?”



“Well… yeah.”



“Did you trim up your little puss?”



“Yeah… I shaved it too.”



“It made you horny, didn’t it?”



Billie grinned, “Oh yes! Very!”



I stroked her breast, “You knew you were going to get fucked didn’t you? Or, at the very least you were hoping on getting fucked, weren’t you?”



She smiled as she remembered the party and answered in a soft voice, “It’s possible… well… yeah… I knew it was going to happen.” Then, “It was the other part of the bet.”



“What was ‘the other part of the bet.’?”



“That I’d have sex with one of the guys at the party.”



I hugged her and whispered into her ear, “Tell me about it.”



“Well, there were more guys than girls, as usual, and I was the only one naked. I danced a lot. All the guys wanted to dance with me, especially to the slow songs.”



She was getting turned on as she recalled the party, she said, “I really liked the slow dances. It was, nice… nice to be held… and… and touched.”



Laughing and interrupting again I replied, “Oh? In other words, you were felt up a number of times. I wonder why?”



Smiling, Billie continued, “Most of the guys seemed more interested in just dancing with a naked chic than anything else; but a few were brave enough to caress me… to touch me. Oh… it felt so very good.”



Teasingly, I caressed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. I then ran a finger up and down her wet little cleft, “Like this?” I asked.



She shivered, “Oh yesss! It felt so good! Later, I went out onto the deck to cool off and get some fresh air. I was leaning on the deck railing and talking to one of the guys that I had danced with.”



Once again, I interrupted her and whispered in her ear, “Were you thinking of fucking him?”



“Maybe not him, but he was definitely a candidate. He was cute… and nice”



“If Jenny was watching, she was probably hoping you’d fuck him.”



“She was. She told me later that she wanted me to not only fuck someone but also do a gangbang so it would hopefully turn into an orgy.”



Holding her tight and nuzzling her neck, whispering, “What happened next?”



Wiggling in my arms she said, “Somebody had raked the sand below the deck earlier and had not put the rake back where it belonged. It had been placed on the deck with the tongs up. One of the other partygoers stepped on the tongs and sent the handle flying up.



“The guy I was talking to happened to be standing over the handle; his nuts got walloped pretty hard. It was a solid hit. The poor guy doubled over and went down.



“I helped him to a lounger and asked someone to get some ice. I unfastened the guy’s pants and pulled them down. Someone handed me a plastic bag of ice wrapped in a washcloth.



“I lifted up his cock and placed the bag of ice on his nuts.”



Apparently it didn’t go unnoticed the tanned, little hard bodied, nude babe was giving a half naked man first aid to a set of injured nuts.



Billie asked the guy “Is there anything else that I can do to make it feel better?”



The guy was slightly hurt, not dead. Billie had not realized she was still holding his cock in her hand and had started to gently stroke it.



Our injured hero smiled through his pain and told Billie, “It would make it feel better, if you kissed it.”



Billie heard the other partygoers chanting, “Kiss it, kiss it, kiss it!”



As the chant got louder Billie became aware of how ludicrous it must look. She was naked, on her knees, stroking a guy’s cock and asking how she could make it feel better!



“I got the giggles. Then I smiled up at the guy and I leaned down and I kissed his injured nuts. He had a very nice scent.”



I thought, “Huh oh, she liked his scent!” Billie loves the musky scent of a man’s cock and balls. It thrills her to nuzzle a guy’s pubic hair and rub his cock on her face while fondling his nuts. My “huh oh” was right on the money.



“His cock grew in my hand and a little drop of pre-come appeared, I couldn’t resist, I took the head into my mouth and started softly sucking on it. Then I started working it with both hands”



She was giggling as she told me, “I wanted to work the stiffness out. I played with his balls with one hand and started stroking him with the other. I kept nibbling at the head. His juice tasted pretty good. I really like the way he smelled. Once in a while I’d suck him in deep.



“Someone came up behind me and gently stroked my butt. It felt so good I wiggled to let them know I wasn’t objecting to what they were doing. Whoever it was knelt down and used their knees to spread mine further open. I was already pretty exposed.



“Then he reached around my hips and started tickling me on my pubes. He went up my belly to my breasts and tugged on my nipples. He came around and down my sides to my thighs. When he reached my knees he traced his fingers behind my knees and up the insides of my thighs.



“Damn it felt good! I stopped sucking the other guy and buried my face in his pubes. Oh, it felt good to be touched like that! When he got to my bottom he tickled me up and down my butt crack; then he circled around my hips and dropped his hand to my pussy.



“That’s when he cupped me! The bastard then started using one finger to tickle it through my slit and softly caress my tickie spot! I thought I’d faint it felt so good! Then he slipped a finger into me! I knew right then and there that I was going to let him fuck me.



“The guy I’d been sucking moaned and nudged me to get me back to his cock. I started back working on him.”



Breathlessly I asked her, “Was the other guy fucking you yet?”



“No, the son-of-a-bitch kept teasing me! He was exploring my puss thoroughly. He’d use one finger and then two. Once in a while he’d nudge my clitty. He was good.



“I had my legs spread as far open as I could get them and my butt was hiked up in the air, but he kept teasing me. I was humping his hand and he still kept teasing me!”



“What about the other guy?”



She looked a little confused, “What other guy?”



“The guy you were sucking.”



“Oh… him… huh… yeah, I was still working on him. I was pretty distracted though. Finally the guy behind me started rubbing what felt like a thick, meaty cockhead up and down my pussy. When he finally started to work it in I stopped working on the other guy, I couldn’t breathe!



“My butt was arched up. Damn it felt wicked! I became aware there were several people watching! It was such a turn on! The sun was setting and there was a soft glow over everything! And there I was on a deck, on the beach, bare-assed naked with a bunch of people watching me getting fucked!



“I went back to work on the guy I was blowing. Now I was worshipping his cock, like it was a god. He was holding my head by then and starting to thrust so I knew he was close. I sucked him down as deep as I could and as hard as I could. He came; had a pretty good size load, too.”



“And then?”



“He got up. I laid my head down on the cushion to let the guy fucking me, have me in anyway he wanted. Whoever he was, he was fucking me damned good! It felt good to be fucked so deep! I was hoping he would last a long, long time.



“I was lost in the sensation. He’d power in and I’d arch my butt up to get it in as deep as I could. As he pulled out I’d clamp down on him as hard as I could. He’d draw it out so slow!



Kissing her, I asked, “So that’s the threesome you were embarrassed about telling me?”



“I said it wasn’t exactly ‘a’ threesome. After he came, I did two more guys…”



“Oh…”



“Someone else sat down on the lounger and I was looking at another hard cock. It was a rather nice looking dick. I figured what the hell, in for a penny in for a pound. I went to work on it, nibbling on the head and then sucking it in.



“The guy fucking me really picked up his pace then and was powering into me so hard I could barely keep the other guy’s cock in my mouth. He finished by thrusting into me deep and cumming hard! I didn’t think he’d ever stop cumming!



“He collapsed on my back. I clamped down on his cock to keep it in me; it felt wonderful! I heard him mumble, ‘god, she has a snapper,’ whatever that means. Then someone said, ‘get off, I want some of that.’”



“You don’t know what they meant by ‘she has a snapper.’”



“No.”



“It means your pussy clamps down or ‘snaps’ down on their cock as it’s pulled back. It’s a compliment.”



“Oh. I clamp down because it feels so good!”



“What happened then?”



“He pulled out and someone else took his place. I had cum running down my legs, but it didn’t stop the next guy. He wasn’t as large as the previous guy so he slipped right in, but he was a decent fuck. He fucked me at much slower pace.

I.



I have no name. I have no family. I have no roots in this complicated and uncertain world. All I have is a desire, a dream, a hope. Pornocopia. I think of it in my dreams, in every second that passes, in every waking thought. I live for Pornocopia.



But what is this thing that I speak of?



Pull up a chair and listen to my story.



Soon, you will be able to experience this world as well…



My adventure began many months ago when I was working as a barman at Malloy’s on the Strand in London, England. It was a dull, hot August day with nothing but the Cricket on TV. There were only a couple of customers in the bar; a middle aged Jewish couple who were arguing about what wine to order and a quiet Japanese businessman called Hiroto who came in like he did every Monday afternoon and ordered the same Sake as usual.



I needed some relief from this boredom. And it came in the shape of an unusual stranger.



At first, my manager and I thought he was a tramp. I mean the guy not only smelt bad but his face looked the part, too. He had a ruddy complexion which was set against several burst red veins. But there was something about the way that he dressed that made me wonder. He was wearing a thick camel coloured coat on top of what looked like an immaculate pinstripe suit.



Pretty strange thing to wear for a hot summer’s day, huh?



“You can serve him” my manager whispered as the old man approached the bar.



Must be an eccentric. England’s full of them, just look at Prince Philip…



He hobbled up and sat himself on one of the bar stools opposite me.



“What can I get you, Sir?” I asked him.



“I’ll have a pint of Scrumpy Jack, please”



His voice wasn’t Cockney like I was expecting but a strange mix of Upper class English with a hint of a Continental accent.



Maybe he’s well traveled. Ex armed forces, perhaps.



“Anything else, Sir?” I said, handing him the pint of Cider.



“Could I have a Cuban cigar please? One of those hand rolled Montecristo’s?” he asked, pointing to the cigars in the mahogany display cabinet.



He pulled out his wallet and handed me a couple of fifty pound notes.



“One for the drink and cigar and the other for you, my boy”



“Thank you, Sir”



He hung his coat on the edge of the bar stool and slowly began to sip his pint.



“Tell me about yourself, boy” he asked, looking up at me with his beady grey eyes.



“What’s your name?”



“I don’t exactly have one”



“What do you mean by that?” he asked.



“Both my parents died after I was born. Since I had no living relatives, I was placed into care and given a ‘temporary name’. I’ve never accepted it, so I always call myself ‘Nameless’”



“I see…”



“And what are you called, Sir?”



“My name is Henry Walshingham”



“Well, pleased to meet you, Henry”



“Likewise, my boy”



Our conversation continued for the next hour where we discussed amongst other things: the cricket, sex, business and oddly, conspiracy theories. Henry was an intelligent man and was far more intuitive about people than he let on. He was, as someone once said, ‘a canny old goat’.



“So what do you do for a living, Henry?”



“I’m what you might call an ‘explorer’”



He gave a little laugh and winked at me.



“Huh?”



“Let’s just say I find things that people pay me a lot of money to find”



“Like what?”



The old man leant a little closer, making sure that no-one was within earshot.



“Treasure…artifacts…women”



“What do you mean by that?” I whispered.



“Have you ever heard of Adam and Eve?”



I nodded.



“Well I’ve found some evidence that there might be an island near Africa which has women that are her identical clones. Imagine it. The most perfect women on Earth!”



We both grinned at the prospect.



“One of my clients is paying me a hell of a lot of money to see if it’s true. And I’ve got a little piece of evidence that might suggest that it does…”



He unfolded one of his wrinkled palms and put an old piece of parchment on the bar.



“What is it?”



“A map from the late middle ages. Its written in Latin but it shows the world as it was known then, just the Mediterranean, parts of Africa and this”



He pointed to a small island in the centre of the continent.



“But that’s impossible”



No-one had ever traveled that far in those days. I should know, I’m a History student.



I had to go. A small voice was urging me to discover the unknown. That of Pornocopia.



II.



After my shift was done, I headed back to the Camden squat where I lived with Ravi, a mystic and a couple of South Africans, Ollie and his girlfriend, Neale. The two South Africans were sitting on a couple of beanbags in the corner of the lounge, tripped out on drugs. Ravi was sitting cross legged on his small rug in the center of the room, meditating as usual.



He slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.



“Ravi! Are you here?” I said



No answer.



I tapped his shoulder.



“Ravi”



Again, no answer.



“RAVI”



He leapt up, somewhat startled.



“Oh its you, Nameless. You frightened me”



“Sorry about that. Can I ask you something?”



“Go ahead”



I sat down next to him and told him about Henry.



“What do you know about a place called Pornocopia?”



He stroked his bushy black beard and looked into space for a couple of minutes.



“I’ve heard of it but only briefly. My teacher once told me how it was created when I was a young man”



I looked at him intently.



“You see, there is another story of creation. Shortly after Adam and Eve were created, they had three children; two girls and a boy. God did not approve of this act and banished the children to an island far away from the Garden of Eden. But what he did not know was that these children had some genes from the Devil, for it was he that had made Eve pregnant…”



“Interesting story, Ravi”



“I pray that no-one ever finds this island, for the women there will be literally, daughters of Hell”



III.



A couple of weeks later, I decided to join Henry on his quest to find Pornocopia. We would all meet at Cairo, where we would head down the Nile on the Egyptian Queen. Joining us was Dr Karen Simmons, an anthropologist at London University and Henry’s team of scientists and ex-soldiers.



I decided to start a journal to record the journey’s events.



Day three



We have been traveling down the Nile for three days now, stopping only for supplies and the occasional historical trip. The heat is sweltering and it makes me wish that I was back home in Edinburgh.



…It’s late at night and I’m on the main deck. It’s a clear night and the moon is out. I can see so much of the night sky out here, all the constellations and galaxies. It’s truly a wondrous sight to behold. Karen is watching me from her cabin near where I’m standing. She’s playfully flicking her blonde curls and unbuttoning her blouse…



…We passionately kiss under the moonlight. I close the cabin door gently and in frenzy, we both rip off our clothes. Karen is magnificent naked. Tall with a tanned, lithe body; she is the ultimate blend of beauty and brains. Her breasts, whilst not the biggest, are large enough to provide ample amounts of satisfaction.



Sitting next to her on the bed, I cup each breast in my hands and start to slowly lick the edges of her erect nipples.



“Don’t…stop” she groans.



I quickly move on to sucking them in my mouth, my tongue going back and forth with every stroke.



“That…was…wonderful”



She leans forward a little as I crouch in front of her, my erect cock only a few inches from her face.



“And now it’s my turn” she says with a smile.



Karen sucks it whole and her head slowly starts to go back and forth. I can feel her soft hands rubbing my heavy balls.



If only every day could be like this



“Mmm” she sighs.



I can feel the end of my cock swelling with every suck. After a few minutes, it can’t take any more and I let out a yelp.



“I’m…ccumming” I stammer and it quivers, shooting out a rich lather of cum in her mouth.



After another long kiss, she leans back on the bed and I spread her long legs open. Her pussy is shaved and there is a small trickle of sweat slowly running down her pink lips. I spread them open and start to rub her clit, and then I place another inside her pussy and start to move it back and forth. Karen’s groaning in ecstasy as I do these two things together, my fingers working like a team. Her juices start to run down, coating my fingers in what looks like dew.



Karen’s groaning loudly at this point. Her face is flushed with pleasure and I can feel her pussy quivering with every stroke.



“Uhhhh” she moans loudly.



Her pussy trembles and she comes loudly, covering my finger inside of her with her cum.



…She plays with my cock for a while, making sure it’s nice and hard. It sticks up like a large banana. I climb onto top of her and we kiss once more. I thrust it into her and away we go.



“Do you think we’ll find Pornocopia?” she says.



I thrust.



“I don’t know. You’re the scientist here”



I thrust harder.



“Well it could exist. Then again…”



I thrust harder and harder.



“Then again?”



As I thrust my cock deep inside of her, I can feel it slowly starting to quiver.



“It might only be a legend”



“That’s nice but I’m about to…”



I let out a loud groan and pulled out my cock. The end of my cock quivered before shooting out a stream of cum at her chest.



“…cum” I panted.



Day Fifteen



…We have traveled through the Sahara desert for ten days now. Two of our party has died from the heat and exhaustion but we press on. I’m having trouble sleeping. For the last two weeks, I’ve had the same dream. I’m in a hospital looking at my mother in her bed. But she looks different. She’s an old woman and I don’t recognize her. I don’t know what it means but its scary having it every night…



Day Twenty Three



…I don’t know where we are exactly. We entered a jungle a couple of days ago. Bad move. One of our party, an ex-soldier called Richard, was kidnapped on our first night here. We found one of his hands and part of his skull this morning. There are only twelve of us left now. God knows how long we’ll all last out here. Henry seems confident though.



“Only a few more miles, chaps” he says every day.



Yeah fucking right.



Day Forty Two



…To my complete and utter surprise we made it out of the jungle. Unfortunately, there are only six of us left. Three more were kidnapped and the other three died from snake bite wounds.



We carried on trekking and eventually reached a freshwater lagoon. In the distance we could see a small island. It had a billowing volcano in its center which was surrounded by what looked like dense jungle. I thought I saw something like metal glimmering in the sunlight.



Henry got excited at seeing this and jumped up and down crying ‘we’ve found it! We’ve found Pornocopia!’…



Day Forty Four



…We decided to set up camp on the edge of the lake. But, as always, things aren’t going to plan. Supplies are running low and to make matters worse, Henry has contracted yellow fever. None of our electrical equipment is working and time is running out.



Steven, Henry and William are going to stay behind and look after him whilst Dominic, Karen and me decided to swim to the island and get help…



Several hours passed. We finally landed on the white sandy beaches of the island. We were greeted not by any locals but by a curious mix of unusual buildings. There was a large building in front of me which had both ancient columns and a corrugated metal roof. Walking past several shacks, we came to an old graveyard which had the graves of previous explorers. Some had come from the Middle Ages, others from as recently as the 1980′s.



…As Dominic was looking at them, he didn’t seem to notice the group of women looking at him.



“Looking for something?” the first one said.



The three of us walked back only to find that we were surrounded.



“Who is your leader?” she asked.



“I ammm”, I stammered.



She knelt down and kissed my hand.



“I am honored to meet you, my Lord. My name is Anasi and I am the Chief of the tribe of the Evagu”



…The Evagu are a pretty bunch, I tell you. Tall, athletic and with large chests, they certainly are close relatives to Eve. Praise the Lord, heh heh. Facially, they look like the lithe women of Ethiopia but with large, pearl colored eyes …



Tonight, they are having a feast in our honor. The Chief has agreed to give us some supplies to help Henry but I’m not sure how much time he has left. I only hope we can save him…



After a delicious feast, the Chief, Karen and I headed to her room…



…Karen and I are lying on her bed. We are busy sucking the Chiefs large, round breasts. Her nipples are incredibly sensitive and have become hard with only a couple of strokes. She groans gently with pleasure as the two of us suckle on them…



…I’ve never had my cock sucked by two women before. The Chief and Karen lick the head of my cock gently before taking it in turns to suck it. I can feel the Chiefs lips gobble it up hungrily. It feels like she hasn’t had cock in a while. Karen is as gentle as always. My cock starts to swell inside of their mouths and just before I’m about to come, Karen and the Chief stick out their tongues. I groan gently before showering their mouths with my salty cum…



…The two women kiss each other feverishly before eating each others pussies. The Chief’s long fingers gently spreads open her pussy lips before lapping away. Karen starts to rub her dark clit before spreading open her chocolate coloured pussy lips and starts to eat. After a few minutes, the women groan amidst a shower of sweat and cum. They lap up each others cum before kissing once more…



…I’m fucking the Chief. She’s on all fours, ready for my hard cock to fuck her from behind. I spread her meaty ass and stick it inside. Groaning, she smiles and I start to pump away. Karen is in front of her and the Chief is licking her pussy gently.



I start to fuck, her large breasts swaying gently with every thrust. Faster still I go, her tongue licking Karen’s pussy with my every movement. I can hear them both groaning. I fuck faster and faster. My cock is swelling up with cum deep inside her pussy and it won’t be too long before it explodes.



“Uhhhh” I yell and quickly pull it out.



It quivers for a brief second before showering both the Chief’s and Karen’s tits in cum….



Epilogue



Day: Unknown



…It’s been several days since we left the island. Just in time, too, as Henry didn’t have much time. We built a small raft and are drifting in the Ocean…



Will we reach civilisation? I don’t know and I don’t care. For I have tasted true pleasure…

Kit was naked, on his knees and on the bed as he watched Jen lay flat on her stomach beside Anita. His anticipation soared as Jen looked intently into the apex of Anita’s parted legs. She tilted her head and brought her hand up, softly tracing the outline of Anita’s sex. She moved slowly, circling the reddening labia. Kit was astounded by Jen’s intensity. She had never before been with or even imagined being aroused by a woman. Yet she was the one who had had this unshared dream and now was making it real. Not just for him but for her as well.



She softly traced the curve of the two still-rising mounds. She paused and looked up at Kit kneeling next to her, one of his hands first squeezing, and then caressing the firm cheeks of her ass while the other stroked his rigid cock.



She was 31 years old, married to Kit for 4, together with him for 6. Her hair was chin-length and deep brown, like her eyes. At 5 feet 5 inches and 115 pounds she was still every inch the athlete she had always been; a skilled theatrical dancer with a body somewhat similar to a gymnast. Long-muscled, powerful legs. Smallish breasts, yet high and taut. A tapering back merging into ovalesque, tight buttocks over strong, smooth thighs. She had been sexually active since college; never promiscuous but always free and open to her physical desires and pleasures — when she chose to be. After they met, her relationship with Kit had taken her to a new level of intimacy, frequency and intensity. She had become increasingly multi-orgasmic. She trusted Kit absolutely, and knew that he trusted her. She would do anything for him. Especially this.



She returned her gaze to Anita’s pussy, amazed at how drawn she was to a woman and how erotically charged the air seemed. Without thought or hesitation, her tongue darted out to trace the same path her hand had taken, and she felt a deep stirring of primal sexual arousal. As if sensing Jen’s new-found excitement, Anita stirred and sighed deeply; the lips of her pussy were now full and purple with blood. “Come closer and suck me,” whispered Anita. “Tongue me. Take your first taste of what you can do to me.”



Jen inched up on the bed toward her and Kit leaned down closer to watch as his wife probed the fleshy opening with her tongue, tantalizing Anita’s clitoris with her forefinger, provoking it with soft flicks and rubbing it with the same firm, circular motion Kit had watched Jen use on herself so often. He loved to watch her masturbate, sitting in their tufted bedroom chair, her heels perched on the arms, her legs spread wide, her right hand urging her clit while her left guided a dildo in and out of her pussy. Even more, he cherished replaying in his mind the thrusting of his cock deep into her, holding it there, pinning her on the end of his spike, and looking down at the sight of her tight cunt filled with him, milking him, her finger working at her clit with a steady firmness of purpose. He loved to make her cum; he loved to watch her cum, the lift of her pelvis, his hands cupping her firm ass as he heard the musical sounds of her ecstasy, and saw the sweet smile of exhausted satisfaction.



Anita breathed deeply, exhaling a long, cooing tone that broke Kit’s erotic reverie as well as the electric silence of the bedroom. She began to rock her hips, lifting them and her bottom off the bed, her full breasts softly swaying as she moved from side to side, the arcing hump of her pussy increasing as she moved.



She was 27, a natural blonde, a whore with no illusions. She fucked for money, even though she loved it so! Her cunt was catching fire tonight because Jen had called a randomly-picked yellow pages escort service after deciding, once and for all, to give both Kit and herself an early anniversary present. An adventure. An experiment. Jen had asked for a woman who was bi to spend a night with a young couple. She had presented herself at the appointed hour: tall (at about five seven or eight) and curvy, with full breasts and rounded hips. Pretty. Built more for comfort than for speed.



What enhanced her considerable allure was her evident, confident sexuality. Her carriage, her glance, her manner telegraphed her complete ease with sex. Most men who bought her were cynical, assuming her response to the carnal pleasures she indulged them in was purely superficial, but that made the joke all the more enjoyable for her: I fuck for money but I cum for me alone. She had been with several women who were paying customers; mostly older, always partners with a man. She took boyfriends occasionally, more to use them than to cherish. With them she allowed herself to luxuriate in her ability to give pleasure, and thus increase her own. When she saw Jen — and Kit, standing behind her — she felt a rare anticipation for her task. Jen, in turn, seemed excited at the sight of her. Or was it the idea of her? No matter. Tonight, the money could come with joy.



Jen slowly pushed a finger into Anita’s pussy, her tongue licking at the lengthening clit; she pushed another finger in, spreading the yielding hole. She added a third, Anita responding by clenching more tightly in response to the sweet agony coursing down through her cunt to her asshole.



Jen’s mouth pressed harder onto her moist button and Anita pushed back, breathing louder and more deeply. Kit’s blood-red cock, well beyond any possibility of growing bigger or harder, was left to throb and ache, desperate for release. He took his hand away even though — perhaps because — only a stroke or two more might have sent his hot fluid shooting uselessly onto the silky sheets.



Jen turned to him. “Kit, baby, please, finger me between my cheeks. Soft, be soft, do my slit, baby, make me crazy, rub it!”



He is 34 and lean at 170 pounds and 6 feet, 2 inches. Brown hair and eyes, like Jen. Not buff in any sense of the word, but muscular enough to draw his share of looks at their treasured long weekends on Caribbean beaches. Before Jen he was a popular man, swimming his way through the city’s bountiful sea of young women. He was a romantic for sure, falling in and out of love, counting on a few Friends With Benefits to carry him through his brief dry or disinterested spells. He knew he was physically a good lover. His cock (he was often told) was larger and thus more satisfying than most; his stamina was more than merely adequate. But he so loved the act and accoutrements of fucking that, at one time or another, he thought he had found his soul in the clenching, enveloping cunt of nearly every woman he speared.



But he had not, until he found Jen. Now, he still lived in the world and lived in it well, but nothing else mattered to him like Jen.



Kit put the back of his hand against the sheet between Jen’s splayed legs and slid it under her, palm up, until he could feel the taut muscles of her stomach against his fingers. Then he slid his hand back slowly, through the wispy patch of soft, trimmed hair above her pussy, caressing with his index finger Jen’s clitoris, then the soft wet opening of her cunt, stopping only to finger her and to withdraw, then to slide across the small wondrous space between her cunt and her anus, fingering that as well, drawing the finger out and sliding it slowly up to the top of the crack between her cheeks. Back and forth, back and forth, rubbing as she whispered small noises of delight. She began to move with increasing urgency, pressing her face deeper into Anita’s pussy and her own ass harder and harder onto Kit’s hand. “Finger me, baby, stick some in! Stick some fingers in me! God!!” she cried. He moved behind her and quickly pushed three fingers into her, twisting them to challenge the walls of her pulsating cunt.



It was his thumb that put Jen over the moon for the first time of the night, his thumb of all things, rubbing and probing her asshole as he three-fingered her clenching cunt, teasing and thrusting in both openings. Jen’s mind swirled with sensations; the exotic and forbidden sweetness of eating a woman, the discovery of her power to excite Anita with her tongue and her touch, Kit’s hand invading her, hurting her, pleasuring her. Jen, groaning, lifted her ass in the air. Her legs trembled as the muscles in her thighs began to contract and harden. She could feel wave after wave of ecstatic release course through her body, feel it in her pussy and her stomach, in her twitching thighs and deep inside her ass. She writhed with the thunderclaps of ecstasy that wracked her body. Anita, under her, felt all of Jen’s movement; smiling, cooing as Jen came and came again. Kit pushed his finger all the way into her asshole, reached around to grasp one of Jen’s small, firm breasts and, as he heard the familiar cry of her release, watched her cum trickle down her inner thighs.



Anita opened her eyes, staring glassily at the ceiling. She lifted her head from the pillow and looked down between her legs at Jen’s head, still buried in her crotch. “Oh baby,” she said, lifting Jen’s face to her own, bringing their lips together, sliding her undulating tongue into Jen’s eager mouth. Their kiss was long and deep, Jen molding her body to Anita’s, her smaller but firmer breasts pressing into Anita’s fleshier, yielding mounds.



Kit withdrew his fingers from Jen. Anita gently pushed her back, turning her so she lay on her back. Kit had never seen Jen look the same after cumming. Not the loving look of release and pleasure after she had cum on the ministrations of his tongue or, better still, the urgent probing of his cock. Instead, she wore a look of satisfaction laced with some new and exciting knowledge. A question had been brilliantly answered.



Anita sat up on her knees. She looked at Kit and took his hand, guiding it to the apex of her slightly spread legs. She pressed it against the whole of swollen her sex, letting him feel the moisture. “She did this to me. She’s an extraordinary girl, your Jen is!”



“Did you cum too?” Kit asked. “You’re soaking!”



“Not yet, but it was wonderful. I stayed out on the edge with her; you’re the one who took her over. So now, we’ll do you.”



She sat back on her heels and lifted her hands to her ample tits. She twisted her already hardened He had a sudden urge to put his cock into the softness between her breasts, to feel her skin against the underside of his cock and see where the sensations led them. But She resisted. Anita obviously had a plan.



She spoke now to Jen: “Rest for a moment, Jen. Gather yourself.” She leaned toward Kit and whispered in his ear, “Move back for a minute. Trust me — you will love this!” She flicked her tongue into his ear — an old-time move, he thought, but it sent a shiver of sexual heat into his cock and balls.



As Kit moved, Anita turned again to Jen. “I love how men are so visual about sex. You too, Jen?”



“Kit is — and so am I.”



“If you’re tired, just say so. You really gave it up!” Anita said, admiration for the intensity of Jen’s orgasm in her tone of voice. “But when you can, I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can, baby — for your man.”



Jen understood immediately. Any fatigue she felt disappeared. How wonderful! Both she and Anita — together — were going to make Kit cum. She knew the sight of her — open, vulnerable, giving — made Kit mad with love and desire. She thought of the way he looked when he watched her reveal herself, stroking his beautiful dick, adoring her.



She raised her legs straight up in the air, pressing them together, allowing Kit and Anita a breathtaking, tantalizing view of her ripe mound, pressed and framed by the firm lines of her full, tapering thighs. She slowly placed a hand under each knee, then opened her legs slowly and deliberately the way only a dancer could — with practiced grace and elegance, until she was fully extended and exposed, spread as wide as a full split. Her face glowed with excitement and anticipation.



Anita bent her head to Jen’s inner thigh and began to lick the little rivulets of cum she found there. Her eyes again met Kit’s: wordlessly he went to Jen’s other thigh, bent and savored her familiar sharp-sweet taste. Her firm flesh hardly yielded to the light pressure of his fingers and tongue. His cock brushed gently against the underside of her thigh, an accidental but maddening tease, making him shudder with delight as he licked his way toward her open, inviting pussy. It was ringed with the moist gloss of her juices, and a small whitish pool of it lay just inside the gateway to her warm depths. Anita reached out to touch Kit’s shoulder. “Mine,” she said, and as she licked the small pool away and cleansed the rim of Jen’s pussy, she placed her hand firmly on Kit’s raging cock.



“Now you” she said with a smile; not a tease but a promise. “Can you hold your legs that way for a while?” she asked of Jen. “I want him to look at you like that while I suck his cock.”



“I know you do” said Jen. “Look at me, Kit — look at me.”



Kit felt Anita loosen her grip a bit as she ran her hand smoothly up and down his shaft. She bent and surrounded the head of his cock with her lips, taking small but enticing bites at the tip and underside. “You want to fuck that,” she teased, “but now you’re going to fuck my mouth.” Kit sat back on his heels and threw his head back, trying to slow his breathing. But he knew he would have to cum. He knew the sight of Jen’s inviting, wide open cunt and her full, muscular thighs would take him spilling over the edge. He knew Anita wanted to taste his cum mixed with his wife’s and he knew he would explode into her mouth.



“Fuck her, baby, fuck her mouth,” Jen urged. Goddamit girl, shut up! I am going to die! Kit thought. He felt Anita’s tongue lick at the underside of his dick. Jen, again: “Her mouth is my cunt, Kit! My cunt is her mouth!” Kit gasped as Anita slid her mouth down over his cock, taking in as much as she could. She ran her fingernails lightly along the exposed portion. He watched Jen, overcome by the sight of Kit being sucked by someone else, begin to masturbate, her arms between her outstretched legs, one hand on her clitoris, the other furiously fingering her pussy.



He bent over to grasp Anita’s tits, his excitement growing as he squeezed them, feeling them changing from full on his palms to yielding flesh molded by his fingers. Her nipples were hard as rocks, almost piercing his palms. One of her hands cradled his balls. She squeezed them softly while she moved her mouth up and down on his throbbing dick. He was spellbound by Jen’s spread-eagled legs and wide-open cunt. His cunt!



He felt he could hold himself no longer, but the ecstasy of Jen’s beckoning thighs and pussy had to be prolonged. Then he felt Anita fuck his ass with her finger. He felt the explosion begin, helpless to stop it, surrendering to the frenzy of his orgasm. His ass and balls were tingling as if shocked; the bliss that had started deep within his balls spread into his cock, his thighs and seared his asshole with what seemed like a bolt of lightning and he heard himself yell “ooooohhhh Godammm!!!!” as he shot his first load of blistering cum deep into Anita’s mouth. She took his dick out and sprayed the next blast onto her tongue and face, then engulfed him again, sucking and biting even harder, then pulling him out for yet another hard stream for her face and neck.



His orgasm began to fade but he still spit cum in shorter bursts, feeling the heat as each burst traveled down his cock, gasping with each, squeezing his sphincter to shoot as much and as often as he could until his balls were empty and exhausted. It was only then that he saw Jen’s legs drawn in and violently jerking. He heard her guttural uunnhhhhhhhhhh! as she came yet again. He started toward her to kiss her but Anita held his dick, put it to her lips and licked at the dripping cum. She moved to an exhausted Jen, inserting her tongue deep into her mouth, swabbing her tongue with Kit’s juices. “Taste” she said. “Delicious!”



Now, lying on her back, Jen extended her arms to Anita, inviting her in. She nuzzled Anita’s neck, sucking at the cum she found there, still as warm as the inner chambers of her lover’s balls. Kit fell forward, almost collapsing next to Jen, and as he sighed, Jen turned and sat up, her lips over his still hard cock. She bent to it and licked what Anita had left with her tongue, lapping up and swallowing the thick, warm cum. She lay back when she was done.



They were exhausted.



Only Anita had not yet cum. Jen and Kit were not yet done. And the long night beckoned.



They had time, and they still had exquisite, unfinished business.

I hope you enjoy Chapter 06 of A Titillating Tale



As always comments are welcome. MKvDeepSea




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When I called her on the Sunday after the party, Billie and I agreed to wait until I arrived home before she regaled me with tales of her busy little tail. She apparently had been a ‘wicked’ little thing and wanted to tell me her tales in person rather than on the phone.



On Friday afternoon, the week after ‘the end of the school year pool party’, I opened the door of our apartment. Billie was standing in the living room; she looked amazing. Her whole body appeared to be glowing with happiness.



Posture nearly perfect, her full, rich hair cascading down her back to her waist. Billie was moving toward me. A smile was on her face and an impish look was in her eyes. The only thing she was wearing was her smile, her preferred style of dress.



As graceful as a ballerina, swift as a gazelle and agile and strong as a monkey, Billie was in my arms. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck and her lips delivering a hot and passionate kiss.



After her kiss we stood there with our foreheads pressed together smiling at each other. My left arm was under her bottom supporting her and my right hand was cupped behind her head.



Speaking softly, I asked her, “Well… have you been a ‘good’ girl since I spoke to you Sunday.”



Billie nuzzled my ear, tracing the tip of her tongue around the outside of it, whispering, “… no… I’ve been… a ‘bad’ girl…”



Snuggling her to me, “One of your fuck buddies?”



A gentle giggle, followed by, “…no… someone new… very different…”



“Oh? Who… and when, sweetheart?”



Still whispering in my ear, “Last night… I had a dinner date with a professor from the language department… afterwards we went back to his place…”



Surprised, I asked, “You… fucked him?”



Giggling, Billie pulled back to look at me, “Yeah… I fucked him… I didn’t plan on it… but… it happened. I felt like I was in a Peter Seller’s movie. Do you want to hear about the professor… or the party?”



“Honey, I’m on leave, we have plenty of time for you to tell me about professors fucking students. I want to hear about the party.”



Billie wiggled her bottom and chirred into my ear, “… why are standing here then…?”



Carrying her into the bedroom I placed this energized bundle of love on the bed. Billie pulled my tee shirt off and stripped me out of my shorts. Wrapping her arms around me she pulled me down on top of her.



Her legs opened and then wrapped around me. I propped myself up on my elbows looking down into her eyes, we didn’t need to say anything; our eyes spoke the words for us. My erection was between us resting on the soft padding of her pubic mound.



The slow, gentle undulation of her hips created an arousing friction. My pre-cum was leaving damp tracks on her pubis. Keeping the intimate contact with this petite siren, I rolled us onto our sides.



Caressing her back with my right hand I reached down and under her sweet derriere. I tickled her wet little cleft. Billie continued rocking her pelvis against my cock. Our kisses were tender; her breasts with their hardened nipples were crushed against my chest.



Billie pulled back and started kissing her way down my body. Her hands busy with my cock and balls. When she reached her goal she sucked me in deep. I attempted to pull her around into a sixty-nine but she pulled away.



Softly she said, “… finger me… please… just finger fuck me…”



I slipped a finger into a buttery little clam, and said with a slight chuckle, “Am I getting sloppy seconds from last night?”



She softly chortled, “Honey… he wasn’t big enough to leave sloppy seconds.” She went back to applying her luscious oral skills to my hard cock.



The skillful use of her mouth and tongue had me close to cumming. I pushed her over onto her back. Billie spread her legs to accept me. As I moved into position she rocked her pelvis up making herself available.



Quickly rubbing my cock up and down her slippery snatch I combined my pre-cum with her wetness. Centering on her tight opening I pressed into her. A small, “Oomph,” escaped her. With her hips pitching up against me, I bottomed out.



I slid my hands up under her arms and captured her hands, pulling them to the top of her head. Bracing myself on my elbows I looked down into her face. She was staring up at me with her big brown eyes. I gave her a soft loving kiss.



Locking her legs over mine she then slid them down my legs. Billie was totally giving herself to me. In return I was totally hers. With gentle pelvic rocks and the tender contractions of her inner muscles we made sweet wet love. I couldn’t get enough of her.



Time seemed to stand still as we moved together. Our combined orgasm was intense. We held onto each other and rode the waves. As we came down we cuddled each other, drinking in each other’s essence, murmuring adulations in each other’s ear.



As I slipped out of her Billie pressed a small towel to her crotch. We snuggled up, nude, warm and whispering our love for each other… I jerked and opened my eyes, “… wh… what…?”



Billie was sitting Indian style watching me, softly she said, “You fell a sleep.” She was sipping a cup of hot herbal tea. She was beautiful.



“How… how long?”



“Not long… just long enough for me to see how tired you are. Should we go to sleep?”



“No… I want to hear your story… I want to hear how… ‘wicked’ you were.”



Finished with her tea she lay down next to me, putting her head on my chest. Her left hand trailed down my belly; she started amusing herself with my cock, flipping it back and forth with her forefinger.



She giggled, “Here lately… I’ve had a number of these… and this is the only one to ever give me total satisfaction.”



With my left hand caressing her back, I asked, “I wonder why?” Even though I knew the answer.



Sliding her head down she flicked her tongue over the head of my flaccid member, and then said, “Love… We make love and I can feel the love… the others…? Just want to fuck… and there’s a big difference between making love and just fucking.”



“You don’t enjoy… just fucking anymore?”



“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I thoroughly enjoy a good fuck… or two, “giggling, “or even three or more… but, I’d rather be making love to you!”



Fondling, kissing and playing with my semi-erect prick, Billie quietly inquired, “Are you sure you want to hear about the ‘end of the school year pool party’… and how fucking ‘wicked’ your wife was? Or do you want to get some sleep and hear about it later?”



“… I would like to hear about it… now… start from the very beginning.”



Burying her nose in my pubic hair, Billie nibbled her way up to the top of my cock. She gave it a loving kiss and kissed her way back up my body ending with a tender kiss on my lips.



“From the beginning… okay… ‘The Party’ was scheduled to start at noon last Saturday. It was for the art, drama and music majors. Leigh and James came by to see if I wanted to ride with them. I told them I’d drive my car in case I decided to leave early.



“I followed them out to the residence where the party was being held. We got there around 2:00 P.M. There was a room designated for changing and leaving personal items. I put my dress over my purse and hung them in a closet.”



“Were you wearing your bikini?” I asked, knowing full well she wasn’t.



“…Huh… nooo… why would I? I had planned on being naked and I was. As a matter of fact, for a while, I was the only one there, naked… It was fun!



“I was on the pool deck when I saw Thomas. He came over and asked me to dance. He took me by my hand and led me to the pool house. It had been re-arranged to serve as a dance floor.”



I could visualize Thomas leading Billie, nude, across the pool deck. She would have been wearing a naughty little smile. Her posture would have been nearly perfect; head held high, chin slightly tucked, shoulders back, breasts high and nipples hard.



With her flat, solid stomach, pubic hair neatly trimmed, her labia shaved and her tight slit just visible, she would have been extremely sexy, very desirable and beautiful.



Billie continued, “The song they were playing was too fast for what we wanted, so we watched and waited. I held Thomas’ hand with both of mine and gently brushed my nipples back and forth against his arm while we stood there.” She giggled.



“Since I was slightly turned in toward him and his hand was already at my crotch… I kinda pressed it to me and slowly… rubbed my mound against his hand. He took the hint and started surreptitiously tickling my slit with his fingers. It felt so naughty!”



Her head on my chest, I was stroking her hair while she stroked me. I asked, “Do you think anyone was watching…?”



After a soft giggle, Billie said, “I was being discreet… but… yeah, several people could tell what we were doing… it made it even… naughtier.”



Billie kissed my chest and then slid down taking me in her mouth. The story the little nymph was telling had me fully erect. She would bob her head taking me in deep and then pop back up, she let my cock fall out of her mouth, but she continued stroking me.



As she fondled me, she resumed her story, “We danced to a slow dance, and it was extremely erotic, sensual and very sexual to dance in a crowded room wearing nothing but my wedding band. Thomas had taken his shirt off and was wearing only swim trunks.



“His chest was brushing my breasts and I could feel his hard on pressed against my… my pussy mound. It was an extreme turn on and, oh… by then, I was ready to be fucked. Thomas caressed my sides, back and my bottom so slowly and gently.”



Gently interrupting, I asked, “Didn’t he do something similar to you at the beach house party?”



Laughing, “No. That was Steve…” She took me back into her mouth.



After a few minutes of her oral delight, Billie pulled back, looked at me and swung her hips over mine. She ran my cock up and down her very slippery puss, when she had me where she wanted me; she let her weight down. As I entered her she let out a soft moan.



I pulled her down on me. As I surged up in her, I asked, “What happened next?”



Inner muscles milking me, Billie moaned, “He… he continued playing with my bottom and… and then he ran his hand around my hips and he… cupped me… he cupped my pussy. I was really wet… so he slid a finger in me…”



Whispering in her ear, “Was anyone watching him finger fuck you…?”



“Ye… yes. Several people stopped dancing… and… and watched. I kissed him then… and he stroked my breasts… he pinched my nipples. Another guy wanted… wanted to cut in… to dance with the ‘naked chick’… but Thomas told him no.”



Billie sat up, she placed both hands on my chest, “Honey,” she said, “can we go slower? I’ll never finish this tale if you keep doing what you’re doing.”



Pulling her in for a kiss, I asked, “What… am I doing?’



She nuzzled me, “You’re making soft sweet love to me… it’s difficult to tell you about who I was fucking while you’re making love to me. Just hold me like this… with you up inside… please?”



“Okay sweetheart. After Thomas told the guy he couldn’t cut in… what happened?” I surged upward again.



“Oh… stop it…! …Okay… after the song was over I told Thomas to take me somewhere and fuck me. I was ready to do him on the dance floor. He led me to a bedroom; as soon as we were inside I stripped off his swimming trunks. I wanted him right then.



“After I got his swim trunks off I… I took him in my mouth. He had plenty of pre-cum… so… I used my tongue to swirl it around his cock. Then I laid on the bed and pulled him down on me… I… honey… I wanted it so bad! I… I needed it! I was so fucking horny!”



Stroking her hair, I asked her, “Sweetie… hadn’t you just finish your period?”



A very soft, “… yes…” was all she said.



“You’re always horny after your periods. It’s what happened to you at the beach house party, too, wasn’t it?”



Another very soft “… yes… I get so horny after my periods… I really crave cock then!”



“Did Thomas do you right?”



Billie nodded and continued, “I opened my legs and took him by his cock and guided him into my puss. It was fast, hard and deep… not the way I usually like it, but it felt right, right then. After he came I clamped down on him to keep him in… I wanted more…



“Honey… I… I wanted… I would’ve done a gang bang right then… I just wanted more cock! Thomas… thankfully… held me for a little while. Then he pulled out and said he had to go find Leigh and James. I’d forgotten they were all supposed to… do her.”



Taking her by the hips I pulled her down hard, grinding my pelvis up into hers. Billie bucked. I held her and whispered to her, “You have no idea how much I love you.”



With her hands still on my chest, she pushed herself up and looked down at me, she kissed me, “You have no idea how much I love you or how much I missed you at the party. I… I kept fantasizing you were with me and taking part in my… in my debauchery.”



Laughing, I said, “I wish I could’ve been there. But sweetie, you’ve been ‘debauched’ for a while.” Laughing, she rested her head on my shoulder. I told her, “Go on, sweetheart. I know you fucked more guys than Thomas.”



She was still chuckling as she continued, “I laid there for a while longer, savoring having just been fucked and wanting more. I knew I could find someone, so I got up and went out into the hall. Steve was there looking for me. Thomas had told him where I was.



“He took me by my hand and once again I was being led somewhere. We went to the pool and jumped in. Steve held me from behind, playing with my tits as I cleaned Thomas’… rather copious… huh… deposit out of me.



“We played grab ass for a while, splashing each other and groping each other.” Laughing, Billie said, ” I attempted to suck his cock underwater but got tickled and started giggling; I couldn’t get any air through his ‘flesh snorkel’, no matter how much I sucked on it!



“When I came up, he pulled me back against his chest, reached around with both hands and… cupped my pussy… I love it when a guy does that!” Billie laid her head on my chest, ” He then started to finger fuck me. I really, really needed to be fucked again.



“Since I was already slick and… open, from Thomas, I was more than ready for my second cock of the evening. Steve pulled me to the shallow end of the pool. He sat on the steps with his cock sticking up and I straddled him.



“He worked his cock into my puss. I put my head back as he entered me and I saw we had a little group watching us; it made it even more exciting… Honey… Steve fucked me the way I like it… deep and very slow.”



Billie’s hips were working on me again, “When he came, it felt huge! Once he calmed down he pulled out and just held me on his lap. We didn’t say anything; it felt good to be held. He then told me he had to go and find James and Leigh.”



With her hands clasping the top of my head, Billie bucked and bucked as a small orgasm washed over her. Laughing, I whispered in her ear, “I thought you said those guys have never given you an orgasm.”



Still wiggling from her orgasm, she moaned, “It’s your cock in me right now… not theirs.”



Holding my little sex kitten was a reward in its self. Her body pressed to mine, her breasts flattened against my chest, her fantastic bottom still squirming from her orgasm and the love I could feel from her. Billie fills me with light, warmth and happiness.



Having recovered from her little ‘little death’ this minx pulled off me and lay on her side. Still relaxed from the after affects Billie was pliable as I spooned her and re-positioned us. I slipped my pride and joy back in her, I told her, “Go on, tell it all.”



Smiling, Billie proceeded with her tale, ” I cleaned up from Steve and climbed out of the pool and sat on one of the poolside sofas. Two guys who had watched us came over and sat on either side of me. I looked at them and asked them if I had met them before.”



Billie blushed a little, “Honey…they looked… familiar. When they smiled and told me they had… I knew… not only had I met them… I’d fucked them! It was at… at the beach house party… I’d done both of them…”



She may have been a little embarrassed, but telling me she had remembered fucking these two guys had also turned her on… she was pushing her little tail back harder. I gathered her into me even tighter. She was a balled up, tight bundle of sex.



“Okay,” I said, “we know you… fucked… more than the four guys you’d originally thought… so what? It’s now possibly six you did at the beach house party… does it matter?”



“No… not really… but… I did all, or most of them… more than once…”



Holding her tighter, I murmured in her ear, “Had you decided to fuck them again?”



Very, very softly, barely audible, she answered with a simple, “…yes…”



My right arm was under and up across her breasts. My left arm was across her abdomen tenderly pulling her back in rhythm with my slow pulses.



“Both of them were… looking at me. I… relaxed and let them play with my tits. They were… hard… both had hard ons. It was… delightful having two guys caressing me… they started taking turns kissing me… I… I liked being kissed by two guys…



“I… I reached over and started… stroking them… they started taking turns, fingering me. I opened my legs to let them know I… I was receptive and… I wanted them. It felt utterly depraved having two guys working on me… while other people watched.”



Billie’s story was really getting to her; her tight sheath was contracting around me, milking me, as she worked her rear end against me. I pushed myself up so I could look into her face. Her eyes were closed; she had a light sheen of perspiration covering her.



She was lost in her sexual lust, her arousal. Billie was floating in a sea of sexual desire. Wanting more… just like she had at the beach house party or this last party… she was available, receptive. If there were other guys here, in the apartment, at this moment, she would have taken them on, too.



I traced her lips with the thumb of my right hand; she sucked it into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue as if it was a small dick. Her right hand was gently pinching her nipples; her left hand was on my hip pulling me in time with her slow butt thrusts.



A flush crept up her neck, her nostrils flared, heat was building up in her pussy; a slight tremor ran thorough her, followed by a series of jerks. Her back arched pushing her bottom against me. Burying her chin into her chest she thrashed her hips harder.



Gasping, she let out a muffled cry, “… Oooh… shit! Wh… what…? … You… only you… could make me… cum! …Why… couldn’t you have been there with me?”



“Shhh… shh… baby… its okay… shhh… I’m here now.” I hugged her tighter. She wiggled in my embrace.



I whispered softly in her ear, “Are you okay?” she nodded her head. “Do you want to continue…?”



In a soft voice, “…yes… I… I like telling… you… about this… while you make love to me and… hold me.”



“We don’t have to do this right now or at all sweetheart.”



“I want to… I just miss you so much when you’re gone. I want us to have these adventures together… But, honey, I’m so turned on… please, let me finish…”



So she continued, “Two guys were… fingering fucking me… and… I was working their cocks with my… my hands… I… I had my eyes closed; I felt someone push my legs open further… I raised my knees and placed… placed my feet on… on the cushions…



“Whoever it was kissed… kissed my pussy and then started… started gently nibbling me. I knew it wasn’t either one of the other two guys… I… I still had their cocks in my hand… He… he kissed my mound and… licked the tendons on both sides of my pussy.

Here you go, the latest and last so far. I’m still working on it so there will be more, just not sure when I will be able to post it. Please bear with me. I’m going through a rough time in my life right now and though writing helps me get through, it doesn’t work like it used to. I will try to be vigilant and diligent at getting more chapters out to you. Patience young (and old) readers!



As usual, you get the idea….








Chapter Twenty – Old meets New



“Oh God!” She said as she buried her face back into my chest. Her arms gripped me tighter, almost to the point of cutting off my air. I smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head.



“We’re almost there.” I said. When we were over Pennsylvania, I contacted Mandy.



“Baby, can you hear me?” I asked. She responded weakly.



“I’m here my love. Where are you?” She asked. I sensed danger.



“I’m almost there. What’s going on?” I asked.



“Teresa. She got into the room. Lisa is hurt bad. I’m having trouble breathing.” She said. My anger rose a thousand times what it was earlier.



“I’ll be there in ten seconds.” I said. I wrapped my arms around Anna.



“I’m sorry baby, but I gotta go faster.” I said. She didn’t say anything, just gripped me tighter and tapped me on the butt. In an instant, we were moving at almost three thousand miles an hour. In the blink of an eye, I was dropping gently to the private terrace outside my office. When we touched down, Anna pulled her face from my chest.



“That was so intense!” She said as she unwrapped herself from my body.



“Stay here. I’ll call you when it’s okay to come up.” I said. She nodded and sat on the chaise lounger that I sat in often.



I went into my office, it looked like a tornado went through it. I closed my eyes and searched the house. Teresa was down in the dungeon with Deanna. She was beating her with a riding crop. Deanna would be fine. I needed to see Mandy.



In the blink of an eye, I was standing in my room, looking at the carnage that started and ended with Teresa. I went to Lisa first. She was badly injured but she would be okay. I found Mandy lying on the floor on the other side of the bed, barely breathing. I knelt down and kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes.



“Hi baby!” She said weakly. I smiled and then a tear escaped my eyes.



“I’ll kill her.” I said as I picked Mandy up gently and lay her on the bed.



“No. Just get us out of here.” She said. I kissed her again and went to Lisa. I picked her up gently and lay her next to Mandy. I searched the rest of the house. Andie, Sophia and Deanna all were in the Dungeon. Instead of just appearing, I walked down the stairs and down into the basement where I could hear Teresa whipping Deanna.



I stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched as Teresa brought the riding crop down across Deanna’s breasts. I winced for her, she was unconscious. Teresa was beating an unconscious woman. She didn’t even know I was there until I lit my spark. It looked like a flash bulb going off in the dimly lit room. Teresa turned and saw me standing there, my face contorted in anger.



“YOU!” She screamed as she charged after me. I swept my hand to the side and instantly, she was thrown against the wall. She fell to the floor, dazed from the impact. I went to Deanna.



“Deanna baby, wake up.” I said gently to her. She stirred, but couldn’t look up. I went to Andie, she had criss-cross marks across her back and front. Her lip was busted open and blood oozed from a cut above her eye. I unshackled her and lay her on the floor gently.



I moved to Sophia. She too was unconscious. Teresa had taken what I told her about Sophia and used it against her. I pulled the sex toys out of her ass and her pussy, dropping them to the floor. I removed the clit clamp and the nipple clamps as well as the dog collar and unchained her too. She was breathing, but not well.



I went to Teresa and picked her up by her hair.



“You could have had everything you’re heart desired. Except my power. And everything I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me?” I said. She looked at me.



“If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have that power! You owe me!” She said. I smiled.



You’re right. I do owe you. And I’m going to repay you in kind for what you have done here. I’m gonna strip you of you’re power. So yeah, thanks to you, I have all this power. And I’m taking yours away.” I said. She looked into my eyes and before she could say anything, My eyes lit bright. She stared into them, helping to complete the task.



Five seconds later, I dumped her to the floor, a normal. She looked at me, her eyes begging forgiveness. I looked down at her, kicking her hands away from my legs.



“There is no forgiveness for what you have done. Now, you can rely on your faith in God that he will forgive you, because I wont.” I said. I went to Andie and with a touch, we were upstairs in my room. I placed her on the bed next to Lisa. And was gone again quickly. In the basement, Teresa sobbed as I grabbed Andie and Deanna. With my five girls all in one room, I closed and locked the door, putting a spell on it so no one could enter. I flashed down to Anna. I startled her.



“I need you upstairs with me.” I said. She took my hand and in a blink, we were standing in the luxurious room with five severely beaten women laying on the bed. Anna’s face became a mask of shock and horror.



“Jesus! Who would do such a thing?” She asked. I didn’t say anything just started arranging them for travel. “Can you move us all?” She asked. I stopped and looked at her, tears streaming down my cheeks.



“I have to.” I said. Anna felt my pain and understood immediately.



I started to chant in Celtic and with a flash of light, I transported us all at once back to my hotel room. My bed was the only one large enough for all the women, so that’s where I put them. Sam and Michelle looked at me as I walked out of the room.



“Tom?” Sam asked. She came into the bedroom when she heard me place my five women on the bed. She looked at them and a horrified look came over her.



“What the hell happened to them?” She asked. I looked at her. It was probably the first time I let anyone ever see me cry. I went to the nightstand and pulled out a complimentary notepad. I jotted a few things down, ripped it off and handed it to Sam.



“Can you get these things for me tonight?” I asked her. She read over the list of items.



“Yes. There’s a pharmacy right next door. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.” She said and was running out the door. Anna looked at me.



“What do I do?” She asked. I looked at her.



“Nothing yet. Michelle!” I yelled. She came in and saw what Sam saw. A tear escaped her, sliding down her cheek.



“Yes?” She said in her mousy voice.



“I need those beds now!” I said. I looked at her, she saw the urgency in my voice.



“I’ll have them brought up with linens and pillows.” She said and went to the phone. I could hear her barking orders.



“I need five beds, not cots, beds. I need them brought up to suite two and I need it done yesterday!” She said. There was something being said on the other end of the phone. “I don’t give a shit what the policy is! I want the beds up here and I want them up here now! It is for one of our most important VIP’s!” She said. More from the other side of the phone. “Personally, I don’t give a fuck! If he takes his business somewhere else, then I’m gone too! I bring more money into this casino than any fifty employees combined! Get me my fucking beds and get them to me now!” She said and hung up the phone. She came back into the room, her voice going back to the mousy one I liked so much.



“They are on their way Tom.” She said. I went to her and hugged her tightly.



“Thank you Michelle!” I said and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She smiled up at me. I turned to Anna. “I need warm washcloths and soap. Anything antibacterial and towels.” She was moving before I said towels. I looked at Michelle. “We need to get them undressed and their clothes put into a bag. When the beds get here, I need them placed in the form of a star in the living room.” I said. She nodded. Seconds later, there was a knock at the door. I answered it and the five beds were pushed into the room with new linens sitting atop of them.



Michelle pulled them in and put them in the position I asked for. One by one, I brought them in and placed them on the bed. Michelle started stripping them as gently as she could. Anna set to cleaning them, wiping the dried blood out of cuts so I could tend to them when Sam got back.



By the time I had all the girls placed in the beds, Sam was barreling through the door with two plastic bags full of stuff.



“I got everything on the list plus a big first aid kit.” She said as she ripped the bags open. I went to the table and started organizing things. With everything organized, I set each one of them on a task. Then I surveyed the damage. Lisa, Sophia and Deanna were near death. Andie, because of her relationship with Teresa was spared the brunt of the beatings. Mandy was quickly approaching her last breath as well. All of them suffered broken bones in one place or another. Lisa had multiple broken bones, ribs, her arm, her cheekbone and her collar bone. When Anna, Sam and Michelle were done with their tasks, I kissed each one on the forehead and asked them to stand out of the way.



“Anna, please pull all the curtains closed. Sam, put a towel at the bottom of the door. Michelle, get me all the candles in this room, in the hotel if you have too. I need at least a hundred.” I said. She flew out of the room and to the storage closet at the end of the hall. She put every candle in there on a cart and pushed it back at running speed. “Start lighting them. Once they are all lit, turn out all the lights.” I said. It was taking so long to light the candles. “Back away, just back away!” I said. I closed my eyes and instantly, every candle was lit. The three women stepped back, fear starting to fill them.



I stood locked and still in the middle of the five beds. Each of my girls heads were towards me and their feet pointing away. I got to my knees and started chanting in Celtic. The room became eerily silent as I started a low chant, saying the words that had been ingrained in me in the first ceremony I went through. The second imbedded them into my memory, including each and every ceremony or event and how and in which manner they were used. The one I was doing now was a healing chant. The candles were primarily for atmosphere alone, but with the fire, helped in the healing process.



It took five hours of chanting and sweating and many more candles to complete the whole ceremony. When I was done, I collapsed on the floor. Anna, Sam and Michelle stayed up the whole time, watching over the girls as their cuts and bruises healed miraculously. The injuries inside is why it took so long. Only when I was sure they were completely healed, was I able to stop.



Anna and Sam, helped me into the master bedroom where they drew the curtains closed. Michelle was told to lay with me while they watched over the five healed women. I slept soundly and dreamed only of my five girls and my three new ones.



Fifteen hours had past. It was now almost eleven at night. I awoke to find all eight of my girls sitting on the bed, looking at me. When I opened my eyes, seeing them all alive and well, I cried. Mandy sat to my right and was the first one I saw.



“I’m sorry baby! I should have never left you, left any of you!” I said as my tears of happiness poured down my face. Mandy laid down next to me and held my head to her chest, kissing the top of my head.



“It’s okay my love. We’re all here. We’re all with you now. It’s going to be okay.” She said, her words comforting and soothing. Too soothing. I passed out again. This time, I slept until nine in the morning. When I woke, Mandy lay to one side of me, naked under the covers and Anna lay to the other side, also naked. Then I realized I was naked as well. I didn’t want to disturb them so I just sat up in the bed. I called for Michelle.



She came into the room and spoke to me telepathically.



“Yes love?” She said. I smiled at her.



“Thank you. I love you.” I said. She smiled and blushed.



“I love you too. Can I get you something?” She asked.



“Is everyone else awake?” I asked her.



“Everyone but the three of you.” She said.



“I’m hungry baby. Can you get something to eat up here for me?” I asked. She smiled.



“Anything in particular?” She asked. I smiled back and thought for a moment.



“Just order three of everything on the breakfast menu. Orange juice and coffee and some donuts.” I said. She looked at me and smiled.



“Wow! You must really be hungry!” She said before turning away. I stopped her.



“Michelle, I love you and I want you to know that you are just as special to me as the rest of them. You and I have a special bond. You, Andie, Sophia and I. We are all telepaths. Mandy, Lisa, Sam and Anna aren’t. But I love you all the same and I appreciate everything you do. I want you to know that.” I said. To my own ears, I sounded like an idiot. To Michelle’s ears, it was love, pure and simple.



“I love you too Tom.” She said and left the room, still blushing.



I laid there in the bed, thinking about what had happened and how I could have avoided it. It didn’t matter, it was already done and they were all healed and safe with me now. Mandy stirred next to me. I brushed the hair from her face. She rolled over and hugged my waist.



“Hello Darling.” I said to her. She looked up at me through sleepy eyes.



“Hi baby!” She said. I smiled down at her. She hugged me close, not realizing that her face and arm were barely six inches from my cock, who was happy to see her too.



“How do you feel?” I asked her. She looked back up at me and smiled.



“Like a new woman. What did you do?” She asked as she slowly slid up, baring her beautiful breasts in the process. My cock was awake now.



“Anything I could.” I said as I looked into her eyes. She could see my pain.



“I’m alive thanks to you. You and her.” She said as she looked around me to Anna.



“Yes. Anna. She’s the one that spurred me to get you.” I said. Mandy looked at me.



“You mean, you didn’t do it alone?” She asked. Mock hurt in her eyes. She and Anna had already talked. All of them had.



“Mandy…” I started. She cut me off by placing her lips over mine, giving me the kiss I desperately wanted. I had been only gone a couple days, but felt like a lifetime. Both our needs were so great we didn’t care where we were. I slid down the bed, Mandy slid over on top of me. Our lips were going a mile a minute on each others, as if the passion was suddenly turned on



We had waken Anna during our kiss. She waited for one of us to come up for air before she said anything.



“So, is this a private party or can anyone join in?” She said with a smile. I looked at her and instantly I felt like a heel, it must have shown on my face. “It’s okay baby! If not, I’ll just lay here and watch the show!” She said. Mandy reached out and grasped Anna by the back of her head and pulled Anna to me.



Anna’s mouth covered mine and like with Mandy, a flood gate was opened. Our tongues were frantic, searching each others mouths for something. I felt Mandy slide her hand down my body and underneath Anna’s as she grasped my cock. I moaned into Anna’s mouth as we kissed. Mandy didn’t need to stroke me at all, I was already hard and wanting them both, wanting them all. When Anna pulled away, I looked from her to Mandy and back. Fuck! How was I gonna satisfy all of them? How was I gonna be able to be with them all and not one of them get jealous of another, be jealous of all of them?



“I love you, I love you both. Fuck, I love all of you! I’m so screwed!” I said as I looked at them both. They laughed and smiled. Mandy didn’t stop her hand from massaging my cock and with each squeeze, I needed her, needed Anna, needed them all.



“Don’t worry about that baby. We all had a nice long chat while you were sleeping. Who ever gets to be with you, get to be with you. We all know and understand who you are and what you’ve done for each of us and we’re all just so happy that you’re in our lives, we don’t care how long it takes to be with you.” Mandy said as she lifted my cock and slid her ass back, pushing my cock inside her tight wet pussy.



“Fuck I missed you!” I said as she sat completely down, driving the full length of my cock up inside her needy pussy. Mandy closed her eyes and shuddered as the base of my cock stretched her wide, filling her completely.



“I’ve missed you so much too baby! I’m so sorry for the way things went the day you left.” She said as she opened her eyes, showing me her passion in them as she looked down at me.



“I wont leave you again. I promise.” I said as I slid my hands up her thighs to her waist and farther up to her tits. She moaned as my hands encircled them, grasping them, molding them.



“Oh that feels so good!” She said, her own hands covering mine, holding mine in place.



Mandy’s thighs flexed, pushing her up off my cock and then relaxed, letting her fall back down. Her mouth opened, forming the perfect O that I love seeing on her face. She shuddered again as she reached bottom, her ass setting on my thighs. Anna watched with a need of her own. For her, it was like watching a live action porno, only it wasn’t just sex, it was love, total love. She slid her hands over onto my chest and to my face, turning my head. I looked into her eyes and she smiled.



“I’m gonna go out into the living room and check on everyone.” She said.



“They’re already up. Room service has been ordered.” I said as I moved my head to kiss her. She placed her left hand on my face and lovingly stroked my cheek as we kissed. I moaned into her mouth. “Don’t go.” I said as she pulled away. She smiled lovingly at me



“It’s okay. You and Mandy got some catching up to do. I’ll have you later. I’ll let you know when breakfast is here.” She said as she slid out of bed. She grabbed one of my t-shirts and pulled it over her stunningly beautiful body. Mandy and I watched her do this and just couldn’t speak as she pulled it down over her perfect tits. Anna came to the bed and gave me a kiss. She smiled and then leaned over and gave Mandy a kiss. Mandy moaned into Anna’s mouth as the sight was so erotic for me, my cock lurched inside Mandy’s pussy. When Anna pulled away, she wiped a bit of saliva from the corner of her mouth and smiled.



“I’ll be in the living room. Have fun!” She said and turned. The shirt barely covered her ass, the bottoms of her ass cheeks peeked from below the shirt. I smiled up to Mandy as she turned back to me.



“Damn she’s sexy as hell!” She said when Anna closed the door. I smiled.



“Not as sexy as you are.” I said. Mandy bent down, her heavy tits dangling over my chest as she pressed her lips to mine, smashing those fabulous tits into my chest.



I reached down and grabbed Mandy’s ass, squeezing her ass cheeks, lifting her up and pushing her down on my cock, she got the idea and started humping me with lusty gusto. We kissed as her ass bounced up and down on my cock. My hands massaged her sexy tight cheeks, spurring her to go faster and harder. I wanted her to cum all over my cock before I flooded her pussy with my hot white jizz.



Her need to cum wasn’t as great as mine was. She was taking her time, loving the feeling of having my cock back inside her. I couldn’t blame her, her pussy was tight and felt great on my cock, bit I’ve had pussy since I had her. It seemed cold to think that way, but the truth was the truth.



Mandy lifted up off of me, surprising me. She smiled at me as she bent over, putting her ass up in the air.



“You know what I want baby. Give it to me nice and hard!” Mandy said as she shook her ass at me. I smiled and got up on my knees behind her. I grasped her ass in my hands, rubbing the soft smooth flesh. I bent down and inhaled her musky odor, driving my excitement higher.

“God I love you’re ass baby!” I said as I slid my tongue from between my lips and licked her ass. She moaned and bent over further, arching her back to give me total access to her tight little dirty hole.



“Lick it baby! Get it ready for you’re big hard cock!” She cooed, teasing me with not just her ass but with her sexy dirty talk. I gripped her ass in a way she’s felt before and latched on to her ass, driving my tongue deep inside it. “Oh God I’ve missed that!” She said. I licked all around her asshole, giving her a good rimming before tongue fucking her puckering hole.



When I had her hole good and shiny with my spit, I got back up on my knees and grabbed my cock at the base. I set the head in her slightly open hole and pushed.



“Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! Come on baby, split me open! OH MY FUCKING GOD!” She said, starting light and loving and then ending dirty and slutty as I slammed my cock six inches deep into her tight ass. She lay her head down on the bed and reached back, gripping her ass cheeks in her hands and pulling them wide apart.



I pulled out and slammed back in, pushing the whole ten inside her. When I hit bottom, I grasped her by the hair and pulled her back. With my hands on her tits and my cock slamming into her tight asshole, we grunted in time with each other. Our vocals getting louder and louder as our tryst went on.



Anna came in just as Mandy’s orgasm was peaking. Anna stood by the door after she closed it and watched with a smile on her face. Mandy was kind enough to push through her orgasm to help me to mine. Each time I bounced her forward with a thrust from my hips, she squeezed my dick, milking it with her ass muscles.



With her continuous milking, I was able to quickly reach my own orgasm. I pounded her harder and harder until I couldn’t move anymore, the pressure was just too much.



“FUCK! FUCK YES!” I moaned into her ear as her second orgasm timed with mine peaked and we came together. I shot my load deep inside her ass as our bodies convulsed together. When she stopped shaking from her second massive orgasm she melted into my body, her hands over mine as I held on to her breasts.



“Give it to me baby!” She said as she felt spurt after spurt splash the insides of her tight asshole. I grunted the last of my cum out as my orgasm subsided.



“Damn that was fucking awesome!” I said as I started to relax. Eventually, we fell over onto the bed together, my still hard but shrinking cock still in her butt.



“That was some serious fucking!” Anna said as she came to the bed and sat down next to Mandy. Mandy looked up at her and smiled.



“I so needed that!” She said.



“I should say so! You’re all aglow!” Anna said as she moved a tendril of hair from Mandy’s face. Mandy smiled and moaned at the loving gesture. “Breakfast is here, when ever you’re ready.” She said as she gently slid her hand down Mandy’s side and over her hips. Mandy sighed as Anna’s fingertips lightly danced across her skin, sliding from the outside of her hip inside to her Mandy’s bush.



“Oh! Now that’s nice!” Mandy said as Anna’s fingers brushed against her clit.



“I’d do this all day for you, but there are things that need to be done. Why don’t the two of you jump in the shower real quick and come on out and eat with the rest of us?” Anna said as she looked from Mandy to me. I smiled.



“That’d be nice if I could pull my dick from Mandy’s ass!” I said with a chuckle. Mandy moaned at the sudden feeling of my cock jumping in her ass.



“I’m ready for a shower. I can fuck him later!” Mandy said as she slowly pulled away, letting my cock slowly ease out of her ass. When I was out and laying on my thigh, she looked back at me. “Wanna shower with me?” She asked. I knew what that meant and there was no need to respond, but I did.



“Yeah, I guess. If I have to!” I said, feigning annoyance. She smiled at me and slid out of the bed. Anna grasped my arm gently. I waited until Mandy was in the bathroom with the door closed. I looked at Anna.



“I know how you feel about her, I was just hoping that I’d get some one on one time with you at some point.” She said as she looked into my eyes. I smiled.



“I don’t know about one on one ,but I know there will definitely be two or three on one time. But, I will make sure you and I have some alone time. I promise.” I said as I stroked her cheek with my pussy coated hand. She sniffed and smiled.



“I could get used to that smell!” She said as she licked my finger as it passed her lips. “Oh yeah! I could definitely get used to that!” She said as I pulled them away.



“I’ll talk to Mandy and see about some you, me and her time. Unless you just want her?” I said with a smile. She looked away.



“I wouldn’t mind, but I’m sure there will be plenty of time for that. I’ll take on the two of you anytime!” She said. I bent forward and kissed her passionately, allowing my lips to part for her tongue to slide in.



“Hey! Come on lover boy! The waters nice and warm!” Mandy said as she peaked her head out of the door, catching Anna and I kissing. Anna and I laughed into each others mouths before separating.



“Coming dear!” I said with a giggle. Anna smiled and got off the bed, allowing me to slide to the edge. As I stood, she grasped my cock in her hand and stroked it. She smiled, knelt down and took it in her mouth, knowing it was just in Mandy’s ass. I sighed and grabbed Anna by the side of the head, pulling her onto my cock, wanting to get as much of it in her awesome mouth. When she pulled off me, she looked up and smiled.



“Even her ass tastes good!” She said. I smiled down at her as I released her head from my hands.



“Well then, I’ll have to make sure you’re with us the next time I ass fuck her.” I said. Anna stood with my help.



“Deal! Now, go finish her off and get clean. Breakfast will be cold by the time you get done.” She said as she gave my balls a gentle squeeze and left the room. I went into the bathroom and found Mandy on her knees, waiting for me.



“You know what I want! Give me you’re cock!” She said. I stepped into the shower instantly loving the feeling of the warm water on my skin. I stepped in front of Amanda and gave her my cock. She took it and sucked it in, forcing it to the back of her throat.



I loved the way she gave blowjobs. Nice and sloppy with tons of spit just pouring out of her mouth. She was a dirty sight to behold as I looked down and watched her take my cock into her throat and then pulling off to allow all the saliva to ooze out of her mouth and down onto her perfect titties.



“Make me cum baby! Oh God make me fucking cum!” I said as I watched her suck my hose into her mouth, her eyes on me the whole time. It was such an erotic and deviant sight, my orgasm was building fast. All she had to do was what she already was doing and I was gonna blast the back of her throat with my hot sticky jizz.



Mandy put a little more effort into her oral lashing and pushed my orgasm harder and faster to the brink. She had hold of my nuts, she knew I was about to blow. She pulled her mouth off of my dick and stroked the full length of it, still looking at me.



“Give it to me baby! Give me your spunk! You know I crave it, I need it, I have to have it! Give me what I need! I’m you’re cum junkie, give me my fix baby!” She said, talking to me, making me want to cum more.



“Oh Mandy! Here it comes, I’m cumming!” I said as every muscle in my body tensed and my balls let go. My cum shot up the fat tube inside my cock and leapt out, trying to land on Mandy’s face. She was one step ahead of the game as she felt my cum jetting up my shaft. She leaned in and opened her mouth just an inch away, guaranteed to catch all the cum as it shot from my cock.



She moaned as each spurt went past her lips, landing on her tongue. She noticed immediately that the flavor was different, not as salty. She could turn into my cum junkie for this flavor. It was smooth like icing and almost as sweet. She swallowed instantly, not waiting to gather it on her tongue to swallow it in one big gulp. She desired it, actually felt the need to have it in her mouth and in her belly.



When I finished, all my cum in her mouth and down her throat, she licked her lips and swallowed any remnants before smiled and standing, still holding my now deflating cock.



“That was very tasty!” She said as she tilted her head back for a kiss. I bent my head down and licked her lips before placing mine on hers. She moaned and smiled as I closed in. We kissed while the water beat down on our shoulders, the water cascading down her breasts and my chest When we pulled away, I smiled.



“I missed you so much!” I said. She smiled warmly at me.



“I missed you too. We have some talking to do later.” She said. I knew what she meant and nodded. “Plus, I’m gonna want some more of that cum! Do you know it tastes different?” She asked as she turned and grabbed the loofa and body wash. I smiled.



“Yeah. I don’t know how or why, but Anna said the same thing, it didn’t taste salty like it should.” I said as I took the loofa and washed her back.



“No, it’s sweeter. I like it! A lot!” She said as she smiled back at me over her shoulder. I gave her the loofa and turned to she could do my back.



“Well, Anna likes how you taste and wouldn’t mind getting you under her tongue. Either in a threesome or just the two of you.” I said. I could hear Mandy thinking. She said what she thought, knowing I could read her.



“That would be nice. She’s gorgeous!” Mandy said, feeling a little lesbian tendency rising up in her.



“I’ll see what I can arrange!” I said with a chuckle.



“That’s right pimp daddy, get me some pussy!” She said with a laugh as she turned me and plastered her soapy breasts on my chest. I smiled and pulled her tight.



“I really am sorry I left.” I said, looking down into her eyes.



“It’s okay baby. We’re together now. Lets forget the past and concentrate on the now and the future.” She said with a smile. God I loved her.



We finished in the shower, no more hanky panky so we could eat before the food got cold. When we left the bedroom, dressed and clean, I found all my girls talking and getting along. As I stood at the table, looking at them all, giggling and laughing, talking in little groups and as one big group, I couldn’t be happier with them. I hadn’t yet had the chance to talk to anyone really other than Mandy, so there was a lot to talk about. One on one, I would sit with them and listen to their stories. It was easier to read their minds, but for them, it was a cleansing of the soul to talk about it.



I watched for a moment and decided I needed a moment to myself. I went out to the balcony and watched the city move. I heard Andie call me telepathically.



“Master?” She said before I could feel her walking up behind me.



“Good morning Andie. How do you feel?” I asked her. She smiled as she came up behind me and hugged me. She used her words vocally now.



“I feel wonderful. Thank you!” She said. I turned in her arms.



“No thanks are needed sweetie. I love you and would do anything for you!” I said with a smile. She looked up at me and smiled back.



“I know. There is one thing you could do for me. I shouldn’t ask…” I cut her off.



“You miss Teddy don’t you?” I asked her. She looked up and smiled sheepishly.



“Yes. Yes I do. I’m in love with him! Can you believe that? I love a guy!” She said as her smile widened.



“Yes I can. Teddy is a good man. I’ll find him and bring him to you.” I said with a smile. She laid her head on my chest.



“Thank you Tommy. Thank you so much.” She said as she hugged me tightly.



“You’re welcome sweetie! Anything I can do for you, I will.” I said to her. She let me go and went back to the door. She turned and looked at me.



“You’ll always be my love. But Teddy, he’s different. He’s a normal, no strings.” She said. I understood more than she could say.



“I know Andie. I’m not jealous. I’m happy for you.” I said with a smile. She came to me and hugged me again, giving me a sisterly like kiss on the cheek and then she went back inside. Just as I was about to head back in, Lisa came out. She closed the door behind her and looked at me. I knew this was coming. I could feel the hurt inside her.



“Good morning Lisa. How are you feeling?” I asked her. She looked at me and slowly made her way to me. She didn’t hug me, she just came to the railing and stood next to me. I turned and faced the city as she was.



“I’m fine. Thank you.” She said. She looked me in the eyes and I could see them start to well up.



“Lisa, if I…” I started. She cut me off.



“If you what? If you had been there? You weren’t. If you had known? You should have. We needed you Tom and you weren’t around for us. I almost died. I was practically dead!” She said, her tears falling now. I looked at her and wanted to hold her in my arms.



“Lisa, I have no excuses. There is nothing I can say to help alleviate the pain. I’m sorry and I love you.” I said. Not trying to cop out but it still sounded like that. Like I was brushing off the damage of my inability to take care of my responsibilities.



“No Tom. It’s not that easy. You didn’t hear the things she said. You didn’t feel the kicks and punches. I wasn’t able to move!” She said, her tears streaming down now.



“You’re right. Lisa I can take that all away.” I said to her. She looked at me as if I’d called her a whore.



“NO! These are my scars now! This is what I have to live with. This is what happens when I trusted someone else, I got hurt! No more! I won’t let myself be hurt anymore!” She said. She started for the door and then came back to me, standing in front of me. She looked through her tear soaked eyes and slapped me across the face. “I love you Damnit and that’s what hurts the most!” She said and then went back inside, wiping her tears away before anyone would notice. Mandy came out side to see what I was doing, why I wasn’t in there eating with the rest of them.



“Baby, why aren’t you inside?” She asked as she came to me. She saw the redness on my cheek where Lisa slapped me. “What happened?” She asked.



“Lisa is angry with me. I let this happen to her, to you. I wasn’t there to protect you like I should have been.” I said as I looked down into her eyes.



“Baby, you couldn’t have known!” She said as she looked up at me, her hand rising to sooth my stinging cheek.



“That’s the point Mandy, I should have known! I’m supposed to be this all powerful Telepath and I didn’t see that coming!” I said as I looked into her eyes, my own tearing up.



“No one saw this coming. Teresa had us all fooled. She betrayed you’re trust, you’re love. She is the one to blame, not you.” She said as she looked into my eyes.



“This still shouldn’t have happened. It’s all my fault. I should have taken you with me, taken all of you.” I said.



“Baby, you couldn’t have known! I don’t care what Lisa says, you couldn’t have known. She can be mad at you, hate you, whatever. There are seven other people in there who love and adore you. If Lisa wants to go, let her go. If she wants to stay, fine! But don’t you for one moment think that the rest of us feel any different about you. We love you with all our hearts.” She said as she wrapped her arms around me, looking up into my eyes. I wanted to cry, so badly I wanted to cry. The door slid open and Anna stepped out.



“You guys didn’t get enough?” She said with a hint of amusement. Mandy turned and smiled at her.



“No. Tom’s having a mental and emotional crisis right now. He can’t get it through his thick skull that he isn’t responsible for what happened to us.” She said, filling Anna in. Anna came to me and placed a hand on my shoulder and one on Mandy’s.



“Darling, I know you love these women, and I know you would do anything for them, as you would me. You can’t be everywhere all the time.” She said. I looked at her.



“That just it. I can be anywhere in the blink of an eye. I should have seen this, seen it coming.” I said to her. She smiled up at me.



“Everything is fine now. They are safe here with you, as I am, as Sam and Michelle is. Be happy baby! Be happy you have so many women here than want you, that needs you! What other man can say that?” She said with a sly grin. Mandy looked up at me.



“We all want and need you. Even Lisa. She’s hurt, but she will be okay. And if not, well, we will deal with that when the time comes, as a family.” She said. I looked at her and smiled.



“Some family. One guy and eight women.” I said as I looked at them both.



“Count yourself lucky. Some guys don’t get one woman. Just think of yourself as a big shot. A rich guy with tons of money and we are all your bitches!” Anna said with a smile, showing her Las Vegas attitude. Then it hit me. The money!



“Did she get into the vault?” I asked Mandy.



“I don’t think so. That’s one of the reasons we all got beat. She wanted the code to get to it.” I smiled. The code. Mandy was the code.



“Well, today I will be going back there to retrieve what belongs to us.” I said.



“How will you do that?” She asked. I smiled down at her.



“The same way I brought you out here.” I said. She looked up at me with a confused look on her face. We went back inside and sat down for breakfast.



I leaned into Anna and asked about a place for all of us. She informed me of one out in the desert that was more than large enough but it had a hefty price of three million. I told her that wasn’t a problem to set up a viewing today for two o’clock. She smiled and nodded.



I ate like I hadn’t eaten in a week, practically gorging myself on the fantastic food. I was watched from every angle and though it should have unnerved me, it didn’t. I was almost used to it. Subjects looking up at a king in awe, same thing. But this was different. These eight women were not my subjects. I felt Michelle eyeing me particularly strong. I turned to her. I focused in on her while I ate and spoke to her.



“Yes darling?” I asked. She looked down and smiled.



“I miss you.” She said. I smiled now.



“I know love. Things have changed a little. It wont be so easy to get one on one time with just about any of you.” I said as I sat back and drank my orange juice.



“I guessed. When will be a good time?” She asked. I could hear hope in her voice.



“Today. I have to go back to Jersey for a little while, get some things. But when I come back, you should have me for an hour.” I said. She looked up at me. An hour. Not a lot of time when you’re fucking such a beautiful and sexy woman.



“If that’s all I can get, I’ll be glad to have that.” She said with a smile. She took a little bit of her eggs and toast in silence, staying out of the conversations going on around the table. I looked at each one, making sure I wasn’t noticed doing so as I ate. Everyone of them was healthy and with the exception of Lisa, they were all happy too.



I had finished off my food and thought about going for more but decided against it. I didn’t need a too full belly when I went back to Jersey. It would be tough enough if Teresa was still there.



I sat back and enjoyed some meaningful and meaningless conversation for almost an hour when I decided I needed to get things moving. Michelle had been in and out, still working and taking care of other clients and answering to the boss. Anna had scheduled the viewing of the house in the desert. Exactly what I needed. Someplace where I wouldn’t be bothered by anyone. I leaned over to Sam, who as it seems had also taken time off of work to spend with me and the rest of my little harem slash family.



“Sam, do you think you could get a truck rental on short notice?” I asked her.



“Sure. How long will you need it?” She asked.



“Just for today. I wont even put on more than twenty miles on it.” I said.



“When do you want it?” She asked.



“Can you get it around three? I’d like to have it after we look at the house at two.” I told her.

“Sure, not a problem. How big?” She asked as she started writing things down in the notepad she seemed to keep with her.



“Make it a big one. I’m guessing I’m gonna have a lot to bring back.” I said. She jotted it down and grabbed her cell phone. She reserved one for three.



“All set. They do need a credit card to rent it though.” She said. I smiled and pulled out my Black Card. She looked at it and then back to me. I winked at her.



“Don’t tell anyone I got this. Eight women in this place, they’ll go nuts with it!” I said. She smiled and slid it from my hands and tucked it inside her bra. Safe from everyone but me.



It was approaching eleven in the morning. Michelle had just popped in for the fourth time. I had to pull her aside and talk to her.



“Baby, you can’t keep leaving the casino floor like this. You’re gonna lose you’re job!” I said to her. She smiled up at me.



“I can’t help it! I feel like there’s more that I need to do up here. You know, making sure everyone has everything they need. You’re my most important client and the hotel knows this. So keeping you satisfied is my top priority.” She said with a smile. I reached up and grasped her right breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Oh baby! I need you to touch me so bad!” She said. I smiled and pulled her into the second bedroom while everyone lounged in the living room and in the dining area. Mandy and Anna were watching us and flashed me a knowing grin as I pulled her into the room.



“I want you badly too.” I said as I pushed my pants down to my feet. My cock was standing out proud and erect, pointing at her. She smiled as she got on her knees and took me in her mouth. “Oh fuck that feels so good!” I said as she took me into her throat. Her hand cupped my balls, helping my orgasm to build. As much as I liked her mouth on my cock, it was her other lips I wanted. I pulled her up and pushed her to the bed. When she backed into it, I forcefully turned her around and pulled up her skirt, revealing a naked pussy beneath, “Oh you’re such a dirty girl!” I said as I bent down and licked her puffy lips. I licked her only for a minute, tasting her sex and her flowing pussy juice.



I stood and placed the head of my cock at her cunt. She moaned as soon as she felt my hot dickhead push into her tight snatch. I didn’t touch her after that, I made her do all the work. She pushed her ass back, sliding her excited pussy onto my cock until I was stretching her cunt wide and pushing my cock into her cervix.



“UNGH! Fuck you’re so big!” She said as she pushed until my balls were resting on her pussy and her ass cheeks on my thighs.



“Yeah, but you like my big cock inside you, penetrating you deeply don’t you bitch?” I said. Talking to her like she wanted. She loved the degrading words, loved to be treated like a slut.



“Yes baby! Oh fuck yes!” She said as I flicked my hips forward, giving her a little bump. Now, I had to touch her, I needed to feel my cock hammering in and out of her cunt. I grabbed her hips and pulled back, sliding my cock out and then slamming it back in. “Oh fuck!” She said as I hit rock bottom again. And again, and again. Over and over I pounded my thick cock into her cunt, hitting all her special spots to make her cum. It didn’t take her long, she was so oversexed and under-laid, her orgasm built fast and soon, she was creaming all over my cock. I pulled out and let her take a short breather. She looked back at me.



“Baby, you didn’t cum! I want you to cum for me baby! I want you to fill my mouth with you’re hot spunk!” She said. I smiled and got back up close to her. With her still bent over, I placed the head of my cock at her asshole.



“How about this baby? You want me to fuck you’re bitch ass?” I said as I slapped first the right then the left ass cheek. She moaned back at me.



“Yeah baby! Fuck my slutty ass!” She said, playing the game.



“You asked for it whore!” I said as I placed the head of my cock at her anal opening. I grabbed her by the hips with my right hand while holding my cock in place with my left. I pulled her back until the head popped in and then grabbed her with both hands, forcing her back as I pushed forward.



“FUCK! Damnit baby!” She grunted through clenched teeth. I slid in farther, building up the pressure that only pulling out would relieve.



“You like my big fucking cock in you’re bitch ass don’t you bitch?” I asked as I held it in, six inches deep. She only grunted as I pulled out and slammed it back in, pushing eight inches into her. This was a repeated performance it seems. I’d done this so many times with all my women and countless others. I didn’t even say anything to her I just pulled out and then slammed it back in, pushing until my balls were resting on her cunt lips. She looked back with pain on her face. I slapped her ass.



“Fucking cunt! You like the pain remember?” I asked her. The look of pain was replaced by a look of mixed fear and excitement as I pulled out and slammed back in, ten whole inches filling her completely.



I grabbed her hair and pulled. She groaned as she lifted off the bed. When she was all the way back, I reached around the front and slapped her tits. She moaned more. Again, I slapped her right then her left. Her body started to shake, her orgasm was building quickly with this new stimulation.



“Oh fuck! Hurt me baby!” She moaned, barely audible but I heard it.



I still had her hair in my hand, holding her upright as I slapped first one tit then the other. I could feel her legs in front of me shaking and straining to stand as a huge orgasm was building in her cunt. Her asshole was clenching and releasing now uncontrollably with the rest of her muscles.



“You want to cum baby?” I asked her. She turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes were completely glazed over and her spark was lit bright. Whether she was trying to read me or just showing me her need, I smiled and kissed her roughly, twisting her neck roughly, painfully.



“Please! Let me cum!” She begged. I threw her to the bed and pulled my cock out of her ass. She looked up from the bed, her need totally visible on her face. She tried to get back to her feet, back in position for my cock. I pushed her back to the bed. “Please! I need it!” She begged. She slid off the bed to the floor. She grabbed my cock and stuffed it in her mouth, licking and sucking her ass grease off my pole.



“You like that don’t you? Tasting your own ass huh?” I said to her. I grabbed her by the hair and slapped her across the face. She looked up at me and moaned. I took my cock from her and slapped her in the face with it. I had to be careful, I could break her nose if I hit her wrong I was so hard.



“Give me your cock!” She demanded. I smiled. I grabbed her by the hair on the top of her head and shoved my cock in her mouth. Pushing it deep to the back of her throat. She coughed and gagged around my cock. I pulled it back out and slapped the spit soaked tool on her cheek.



“You like that? You like my cock in your mouth, pushing into the back of your throat? You like that whore?” I asked her degrading her. She looked up at me, her mouth open wide, trying to get my cock back inside. I’d already staved off her orgasm for the moment. She was ready to cum and honestly, I wanted her to cum. I wanted to see her face, the orgasmic bliss. I lifted her up by her hair and pushed her onto the bed on her back. I looked down at her pussy, it was swollen and red.



I took my cock in my hand and slapped it down on her sex. Her body jerked from the impact and a deep moan escaped from her throat. I placed the head at her sex, she moaned more, louder, telling me she needed me inside her. I slammed it in real fast, pushing eight inches in and then pulled completely out, holding it away from her.



“Goddamnit! I need to cum!” She hissed as she looked at me. Her hands were on her tits, squeezing them, pinching and pulling the nipples. I slapped her hands away.



“You cum when I tell you to cum!” I said. She looked at me and I reached out and slapped her face, hard enough to move her head. She looked back at me, her desire filling her eyes. A slight smile started to creep onto her face as I slapped her again. When she straightened her head, the look was more lusty. I slapped her tits then her face then back to her tits. Alternating between her left tit, her face, her right tit, her face, her left tit, her face, like this until her cheeks and her tits were red. She was moaning out loudly now.



I could hear Sam, Mandy and Anna slid in the door behind me. They stayed in the shadows of the room and watched me slap Michelle around and deny her what she needed.



I slapped Michelle’s pussy, hitting the puffy lips and clit in one hit.



“Oohhh fuck!” She moaned. Her orgasm started building again. I stepped up and slid my cock all the way into her tight pussy. Shaking her body with the force of the thrust. This pushed her orgasm, forcing it to rise faster. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them roughly, gripping them in my hands and using them for leverage as I pulled out and slammed back inside Michelle. She was back to shaking again, so close to cumming, just not quite there.



“What bitch? What do you want?” I asked, teasing her. This time, I took a gentle hands on approach. I slid my hands gently down from her breasts, over her taut abdomen and down to her pussy. With my cock planted deeply, I slid my fingers all around her sex, touching her lightly, gently. When my finger touched her clit, she jumped, nearly coming off the bed had it not been for my cock, rooting her in place.



“OH FUCK! GOD PLEASE LET ME CUM!” She yelled as my stimulation of her sex put her deeper into over-stimulation. She needed to cum, badly.



I pulled my dick out slowly and pushed it back in slowly. Forcing her pussy to feel every slow inch penetrate her, each bump and ridge of my shaft as I slid into her. Her eyes opened and she looked at me, love and need in her eyes. She reached up and attached her hand to the back of my neck and pulled herself up.



“I love you baby! Please! Let me cum! I need it so much!” She moaned into my mouth as she kissed me. I kissed her back, sliding my tongue between her strawberry lip gloss flavored lips. I felt hands on my back. Sam, Mandy and Anna had come up behind me. Sam and Mandy came to either side of my head as I was kissing Michelle.



“Give it to her baby!” Sam said.



“Give her what she needs!” Mandy breathed into my ear. Anna slid up and whispered next.



“Let her cum, let her feel the love you have for her.” She said. Her hand slid down below my ass and underneath as she cupped my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. I smiled down to Michelle. She had done a great job for me, helping me with things dealing with Vegas that I wouldn’t know. She was a great Assistant, and I had been denying her pleasure. They were right. It was time for me to show her my love, show her just as she’d shown me.



“Okay baby. It’s time for you to cum. I want you to feel everything as if it was for the first time. Feel the pleasure that my big cock is giving you, feel my need, my lust, my love as I feel yours. Love me as I love you. Cum with me, give me you’re essence as I give mine to you.” I said as I looked into her eyes. She was so focused on my eyes and as I started to slide into her harder, picking my pace up, her eyes slowly closed, her senses going into overdrive as she used all of them to feel what I was giving her. My smell, my taste as she kissed me, how I felt as her hands held onto my muscular shoulders, the sounds we were making as a love and lust filled pair, the sight she behold as she looked into my eyes.



I pushed my cock in and out of her tight clutching pussy, wanting her to cum, needing her to cum just as much as she needed herself to cum. I looked into her eyes and lit my spark. She lit hers in return joining me in telepathic ecstasy.



“Oh God! I’m gonna cum baby! I can feel it! It feels so fucking good!” She said as she looked up into my eyes, her body starting to shake and vibrate with her building orgasm.



“I getting close too my love! You feel so good on my cock, I love you, I love being inside you, I love you being around me. I want so badly to cum with you, cum baby, cum for me.” I said as I looked back into her eyes. Our lips separated by the width of a piece of paper as our bodies rocked back and forth, my cock pumping into her clutching pussy, her pussy grasping me at every chance, feeling my length and girth slide in and out, my blood flowing through the veins, pulsing in time with hers.



“Baby! Oohhh yes! Fuuuuccckkkkkk!” She said as her orgasm hit, crashing and wreaking havoc on her senses, pushing them into overdrive.



“That’s it baby! Give me your love, your passion, give me all of you!” I said as her eyes closed tightly. When they opened, her spark was bright as she looked into my eyes. She was transferring everything of her to me. With a sudden rush, my orgasm was approaching fast and Michelle felt it. She pulled herself off my cock and dropped to the floor. With her pussy juice covering my cock, just after her own orgasm, she took my pussy pounder in her mouth and sucked me down into her throat without the use of her hands.



I felt that familiar bump as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat and then felt the tighter confines as she pushed harder, forcing me down into her throat. She gagged around my cock, sending slight ripples around my shaft, helping me to blow my load. My first thick spurt of cum went down her throat and she pulled off, inhaling around my cock as she did.



Just the head remained as she sucked my cum from my fuck stick, the cum pooling on her tongue as she stroked my cock, coaxing the cum out. My legs shook as my muscles tightened, my senses on overload as I looked down at her, taking in the sight before me.



Her hands on my cock, stroking me, my cock in her mouth, trapped between her lips and her eyes looking up into mine. There was nothing but love, adoration, loyalty and submission. I smiled as the last spurt of cum left the head of my dick and oozed out onto her tongue.



“Oh God you taste so good!” She said as she swallowed my cum down into her throat. I smiled down at her.



“As do you. Next time, I’m gonna eat you’re pussy until you’re legs shake so bad and every muscle hurts, when you beg me to stop, I’m gonna keep going and make you cum again.” I said. She smiled up at me.



“I can’t wait!” She said with a smile as I helped her up off her knees. She looked up into my eyes and smiled. “I love you Tom. I don’t know why, you treat me like shit sometimes, but I love you.” She said. I smiled.



“I treat you like shit because that’s what you like. That’s what turns you on. For some reason, you and Sam love to be berated and called names. You like the degradation. As long as you like that, want that, need that, I’m gonna give it to you.” I said as I bent down and kissed her, tasting my spunk in her mouth.



“You like to do that to us.” She said as I pulled away. I smiled.



“Some things I just can’t help either. It must be part of my dominant nature.” I said as let my hands slide down her back to her ass. I grabbed her perfect twin globes and squeezed them roughly. She moaned up at me, her lust rising more.



“Do we have time for another round?” She asked. I smiled.



“Not really. You have work to do, plus there’s seven other women in here that are jealous of you right now. Three in particular which are standing behind me right now!” I said with a smile. Michelle weaved her head around my chest and saw Mandy, Lisa and Anna standing back behind me with big smiles on their faces.



Michelle came back to me and smiled. She kissed her way up my chest to my lips. I dug my fingers into her fleshy ass cheeks and lifted her up. She moaned into my mouth as my finger poked into her tight asshole. When she pulled her lips from mine I looked into her eyes and saw her love for me. She was mine, completely.



“Thank you Tom. Thank you for loving me.” She said as she placed her head in my shoulder. I smiled and kissed her neck, leaving a trail of small kisses up to her ear.



“Thank you for being here, and being what I need you to be for me.” I said. She smiled and gave me a final peck on the lips before I let her slide down my body. She grabbed her things and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. I turned back to my three waiting beauties. They smiled as I turned, my cock hard and pointing at them.



“You’ve got a long day ahead of you, we’ll let you rest, for now!” Mandy said with a evil smile. I smiled back and grabbed my clothes, slipping them on.



“So, how long do I have before we go and see the house?” I asked.



“Just a couple hours. We should actually leave now.” Mandy said as she wrapped her arms around my naked and sweaty torso. I moaned as I felt her arms encircle me. Lisa and Anna weren’t far behind as they wrapped their arms around me at the same time.



“Oh you three feel so good!” I said with a sigh. I heard them all giggle as my cock got harder and poked into Anna’s thighs.



“Down Boy! Down!” Anna said with a girlish giggle. I laughed and thrust it out, poking her thigh and then twisting my hips so it pushed at her pant covered sex.



“We don’t have time for that Tom. Later. Right now, you need to get a shower too.” Lisa said as she grasped my cock and pulled it away from Anna, stroking it. I sighed and smiled at Anna who grinned wickedly as she followed me and Lisa into the shower in the Master Suite. The walk garnered stares and giggles from the other girls as I was led by my cock into the bedroom and to the shower. Lisa stripped and joined me, ready to bath me thoroughly.



“Not too long Lisa, he has things to do today.” Anna said as she left us in the room.



“I’m sorry for the things I said to you. I didn’t mean for them to come out hateful.” Lisa said as she adjusted the waters temperature.



“It’s okay Lisa. I deserved it and you were right. I should have seen it coming and I should have done something to protect you all.” I said as I looked her in the eye as she stood. She smiled sweetly.



“No. Mandy and Andie explained things to me. It’s okay. I understand. You’re developing your powers and aren’t in complete control of them yet. So, lets forget about my outburst and everything that happened and concentrate on the future and how we are gonna live our lives out.” She said with a smile as she pulled me under the water, much like she pulled me into the bedroom, my cock grasped in her hand.



“Done! Now, lets concentrate on right now, right here!” I said as I pulled her into my arms and planted my lips on hers. Lisa moaned into my mouth as my tongue snaked between her parting lips.



Slowly, Lisa soaped my back as I hugged her close, feeling her breasts and hard nipples push into my chest and her pussy hold my cock between her legs. Her hands traversed my muscled body, soaping it up, her hands deftly sliding over every muscle and into every crevice, cleaning me. When she had to kneel to wash my legs, I reluctantly let her go.



On her knees, she started at my feet and worked up, washing each leg completely. When she got to my crotch, she paused and stared at the menacing appendage, hanging before her. She smiled up at me just before taking my cock in her mouth and to the back of her throat. She held me deep between her lips as her tongue licked and slid over the shaft, bathing it in her spit before sliding off to dip her head down to my hanging testicles.



I moaned out as her warm wet mouth sucked in my right nut and then my left before her tongue traveled farther back to lick the sensitive spot between my balls and my asshole. She pulled her head out from between my legs and brought the loofa up and started to rub it all over my hard cock and balls, soaping them up before sliding up my front, over my abs and up my belly to my chest.

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