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“Oh baby, you’re not going to make me go to that stupid thing, are you?”



I looked up to see my wife, Janelle, giving me a pouty look.



“Why not, honey? I went to your stupid high school reunion. And that was in Buttfuck, Iowa.”



“Yeah, but at least my friends don’t hate you.”



“My friends don’t hate you.”



“No, they just think I’m a dumb bimbo who somehow seduced you.”



“I can’t see how they could think you’re dumb. You probably make more than all of them combined.”



“Uh huh, I’m sure working on Wall Street really goes over well with your Beatnik crowd. But regardless of anything else, I’m still the dumb, Midwestern, state school girl not a big-city Ivy Leaguer like the rest of you.”



“You’re just being silly. I swear, they don’t think of you like that.”



But, of course, they did. It was my tenth year reunion from Brown. And my friends, all dyed-in-the-wool liberals, still had a lot of weird attitudes about people from ‘flyover country.’ And it didn’t help that Janelle was typecast by her looks. Blond-haired, blue-eyed, and large-breasted she could have easily passed for a party girl. The fact that she had been salutatorian at her high school, earned a full scholarship to University of Rhode Island for grades and music, and worked like a dog her whole life did little to dispel first impressions.



The reaction when I started dating Janelle after meeting her in a Providence bar one summer was mild jealousy from my male friends, and loud disappointment from my female friends. I always figured that getting them together would make them close. They would see she wasn’t just a pretty face, and she would see that my friends were not just East Coast snobs, but it never really worked out.



The truth is, my friends were not snobby per se, but rather a combination of immature, insecure, and emo. My best friend Tara was always whining about not having a boyfriend, but she was also always making fun of how Janelle’s hair and makeup were always perfect. Celeste was always complaining about having a belly, but also made fun of Janelle’s obsessive workout routine.



But damn it, it was my tenth anniversary reunion, and I hadn’t seen the old gang in a while, and I wanted to share the evening with my wife.. and yeah, I liked showing her off as well.



I managed to talk Janelle into going, and actually we had a great day at Homecoming. It was fun seeing the campus again, and I even dropped by to see some old professors. We ran into a few friends, but everybody was mostly flitting about. That evening, we were going to get together for drinks and a dinner. Janelle and I were staying downtown, and made plans to meet up with Tara early at the hotel bar since she’d been working all day.



When I told Janelle the plans, she just sighed.



“What?”



“Tara hates me the most. You know that right?”



“You’re imagining things.”



She shook her head and laughed. “Really, Dave?”



“Look, she’s an old friend.”



“Did you ever sleep with her?”



“Tara? God no.” I hesitated. “What.. are you jealous?”



She laughed. “I sorta wish you had. You know Tara had a crush on you, right? She probably still thinks you’re the one who got away.”



“That’s crazy talk.”



“No, it isn’t. Girls can sense these things. And every time I’ve met Tara it’s been the same thing. She hates me because she thinks I am the cheap slut that stole you from her.”



“Honey, you are far from cheap,” I said with a smirk.



She slapped me. “Just remember, you owe me for this.”



We met at the bar, and Tara was the same Tara as always. Smart and generous, and slightly unkempt and overweight, and funny and whiny all at the same time. She gave Janelle a hug, but both the girls were more than a little stiff. But still we caught up, in a way that you can only do face to face no matter how many Facebook posts you read. Tara was in a dead-end, poorly paid, but emotionally satisfying job with a non-profit. She was still friends with a lot of the old crew. And she was still single.



After a couple of drinks, Tara was going on about how hard it is to meet men. Going on and on and on. I could remember these rants from back in college, and ten years on, they had only gotten longer and more bitter.



Finally, Janelle had enough. “Oh, Jesus, Tara. How is it that you could be a gender studies major and know so little about men? You want to meet a man? All you have to be is available.”



Tara sneered. “Oh sure, if you get all tarted up like a beauty queen, you can. But I’d like to meet a guy who isn’t just looking for a pretty face.”



Janelle looked over at me and shrugged. “I’m going to get a breath of fresh air. Give me your sweater.”



I watched her walk away and then turned back to Tara. “That wasn’t very nice.”



“I’m sorry. But she just doesn’t know what its like. Guys are always falling for girls like her, not matter how bitchy they are.”



“Janelle is not a bitch. She’s the sweetest…”



Tara put her hand on my forearm. “I’m not saying she isn’t,” Tara lied. “I am just saying it is different for normal girls.”



We changed the subject and reminisced about college for a while. Suddenly this woman sat down in Janelle’s seat.



“Hey, that’s my wife’s…”



She looked me in the eyes and giggled.



“Janelle?”



“In the flesh.”



She’d totally changed her appearance. Her hair, usually flowing past her shoulders in golden waves was pulled back into a sloppy bun, the kind women wear to go to Walmart or tend the garden. She’d taken out her contacts, and was wearing her decidedly non-designer glasses. She’d removed her makeup and added some dark circles under her eyes. And wearing my formless sweater made her look downright frumpy.



Tara shot her a dark look. “What is this shit?”



Janelle smiled sweetly. “Let’s do a gender studies experiment. Pick a man in the bar. Any man.”



“Well, sure, you can pick up a guy if you offer to fuck him the bathroom or some shit.”



“Tara, I’m not trying to show you up. I just want to show you something. You pick a guy, and then you can sit next to me. And if I do anything untoward to get his attention, then you call me on it. But I’m going to show you how easy it is to meet men.”



“Honey, let’s not do this,” I interjected.



“Oh come on Dave, it’ll be fun. Just play along.”



I sighed and nodded.



Tara scanned the bar. “That one,” she said, point to a middle aged guy in a suit at the bar. He was a big guy, over six feet tall, and barrel chested. His hair was thinning, but he was clean shaven. Lighter and younger he would probably have been ruggedly handsome. I have no idea why Tara picked him. But she did.



Jenelle instructed us to get seats at the bar next to him, so we could listen in, and then after a few minutes, she followed and squeezed between us and him.



She looked up at a hockey game on TV. “What’s the score?” She asked him.



He looked over at Janelle, and she apparently didn’t make much of an impression. “I dunno,” he said. “Wasn’t really watching the game.”



She continued to watch TV quietly, ostensibly waiting for the bartender to take her order.



The guy turned back toward her. “Are you a hockey fan?”



“Naw,” she replied lightly. “I was just curious.”



“Are you from around her?”



“No, up from New York for the weekend, visiting some friends.”



“Yeah, I’m down Boston on business.”



They talked like that for a while. Idle chit chat. They talked about New York vs. Boston. About work. About the best restaurants in town. His name was Tony and he seemed like a nice guy. Smart and sardonic. There was no overt flirting, not at first. Just two people, comfortable in their own skin chatting.



But then after a while, I guess she grew on him because he started getting more interested. He complimented her eyes — her glasses did little to hide them. She asked him if he worked out. He bought her a couple of drinks. They moved in closer to each other. I started getting uneasy. After a while, he checked his watch and then sighed.



“What’s the matter,” she cooed.



“I… I have to meet some people for dinner. Business.” He paused. She pouted. “But I really like you,” he paused. She smiled. “And well, since we’re both from out of town.”



She looked at him expectantly. He took her hand.



“I’d like to show you a good time,” he finally said, taking her hand and moving it to his crotch.



“Oh my,” she giggled, “is that all you?”



He took out his room key and placed it on the bar. “I need to go. But I’ll be back around 11:00, maybe 11:30. Come visit me. Room 1246.”



“Sounds like fun,” she replied in a sultry voice.



He leaned in and kissed her. A lingering embrace. She returned the kiss.



He walked away. Janelle turned toward us. Tara stared at my wife in shock, and I guess I did too.



She put her hand on my shoulder. “Sorry about the kiss, baby, it happened so fast, and I didn’t see a graceful way out of it.” She waved the key at Tara. “There you go. Nice guy. You picked him. He’s smart and employed. And all I needed to do was ask about a game he wasn’t even watching.”



“Well sure, if all you want is a one night stand.”



Janelle sighed. “There are worse things, you know, especially since I think he’s packing. But it would have been easy to get his number and arrange a date instead. I figured you’d be smart enough to get the point.”



I stepped in at that point. “Girls, girls, please can you two stop bickering? It is like being at home with my parents,” I said trying to lighten things up.



Janelle shook her head. “I’m gonna drop off this thing off at the front desk,” she said pointing to the key, “and go freshen up.”



She came back a few minutes later, once again put together, and returned my sweater. Happily it was time to get going and meet the others, which put an end to Tara and Janelle’s squabbling.



I had a good time that evening, though I was worried about Janelle. We ended up going to this cool Mexican-Japanese fusion place. The food was great, but my friends were being cold fish, especially after Tara circulated what must have been an embellished version of the events in the bar. Janelle ended up excusing herself several times to check out the decorations and the band that was playing out in the garden area. She was pretty quiet, and I could tell she was looking forward to the evening being over. I knew she wasn’t having fun, and I kept meaning to leave when another old friend would suddenly appear. But I figured she’d forgive me.



We went back to the hotel. I’d had a little too much to drink. Given how the evening had gone, I figured I wasn’t going to get any in any case. But she surprised me. When we got into our hotel room, Janelle casually slipped off her jeans and panties and walked around the room in just her clingy sweater while brushing her teeth.



“You look good enough to eat,” I offered.



“You talk too much,” she replied with a smirk.



I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her crotch. In addition to her other charms, Janelle has the tastiest pussy I’ve ever had. She’s always fresh and clean, her juices just a touch tangy. I lapped away for a while as she ran her hands through my hair.



“I want you,” she rasped.



I stumbled back onto the bed, and she roughly tugged at my pants. I was rock hard, and the moment my cock popped out, she was on top of me, impaling herself on my member. We fucked like that for a few minutes until she gasped in passion, collapsing onto my chest.



We slowly shed the rest of our clothes, my dick inside her the whole time, and then resumed our lovemaking in earnest. She was very wet and she fucked me hungrily, pumping her hips eagerly to meet my thrusts, her tongue jamming deep into my mouth. I was drunk enough that it took me a while time to cum, but Janelle didn’t seem to mind even though it went on longer than usual. When I finished, it felt like a dam giving way, and dizzy from drink and exertion I collapsed onto the bed. We cuddled together for a while and drifted off to sleep.



I am not sure what woke me. Sex and booze usually knock me out, but good. But I guess being in a strange bed made me sleep lightly. I looked at the clock. It was 1:30am. I felt next to me and realized Janelle wasn’t there. For a moment, I assumed she was in the bathroom, but then the sound that had woken me popped into my head. It was definitely the door to the hallway. I got up, and yanked on a pair of jeans from the floor.



Sure enough, she wasn’t in the bathroom. And then like a shot, I had a weird vision. The bar. The man. The room key. Room 1246.



I went out into the hallway just in time to hear the elevator door chiming as it shut. I turned, spotted the stairs and sprinted up two flights to the twelfth floor. The door to room 1246 was slowly shutting on its mechanical arm, and I reached out at the last second to stop it from latching shut. I pressed my ear to the door.



“What, what, who is it?” Came a scratchy voice.



I saw the light go on.



“Who are you?” Continued the puzzled voice.



“I thought you were going to show me a good time. Sorry I’m late,” Janelle answered.



I hear him sit up on his bed. “Damn, girl, you clean up nice.”



I cracked the door open. She’d moved out of the entrance and into the bedroom. The room was lit, but dimly. He must have only had the reading light on over this bed. I slid inside and silently shut the door. I got down on my knees and crawled a few feet to get a view into the room. He was sitting on his bed, in his boxers, and she was standing before him in a short, thin, hotel robe which she holding together at the waist. Wordlessly, she released her grip, letting the robe come open, exposing her generous cleavage and closing trimmed blond muff.



“If I’d know you were hiding a body like that, I’d have ditched my dinner plans,” he said with a smile.



She stepped closer. Tony reached out and slid a finger up her inner thigh, and when she didn’t flinch, he pressed it up inside her. She gasped softly, her hips swaying sexily. He pulled out and rubbed his fingertips together.



“Somebody’s been a naughty girl already.”



She grinned saucily.



He pressed his finger into her mouth and she licked it clean. He pumped his finger back into her snatch several times, each time pulling out and feeding her a cocktail of her juices and my cum, which she swallowed eagerly. It was a sexy show, and Tony was enjoying it enough that he was stroking his rapidly thickening member through his boxers.



“Why did you think I’d appreciate sloppy seconds?” He asked.



She smirked. “I’ve never known a man to turn down a well-lubed hole.”



He laughed and pressed a second finger into her pussy. “You’re a hot little slut, aren’t you?”



“Let me see what you’re rubbing,” she replied in a sultry tone.



As he pulled down his shorts, his cock sprang out, standing at attention in his lap. It wasn’t some porno-style stunt cock, but he was definitely well-endowed.



“Mmmm, that’s a lovely prick,” cooed my wife as she dropped to her knees between his thighs.



Janelle is a world class cock-sucker. I hate to think about how she became that way. But the truth is, she could give lessons, and now she proceeded to pull out all the stops for Tony.



She started by licking his rod all over, getting it nice and wet, as she massaged his balls with her hands. Then she switched, sucking his sack into her mouth as he squished her hands up and down his thick shaft. She licked her way back up the underside of his cock, and then circled his cockhead with her tongue.



“Fuck, that’s good,” he growled, running his hands through her silky hair.



But she was just getting started. She took him deep into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down as her hands continued to caress his shaft and balls. He began pumping his hips, trying to force himself deeper into her throat, but he was too big to fit all the way.



She rose up and kissed his belly, and then leaned forward and pressed his cock between her teardrop breasts, fucking his cock with her tits.



She looked him in the eyes. “If I finish you off, will you be able to get hard again to fuck me?”



“Baby, my dick’ll get hard just being in the same room as you.”



She pumping his cock between her tits a few more times, and then rubbed his cockhead against each of her nipples in turn, coating them with his pre-cum. Then she dropped down again and swallowed him deeply, fucking his dick with her mouth. He was moaning louder now, obviously getting close. Keeping his cockhead in her mouth, she started pumping his shaft roughly, wetly with both hands.



“Oh God,” he growled loudly. His hand grabbed a firm handful of her hair and held her in place. Not that he needed to because Janelle was eagerly sucking down his seed all on her own. I could see her swallowing gob after gob as he twitched repeatedly in passion.



When he was finally done, she straightened up, her hands still gently fondling his shaft.



“How long were you saving that up?” She giggled.



He laughed. “A few days. Maybe more, I guess.”



“That’ll be enough protein to last me a week,” she replied. Though she immediately belied that comment by swooping down and lapping up every stray drop of jism that appeared from his slit.



He softened noticeably, and Janelle took the opportunity to swallow him whole, taking him balls deep into her mouth. She worked his cock slowly. Long, deep, wet strokes that quickly brought him back online. In less than five minutes, his member was again rigid, jutting out proudly.



“I need it inside me,” she hissed and climbed into his lap.



He grabbed her hips and roughly impaled her on his cock. She threw back her head and gasped loudly.



“God, you’re big,” she moaned as she ground into him.



They fucked hard. He was a powerful man, bouncing her up and down on his cock like a ragdoll. His hands were all over her. He squeezed and slapped her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and tickling her asshole. He mauled her breasts, sucking her nipples into his mouth until the areolae were puffy, wet, and swollen. He kissed her hard, jamming his tongue into her mouth, and bit her neck hard enough to leave marks.



And she loved it. She was squealing like a porn star, grinding her hips into him to meet his thrusts, her arms wrapped around his head, her eyes shut tight in concentration.



Without warning he grabbed her by the ass and flipped her onto her back on the bed. She obligingly pulled her knees to her chest, her feet pointed toward the ceiling, opening herself completely for him. He climbed on top and began to jackhammer his thick cock into her pretty little snatch.



Her high-pitched squeals were soon joined by his loud grunts. Then the mattress began squeaking as they bounced up and down. And finally, the headboard began banging against the wall. From next door came a muffled voice, and a the sound of a palm slapping the wall urging them to keep it down.



Janelle and Tony burst out laughing.



“Something different?” she asked through giggles.



“Let me take you from behind,” he suggested.



He disentangled from between her legs, and she leaned forward and loudly slurped his slimy cock into her mouth several time before flipping back over onto her hands and knees. Her pretty little ass waved back and forth as he repositioned himself. Grabbing an ass cheek in each of his beefy paws, he thrust hard and buried himself in her swollen pussy.



“Ooof,” she gasped, throwing her head back.



Releasing her ass, he grabbed a thick handful of her hair and began hammering away, the sounds of their slapping flesh now filling the room. She was grunting and squealing, and her large breasts were swaying wildly beneath her.



He leaned forward and let a thick gob of spit drip down into her butt crack.



“Ewww,” she exclaimed. “Why’d you…”



But before she could complete the question, he answered it, coating his thumb in saliva and plunging it into her ass.



She growled ferally and began to shudder in passion.

Author’s note: this story is a continuation of the story “Mr. Jackson Claims Marie,” (available through my profile) but may be read on its own. Marie, a 19-year-old babysitter, has been cheating on her boyfriend with her employer, Mr. Jackson. As always, I welcome your comments!







Marie was having second thoughts. Even though Mr. Jackson had given her the hardest series of orgasms she had ever experienced in her life, even though she knew in her gut that there was no way that her boyfriend Shawn could ever satisfy her the way Mr. Jackson had, she felt qualms of guilt. She couldn’t really let him fuck her in front of Shawn. Could she?



She still couldn’t believe that he had taken her in her parents’ house. In her own bedroom, no less! After going over the situation in her mind all morning, she decided the best course of action would be to never see Mr. Jackson again.



But then, around noon, Mrs. Jackson called and asked her to babysit.



“Sure,” Marie blurted, as if against her own will.



“By the way,” said the older woman, “feel free to have Shawn over if you want. It’s probably scary being in a big house all alone! We’re planning on being out late – until after midnight, so you guys just make yourselves at home.”



“Sure thing.”



Marie’s heart pounded. She suspected this was part of Mr. Jackson’s plan to fuck her in front of her boyfriend. She didn’t know what it was about the thought of being taken by Mr. Jackson in front of Shawn that turned her on so much. It was so wrong, so unbelievably slutty!



But the image of Mr. Jackson dominating her while Shawn watched from the shadows caused warmth to spread to her pussy. She simply couldn’t escape the magnetic pull that the older man had for her. She knew she would submit to him tonight. Totally. Shawn be damned.



As the day went on, Marie’s tension grew. She called Shawn and told him to come over to the Jacksons’ house around seven, her voice shaking.



“Is everything alright?” asked her boyfriend.



“Yeah,” said Marie, trying to regain her composure, “I just can’t wait to see you.”



At five-thirty, Marie took a long shower, trying to calm her nerves. Her ass was still sore from the belting that she had taken from Mr. Jackson last night, when he had tied her to her bed and fucked her.



After toweling off, she rubbed lotion into her sore backside. She had a feeling she was in for even more punishment tonight. She hoped so, at least.



She spent long time looking at her clothes, trying to select something appropriate to the occasion.



What kind of occasion was it, exactly? she wondered to herself.



Finally, she settled on a sundress and light sweater combination that accentuated her bust and ass. Underneath it she wore a black thong and bra.



She took a deep breath, then began the fifteen-minute walk to the Jacksons’ house.



When she arrived, Mrs. Jackson was just stepping into the car.



“Hi Marie!” she said, “I’m glad you’re here! My husband already left. You know what you’re doing, so have a good time and call if you have any questions. I hope you don’t mind staying late!”



“No problem, Mrs. Jackson,” she said, secretly disappointed that Mr. Jackson wasn’t there. She knew she’d see him soon enough, however!



A few minutes after Mrs. Jackson left, Shawn’s car pulled into the driveway.



“Hey babe,” he said, giving her a kiss after he had bounded into the house.



“Hey Shawn,” she said, her heart pounding as she kissed him, “wanna go upstairs?”



“Already?”



“Sure,” she said, “David’s asleep. I just checked on him.”



When they got to the Jacksons’ bedroom, Shawn began groping her immediately, but not in the skillful, forceful way that Mr. Jackson did.



Shawn was more like…well, like a 19-year-old guy, which is exactly what he was, thought Marie.



“Shawn,” she whispered, plagued by pangs of guilt once more, “I, I need to tell you something.”



“What?” he murmured, unbuttoning her sweater.



“I think,” she said, her voice shaking, “I need…”



But she couldn’t find the words to tell him. The pull of the illicit deed she knew was coming was too strong.



“Relax, babe,” said Shawn, “and let me do the work.”



Soon, she was on her back on the bed, and Shawn was kissing around each of her nipples, flicking them slowly with his tongue. Her dress and bra were on the floor, and her panties were at her knees.



Shawn’s efforts made her feel good, as usual, but not in the same raw, primal way that Mr. Jackson did.



She reached down and touched Shawn’s erection. Before she had been with Mr. Jackson she had considered it large. Now it seemed inadequate by comparison.



“Are you ready, babe?” Shawn asked, looking into her eyes.



Marie nodded.



As he pushed inside her, Marie let out a small moan, just to give him the impression that she was enjoying it. In fact, she barely felt a thing. She longed for Mr. Jacksons’ rock-hard cock to fill her like it had on two occasions before.



“UUhh,” moaned Shawn, his thighs slapping against hers as he drilled her pussy, “it’s sooo good!”



“Oh yeah,” said Marie, faking enthusiasm, “please Shawn.”



Just then, there was the sound of a car in the driveway. Mr. Jackson was home.



“Fuck!” said Marie, pushing Shawn off her, “they must have forgotten something!”



Shawn grabbed his clothes in a panic and hid in the large walk-in closet. Marie tried desperately to pull on her sundress with trembling hands.



As soon as she had finally gotten it over her head, there were footsteps on the stairs. She turned and saw exactly who she had been expecting: Mr. Jackson.



“Hello Marie,” he said, smiling at her.



“Uh, hi Mr. Jackson,” she stuttered, aware of the fact that Shawn was watching from the closet.



“Well, well, well. You sure do make things easy for me, don’t you? Already waiting for me with no bra and panties.”



Marie couldn’t move or speak. She was trembling with desire now. The older man stepped closer, running his hand along her chin, then reaching behind her head and grabbing her hair at the neck firmly.



He moved in and kissed her hungrily on the mouth. She could hear Shawn gasp from the closet.



“You didn’t fuck your boyfriend without my permission, did you Marie?” he asked, pushing his hand under her dress and probing her moistness.



“I, I’m, –.”



“Shh,” he said, rubbing her mound for a moment then pulling his hand away and leaving her aching, “I’ll deal with your punishment later.”



“I know your boyfriend is watching us, Marie,” he continued, “and I’m sure he’s curious about what we’re going to do.”



“Go ahead and relax,” he went on, in a louder voice meant for Shawn, “your girlfriend wanted you to see how a real man fucks a woman!”



“No, I –,” Marie stammered.



Mr. Jackson closed her mouth with another long kiss.



“It’s ok,” he said, breaking the kiss, “if Shawn doesn’t want to find out what you need, he can leave anytime he wants. But something tells me he won’t.”



He reached under her dress from behind and fondled her buttocks as he kissed her one more time.



“Let me catch you up on the story so far, Shawn,” said Mr. Jackson, kneading her ass while he kissed down her neck, “I came into your girlfriend’s room last night. She was laying back on her bed with her panties down, playing with herself like a dirty little fucking whore.”



Marie’s breathing increased audibly at the sound of this first obscenity.



Mr. Jackson pulled her sundress over her head, slowly but deliberately exposing her beautiful body.



“I tore your whore of a girlfriend’s panties off her,” he continued, “ripped them in half and used them to tie her fucking hands behind her back. She loved it, because she loves it when a man takes control of her.”



“Isn’t that right, Marie?” he asked, admiring her nakedness.



Marie didn’t respond.



“What did I do next, Marie?”



She looked down. She couldn’t bear to confess to Shawn what she had done with Mr. Jackson.



WHACK!



He reached behind her and smacked her ass sharply. She was still sensitive from the night before, and had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.



“What did I do, Marie?”



“You, I, –,” Marie was stammering again. She could feel herself getting sopping wet even as tears came to her eyes.



“I whipped your ass with my belt until you begged me to fuck you.”



Marie was silent, thinking about Shawn watching from the closet. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Could he be enjoying this?



SMACK!



Mr. Jackson’s hand came down hard against the other asscheek. She yelped.



“Didn’t I, Marie?”



“Y, y, yes,” she stuttered.



“Yes what?”



“Yes, you spanked me,” she mumbled.



“And then?”



“You fucked me,” she whispered.



“I don’t think Shawn can hear you, Marie.”



“You fucked me,” she whispered again.



“I think you’re going to have to learn to follow my instructions, Marie,” growled Mr. Jackson.



Before she knew what was happening, she was over his lap, her bare ass high in the air, offering a lewd view to Shawn from his place in the closet.



SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!



Marie shrieked, helpless against Mr. Jackson’s blows.



“What did I do, Marie?”



“You fucked me,” she moaned.



“Louder!” he commanded.



“You fucked me!” she exclaimed.



“Good girl,” said Mr. Jackson, massaging her aching ass for a moment.



“It’s true,” he growled, “I spent a nice long time balls-deep in the tightest pussy I’ve ever had. She was begging for it, Shawn. Crying out for more like a little slut.”



SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!



He landed three more blows across her buttocks.



She gasped.



“Weren’t you, Marie?”



“Yes,” she stammered, trying to rub her clit against his leg. What was it about this situation that was turning her on so much?



Mr. Jackson pushed a finger inside her, while massaging her buttocks with his other hand.



“You see what she likes, Shawn? You see how she likes being spanked over an older man’s lap like a dirty whore?”



His question was clearly rhetorical, since Mr. Jackson didn’t pause for a reply before smacking her sore ass again.



SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!



Marie yelped once more, grinding her aching pussy into his leg.



“Alright, slut,” said Mr. Jackson, putting her back on her feet while he remained seated on the bed, “I think you’ve learned your lesson about fucking without my permission. Let’s get on with the show!”



“Marie,” he continued, “do you know where a slut like you belongs?”



This, too, must have been a rhetorical question, since Mr. Jackson provided the answer before she could respond.



“On her knees.”



Without thinking, Marie dropped to her knees in front of Mr. Jackson. Her back was to the closet where Shawn was still watching silently.



“You know what, Shawn? I think I’m going to fuck your girlfriend’s face now, just to prove to you the extent of my ownership. Would you like to see that, Shawn? Would you like to hear your girlfriend choke on my big fucking dick?”



Shawn let out an audible gasp, but still didn’t say anything.



“That’s what I thought,” said Mr. Jackson. He stood up from the bed, stood next to Marie, then turned her to face him. Shawn had an excellent view of the action this way.



“Look at her, kneeling in front of me, Shawn,” he said, “looking up at me with those sweet brown eyes. I can just tell how much she wants to please me.”



“I forgot to tell you,” he continued, running his fingers through Marie’s hair while she knelt in front of him, “I already fucked her at my place, during the barbeque, while you were outside chatting with my wife. She sucked my cock then, too. I guess you could say she knows what she’s doing. Don’t you, honey?”



“Yes sir.”



“Why don’t you tell your boyfriend about how you tried to seduce me, Marie? Tell him what kind of pictures you took.”



She cast her eyes down. Her face became flushed. She couldn’t confess to Shawn that she had taken naked pictures of herself for Mr. Jackson to find!



SMACK!



He reached down and spanked her again, then pulled her hair back so she looked up at him once more.



“Tell him.”



“N- naked pictures,” she stammered, “I took naked pictures for you.”



“Good girl,” said Mr. Jackson, unbuckling his belt.



“What kind of girl does that make you, Marie?” he asked, slowly unzipping his slacks.



“I don’t know,” she murmured, looking down again.



“It makes you a whore, Marie. A filthy, cock-hungry whore.”



“Yes sir,” she muttered. She felt her last wall of resistance crumble.



“Good girl. Now say it louder. Tell your boyfriend what you are. Tell him you’re a cock-hungry whore.”



“I’m a cock-hungry whore,” she said, looking up at Mr. Jackson.



“God you look so beautiful when you say that,” he said.



“I want you to watch carefully, Shawn. You’re going to see me fuck your girlfriend’s sweet little face. First, I’m going to slap her with my big dick, just so she remembers who’s in charge.”



He grabbed a handful of her hair in one hand and his cock in the other.



SLAP!



His dick slapped down across her face.



“Did you see that, Shawn? Tell me you love it, whore. Beg me for it.”



“I love it Mr. Jackson. Please slap me with your huge dick.”



SLAP!



He smacked his huge cock across her other cheek.



“Your girlfriend loves getting beaten with my dick, Shawn. Can you imagine anything more whorish?”



Shawn didn’t answer, but his breathing was getting faster and faster.



“Open wide, whore.”



There was a slurping sound and a low moan from Marie’s throat as she struggled to accommodate Mr. Jackson’s rod.



“That’s a good girl,” he said.



Marie was, of course, a practiced cocksucker, and had serviced Mr. Jackson once before. That single occasion, however, did not sufficiently prepare her for the task she now faced.



“UMMPFH,” she moaned as his rod slammed into the back of her throat.



“Fucking take that cock all the way you whore,” Mr. Jackson growled, “show your boyfriend what kind of girl you really are.”



SMACK!



Mr. Jackson whipped her ass with his belt. Hard.



She gasped. She hadn’t even noticed that he was holding it!



“Show him, slut. Show him what a slut you are and I’ll reward you with the hard fuck I know you need.”



She looked up at him, tears in her eyes with the effort of swallowing his enormous erection, her ass still stinging from his belt. She wanted nothing more than to please him, and to taste the cum that would prove that she had done so.



He grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck once again and began moving her up and down on his cock. He wasn’t getting a blowjob anymore. He was fucking her face!



“Look at this filthy little babysitter whore, Shawn,” he groaned, “getting facefucked on her knees. She loves it. Don’t you, Marie?”



Before she could remove his cock to reply, he hit her with the belt again.



SMACK!



She whimpered and moaned on his member, reaching up to cup his balls with one hand and work the end of his shaft with the other.



Then a strange thing began to happen: Marie became increasingly aware of her own arousal. It was not merely that she was turned on by servicing Mr. Jackson. It was more than that. The more he fucked her face, the more he spanked her, the closer she was coming, to, well, coming!



He removed his stiff cock and rubbed it across her cheeks, first one, then the other.



“Does my little whore want to keep sucking this cock?” asked Mr. Jackson.



“Yes, Mr. Jackson.”



SMACK!



“Don’t forget to say please, whore!”



“Please Mr. Jackson,” she panted, “please let me suck your cock.”



“You may continue, Marie.”



This time, he didn’t force it into her mouth. He let her set the pace.



“Uh,” he moaned, as Marie skillfully stroked his balls with one hand, while licking the tip of his shaft, “does she do this for you, Shawn?”



“Milk that cock, whore. I want to come all over you. Coat your pretty fucking face.”



“Mmm,” Marie was moaning now, more aroused than before as she felt the smooth skin of Mr. Jackson’s member on her tongue. She was rapidly approaching the point of no return, even without touching herself.



“Mmm! Mmm! MMMMMM!”



Her whole body started to shake as the first throes of orgasm reached her. She held onto Mr. Jackson’s cock like it was a safety railing that could keep her from collapsing.



“God DAMN!” laughed Mr. Jackson, “do you see that, Shawn? This whore is coming just from sucking cock!”



Marie whimpered softly now, her orgasm slowly fading. Her cheeks began to glow as the embarrassment of her situation set in. For the first time, she considered what she had done to Shawn.



“Shawn,” she said, turning to the closet and letting go of Mr. Jackson’s cock, “I’m I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”



There was no answer.



“Yes,” said Mr. Jackson, “I’m sorry too. Sorry that you have to see what a whore your girlfriend is,” he laughed.



“Now finish the job, whore,” he said, pushing his tumescent rod back towards her face.



Marie took him in her mouth once again, licking and sucking him as if his cock held a life-saving elixir.



“Please Mr. Jackson,” she moaned, looking up at him, “please give me your cum!”



The efforts of the beautiful young babysitter were too much for Mr. Jackson, who usually prided himself on his staying power.



“Here it comes, baby,” he moaned as she stroked him next to her face, “I wanna see it hit your mouth and pretty face.”



Marie smiled and closed her eyes, extending her tongue as she continued to wank Mr. Jackson.



“Ugh,” he groaned, “Shit!”



The first few spurts landed across her forehead; the next few on her tongue; the final blasts dripped down her chin and neck and into her cleavage. She lapped the last drops from his dick eagerly.



“Did I do a good job, Mr. Jackson?” she asked.



“Yes, such a good little whore,” groaned Mr. Jackson, still in ecstasy.



After she finished cleaning his cock with her mouth, she made a move to lap up the cum on her chin and face, but before she could finish Mr. Jackson slapped her with his belt.



SMACK!



“Stop it, slut. I want you wear that cum on your face like a prize. I’m not done with you yet.”



He reached over with one hand and threw the closet door open. Shawn was standing there, still completely naked, his erect cock in hand.



“Take a good long look at your girlfriend, Shawn,” he said, forcing Marie’s head to face in her boyfriend’s direction, “See that cum on her face? That means that I own her now. She is no longer yours to fuck.”



Shawn nodded, slowly working his cock.



“But the good news is,” continued Mr. Jackson, “you can still watch if you want. I bet you’d like to watch me fuck her, wouldn’t you Shawn?”



Once again, Shawn nodded.



“Good,” said Mr. Jackson, “get up, Marie,” he continued.



Marie stood facing him, her face still covered in his cum.



“Get on the bed on your hands and knees, facing your boyfriend.”



She did as she was told, her heart thumping at the prospect of what was coming.



Mr. Jackson finished removing his clothes and then took his place behind her. He slapped his flaccid dick onto her buttocks a few times. Each time it sprang a little more to life.



Finally, he was fully erect again, rubbing his cock along the length of her moist slit. Marie was out of her mind with lust. She wanted to plead with him, beg him to slip inside of her, but she let him take the lead.



“Are you ready for this, whore? Are you ready to take my dick while your boyfriend watches?”



“Yes, sir.”



“That’s what I like to hear,” said Mr. Jackson, pushing the head of his cock roughly inside her pussy, “now beg for it. Tell me what you want, slut.”



“I want your cock,” she moaned.



SMACK!



Mr. Jackson spanked her as he accelerated his thrusts.



“Tell him you love this dick, you fucking slut. Tell him this is the biggest dick you’ve ever had inside you.”



“I- love- this- dick,” she moaned between his powerful thrusts, each of which pushed her a little farther forward on the bed.

“You can’t really want me to do this can you? We’re married?” she asked as always. The answer to that and similar queries had transformed over time. For most, the idea of being with a person and they are yours forever is very exclusive. You get jealous when people look at them. You explode in rage when she comments about others. Having sex with somebody else is cheating and you expect that rage would be all that follows.



It started long ago with very simple thoughts. She’s so beautiful and attractive. She’s yours and you want people to know it. You want them to know what you have that they don’t. So it starts by dressing her up and showing her off. In a crowded room you get her to flash everybody. She looks at you with apprehension at first, but the peer pressure gets to her and soon her tits are on display. Only for a second.



Time goes on and the seconds turn to minutes. Soon you have her participating in “Shirtless o’clock” with no bra on. You see the looks from the men that want her. You see the looks from the women that are angry at how audacious she is being or that she’s stealing all of the attention. Every bit of it turns you on.



After each night like that you take her and fuck the hell out of her. Not realizing what you’re doing by transforming it into positive reinforcement. The incentive for her becomes stronger each time because she loves you.



Then a mistake happens and she has sex with somebody else. You decide to take out your punishment and some of it becomes brutal and humiliating. You want to make her show more. She gets fucked harder. The cycle continues.



Then one day the sex becomes okay. When a slip happens, you demand her to do more with the other person to “get it out of her system.” It turns you on more. It turns you on stronger. You like the feel of her pussy after somebody else has torn it apart. You like the feel of the old wetness and the men that came before you.



Over time you build on the humiliation. You build on the brutality. You build on the others. The lines are pushed further and further but you’re moving ahead on it much faster. You push and press her into things she really doesn’t want. This just turns you on more and demands more from you. Then the day comes that you want her with a complete stranger. The conversation takes a predictable tack.



“Still. It’s something that’s going on with me. One of my darker things. Let’s go out tonight and find somebody.”



“No. You can’t be serious. I can’t just have sex with some stranger? Why would you think that?”



“Are you sure?”



“Yes! No! It can’t happen.”



Not letting it stand there with so much pent up desire. In a way, you make a mistake here. A psychological one that’s very simple. You’re angry so you fuck her with the rage. She loves it. Now you’re rewarding the wrong thing.



You take the time to try and turn her but it doesn’t work. The psychological foil is gone and you’re running out of options. You turn to others at another place. Maybe you could look to your friends but then she might find out. If they say no, or, when what you’re thinking happens, she might recognize them. It has to be detached. It has to be a real stranger, and you must have a camera.



—-



After many meetings online, they finally decided to meet in person at a local bar. The regular crowd filled the place with a din hopefully large enough to mask the topic at hand. Booze and smoke flowed for everyone around.



Two men sit at a table, one smoking and the other drinking. Both receding into their respective addictions to help deal with the weight of what’s to be discussed. Neither is sure of where to begin and so far there has been nothing but silence except for chit-chat with the waitress. Finally, the smoking man begins.



“Thanks for coming out here. I know it’s awkward, but I’m serious.”



“Really? You’re serious?” the drinker responds. He takes another sip clearly still uncomfortable with the whole thing. For a second the smoker wonders if he’s made a bad decision, but the other man wouldn’t be here if he weren’t interested.



“I am. She’s been a bad girl. This is actually how things work between us.”



“That’s a little hard to believe. I mean,” he leans a bit closer, “what guarantees do I have? What if this goes wrong and she either gets away or reports the whole damn thing and I go to jail.”



“Don’t worry about that second part. Use a condom and there won’t be evidence even if I don’t manage to talk her down.”



“Yeah, but you could just deny this whole thing.”



“No. We have the online stuff. We’ll both go down. We’re both culpable and this needs to happen.”



“Okay. You’re way too confident in this. You must’ve told her about it right? This is just the fantasy?”



“If it was, could I tell you?” he began the mental foil to give his desired assailant the confidence he needed never betray that she knew nothing of what was to come, “You might give something away. You might act like it wasn’t a crime and break the whole mold. So don’t do that okay?”



“Okay. Okay. You have to get me another pitcher before I say okay to this.”



He laughs, “Okay. We have all the time to talk it out. Here’s what I was thinking.”



More alcohol comes and the two continue to talk until nearly closing time. They manage to set a schedule that it should happen tomorrow night while the house is empty and she’s alone. Between the two of them, they outline most of what can be outlined. There are a few contingency plans and everything seems together.



They depart smiling and shaking hands. Both walk away smiling. One about the girl he’s about to fuck. Another about his wife’s soon-to-be rape.







As the next day turned into the next night Sheryl began texting James, “When are you coming home tonight?” The message broke him out of his work trance. Everything suddenly became a vision of what he saw for the night. She would be in the bedroom kicking and screaming while Rinse908 ripped away her clothes. Her thrusts to remove him would do nothing more than add resistance to his cock while he forced it inside of her. Each bit of fight giving him more pleasure.



Suddenly he realized that he’d forgotten to respond, “I’ll be late tonight. Work stuff.” The first of what would be many lies to her while pursuing this endeavour. He waited a minute or so and sent a follow-up, “Put on something slinky and send pic. I want you when I get home.”



Twenty minutes passed while he tried to focus on work. Every time he started to type another sentence he glanced at his phone. About twenty minutes passed and he began to worry that she hadn’t noticed the next message. Then the familiar buzz came and brought with it a picture of her in a naughty negligee.



Sheryl was around 5’4″ and 106 pounds. Her slender curves with nicely toned abs lead to B-cup breasts bordering on the next size up. Her curly brown hair is cut short and pops up at the top. She’s wearing her sexy rimmed glasses and her face is shaped into a “come hither” look with just a bit of the left side of the lip raised.



The negligee starts just a bit too high on her thighs sitting loosely across her body. The thin straps come down to a fancy lace design over the breasts. The pink color is accented by the flesh beneath that is readily visible. Just enough to give solid view of her abs and freshly trimmed pubic area. The lace over her breasts sits atop the same sheer pink and her brings her hardened nipples into focus. Her areas are large to be plainly visible through the left but take on a darker purple due to the fabric.



Everything about it is perfect and he replies, “Perfect. Keep and prance around the house.” He wants to get her into wearing it so there’s less chance that she changes into something more conservative before Rinse908 arrives.



The stream of camera pictures comes through showing her in various places around the house. She takes a vulgar picture plainly exposing her vagina by putting her leg up on the kitchen table. She lies around seductively on the couch. She leans over the railing on the stairs to give accent to her cleavage.



After it is all done he sends one final text, “You better be wearing that until I get home. Gotta get back to work.” Not even needing a reply he knows she’ll comply. He puts everything at his desk away and heads home.







He arrives back at the house about an hour into dark. He sees Rinse908 sitting his car a little ways down the street and makes no kind of acknowledgement. He heads around the house and places a house key under a brick near the back door. He continues walking around the side where he runs into Rinse908.



They say nothing to each other. Rinse knew the signal was James arrival home and James already told him where the key will be. Despite all of the James waits a moment to see Rinse go through the door. Rinse looks at him one more time for validation. James smiles and gives a thumbs up.



Rinse smiles and an erection can just barely be noticed under the porch light. He takes the key and opens the door.



James quickly moves to take up a position where he can see the event. He pulls a compact digital camcorder that he’d been keeping in his jacket as he moved around to the windows at the side of the house. He watches impatiently at the door from the basement while still eyeing the street to see if anybody notices his presence.



A car drives by and he ducks back behind a bush. As he hides, the very thought of it makes him laugh to himself. He doesn’t want the cops called on him for being a peeping tom, but it is his house. Still, not having to answer those questions, he doesn’t want to be spotted. Even worse, he and Rinse will both probably go to jail if the police show up and catch Rinse in the act.



James finds his way back to the window after the car is gone and returns to his vigil. He immediately sees that the door to the basement has already been opened, but was left in that state. No sign of Rinse or Sheryl. If he was taking her right now in the hallway he’d have no vantage point because of the door. Frustrated he bounds around to another part of the house.



James finally finds Rinse again through the windows. He has made his way to the bedroom. He’s remembered to put on his mask, a simple phantom mask, before getting so deeply into the house. The pace he’s moving indicates that he’s made his way through most of the place looking and has finally come to his goal: Sheryl is currently showering.



James sighs to himself. He’d hoped to see this happen when there were clothes to be torn. He’d hoped she’d be asleep so that maybe he could catch on digital film that exact moment when she realized that James was not the one that had come to bed at all.



James takes out his camera as he moves to the window for the bathroom. She’s closed the door to keep the steam in for her hot showers. They always leave her flesh red because she loses herself in the ecstasy of the steam and heat.



He sees the door begin to budge open and then stop with a mild shake. He can’t hear it or see it, but he knows Rinse has just opened the door a bit too fast and made more noise than he had intended. If she noticed, she doesn’t react despite.



James’ thoughts dwell for a moment on Rinse’s apprehension. He must be chiding himself for the mistake and is now listening to hear any reaction. Maybe the very fact that somebody was nervous about the door will give him away to her? James would have just opened the door. He also would have called out first.



Soon Rinse continues opening the door and James suddenly finds himself with another dilemma. The door blocks his shot from the camera and his ability to see! It’s too late for any of that and he prays that something will move the door so he can see what’s going on.



While still visually blocked, James hears a ruckus inside. He can hear a muffled scream from Sheryl and sees the shower curtain knocked out of place. When it falls it knocks over all of the shelves above the toilet. Finally this falls and pushing the door just a little bit closer to being closed.



At first he sees Rinse, dressed in his dark clothes that beginners think shields them from sight. Now in the bright bathroom he stands out as an attacker. Beneath him, and to the back of the tub, is Sheryl. She has slipped and fallen back while trying to fend him off. She takes a grip on his arms which gives him leverage to pull her forward. As he does she tries to kick him and he drops her over the side of the tub. She starts to reach and crawl to the door. He pushes the door closed denying her escape.



Sheryl screams and panics. She moves closer to the now denied exit. Lacking purchase she slips and falls out flat on the tiled bathroom floor. Her mouth is wide and tears begin to form on a face dominated by panic and fear. She puts her arms down to try and lift herself up, but slips, locking her arm into the corner of the bathroom. Panic and fear are joined by pain due to the force of it all.



Rinse takes her moment of weakness and decides to deviate from the plan. He pulls his cock out of his unzipped pants and goes to his knees behind her. As he does it forces her legs together and locks her in place.



James sees that Rinse has lost all restraint and realizes that one of their rules will soon be broken. Rinse didn’t take the time to put on a condom before he entered the bathroom and doesn’t seem like he’s going to now. A spark of rage fills James but there are only a few options.



He could bang on the window to try and get Rinse’s attention. This might fail outright consider the state Rinse is in. It would also betray that James is there and that he knows what’s going on. Why else would he be outside of the bathroom window?



He could run inside the house and stop the whole thing. This again would give away his ruse, and if he then tried to encourage Sheryl not to press charges in would make the whole collusion obvious. In the time it would take to get there Rinse would already be inside her and she’d have the same risk that necessitated James wanting a condom involved anyway.



Instead he decides to let it happen. There’s no way to stop it and the whole scene is too much fun to watch. He knew it might be bad for her anyway. His last thoughts are anger that his indecisiveness meant that he dropped the camera down from the best angle and lost the last ten seconds of the struggle.



Rinse leans forward and puts his hands on Sheryl’s shoulders pinning them to the ground. She shrieks in pain as this pushes all the support to her arm that’s pinned in the corner. She now has no hope of getting up because her only upper-body leverage has been denied.



Rinse takes one hand away from her shoulders and begins rubbing his erection through her ass cheeks. She responds by tensing and giving him more pressure to push against. He moves it a bit further down and takes away his hand so that his penis just inside her clenched cheeks above her asshole.



Her lips start to move, but she’s speaking too quietly for James to hear. He imagines she’s saying, “No. Please stop. Please no.” Rinse only takes it as an indication to move forward.



He pushes his penis further clearly making contact with her anus. She tries to jerk forward, but can’t move very far because her legs are pinned. He says to her, “So you don’t want that? I need lube anyway.” Tears stream down her face as he moves his penis under her cheeks. He takes a moment with his hand to find her cunt and plunges forward.



Rinse is clearly inside her now as his body moves forward into her backside than it had before. She takes the moment where one hand is occupied to try to adjust her arm to gain purchase. As he falls more deeply into her she is pinned further to the tile. Her arm slips and comes to rest underneath her breast. She screams and cries with the pain of her new position and the feeling of an unknown cock inside of her. Rather than being an allusion to something that could happen she is now being raped.



Rinse continues to thrust slowly moving her forward across the tile. Her clenched legs, clenched cheeks, and pleas to stop only drive him to thrusting harder and faster. Quickly she moves her arms to stop her face from being pushed into the bottom of the bathroom wall. Her breasts come loose and bounce underneath her.



She tries to roll over and he grips her by the hair with one hand. Continuing to thrust, he pulls her head until she’s arched up nearly as far as she can go. New pain fills her face as her mouth opens wide to let a gasp. Her breasts come up and continue to bounce and move freely in the air.



She reaches out looking for anything to grip and save her from this. Just as she barely takes hold of the sink counter, he lets go of her hair. Her whole body comes crashing forward. Having moved forward with Rinse’s motion, her face slams forward into the bathroom wall. The dull thud can be heard even outside for James. Even on his camera’s pickup.



Now the sounds of her crying are muffled by the scratch of her body along the wall as Rinse continues unphased. He puts his hands around her stomach no longer needing to restrain her by the shoulders. She reaches around at him and he takes her arm and twists it. She falls to the side pinning her face between the door and the wall.



He thrusts harder both driven by her struggle and his approach to climax. She, having run out of ideas for escape, ends most of her struggle with Rinse and simply struggles to deal with the pain of her wracked body.



As he approaches to the moment where he seems ready to cum, he stops. Through his hurried breath he yells, “Now I have lube!” He pulls back from her with his hips to shift position. Rather than fight, she simply adjusts her body to something more comfortable. The tears are no longer fresh but soak her face. She tenses in anticipation of what will come next.



Rinse thrusts forward relying on natural position to guide his cock to her asshole. He connects and she lurches forward without regard for the pain of her body against the wall as a new and more excruciating one radiates from her ass.



Rinse gives two hard thrusts pulling completely out before going back in each time. With each thrust she fails to use the opportunity and simply tenses for the next blow. At the end of the second, he stays inside of her. His body convulses and his grip tightens around her stomach as cums inside of her. Her eyes close and her face scrunches with the sustained intrusion.



Ten seconds or so pass and his body relaxes while his grip remains strong. She slowly pushes back away from the wall making it clear that she’s not fighting but finding a new, and hopefully more comfortable, position. She rests her head on the tile and cries, “I won’t turn around. Just go. Please just go.”



He pulls himself from her ass. His dick shines in the light and he takes a moment to examine his conquest. He releases his grip on her. When she makes no motion to move or escape, he pulls open her ass cheeks to look more carefully. James is frustrated that he can’t see whatever Rinse sees. She begins again, “Please not again. Just go.”



Rinse stands up and replies, “This never fucking happened.” He pulls the door open rolling her behind it and into the bathroom. He steps out and walks away.



James places the camera on the window sill pointing down to where Sheryl is left crying, beaten, broken, and raped. He heads around to the back door to meet Rinse. As Rinse exits, James approaches with an outstretched arm. Instinctively Rinse recoils, but soon relaxes as he realizes James has no ill intent.



James pushes forward and shakes Rinse’s hand. He smiles widely and says, “You were supposed to use a condom.”



Rinse looks awkward for a moment and then explains, “I forgot to put in on early like you said. I just got caught up in it. Is it,” he pauses, “Gonna be a problem?”



James chuckles a little, “Maybe. Just more incentive for me to keep things quiet. It was fun to watch. Thanks. Now get the hell out of here.”

Michelle returned from the bathroom after about 15 minutes.



I was still in my seat watching secretly from behind the mirror, wondering what Sandy had meant when she asked; “Do you like the show so far?”



The implication that there is more to come, but what more could these people do to my drunk wife?



More to the point; what would she let them do?



Sandy handed me a drink & left the room. I was watching Michelle walking around the main room a bit confused & obviously looking for me.



She had straightened her dress, touched up her makeup & let her blonde hair out.



Michelle looked a million bucks as she made her way past the dance floor, turning heads all the way to a glass table the corner of the room opposite the bar.



I got up, walked through a door & into the next room. I sat in the last chair at the far end, literally three metres from my wife, who was still looking around trying to find me.



Why could I hear the music I thought to myself?



I noticed a couple open air vents in the window just below the ceiling, which allowed me to hear fairly clearly.



One of the waiters walked over to Michelle and handed her an orange drink in a tall thin glass. She smiled, thanked him & turned away as he walked back to the bar. Now she was facing the mirror & sipping her drink, oblivious to the fact I was looking her in the eyes.



Michelle touched up her lipstick, adjusted her mask & played subtly with her hair in the reflection. She was clearly enjoying herself because she was swaying her hips & humming along to the music, not realizing she was staring right at me.



I was so fixated on her beauty that I didn’t even see them approach her, but soon Michelle was surrounded by three masked men.



“You’re very sexy Blondie.” The guy on the right said in a British accent, “Do you want to have some fun?”



“No thank you” Michelle replied, “I’m just waiting for my husband & then we’re going home.”



“But my friends & I want to fuck that pretty little ass of yours.” He said lewdly as he reached behind & grabbed her ass. “You know you want it baby.”



“Ewww don’t!” Michelle snapped as she slapped his hand away. “Fuck off!”



“Now don’t play rough babe,” He said as he took her arm by the wrist & used his other hand to grab her ass again. “Your ass is what school boy’s dream of when they jack off.”



“Yuck!” She said pulling a sour face, “That’s disgusting.”



“What can I say? You look like a teacher babe” he continued, “…and I’m just a horny school boy who deserves an F!”



“You’re a pig!” Michelle snapped at him, “Now let me go.”



Michelle’s other hand was holding her drink, so she was in a predicament as the other two guys closed in & crowded her space.



“Has your husband ever knocked on that pretty little back door?” The guy was becoming more vulgar, “Or do you tell him it’s dirty?”



“I don’t know…” Michelle started to speak but was cut off as the guy continued.



“You don’t know what?” He smirked, “If your husband has thought about fucking you from behind?”



“I… never… huh!” Michelle stuttered.



“Don’t worry baby, he has dreamt of it ever since you met” He cut her off again. “Men love nothing more than turning little princesses just like you into anal fuck-sluts!”



Michelle’s mouth dropped open in shock, “My god. That’s disgusting!” She turned & looked at him. “You’re a horrible pig!”



“Damn right, & you’re my dirty little fuck-slut!” he said as he leaned in and kissed her.



The kiss lasted for about 3 seconds before Michelle pulled her face away. “Don’t, I don’t want to.” She said annoyed.



Her mouth dropped open again, she let out a gasp. Her eyes were wide open & staring straight at me because the guy pulled her hand to his exposed 9 inch cock & rubbed it hard on his crotch.



“Relax, it won’t bite.” He said smiling as his other hand started groping her ass. “You love all this attention, don’t you slut?”



“Why are you doing this to me?” Michelle said confused as one of the other men placed his hand on her right breast. “Please stop, I don’t want to.”



“If you don’t want to, then why are you playing with my cock?” The guy asked.



I looked down & saw that every time he rubbed Michelle’s hand on his dick, he released the grip on her wrist. She was now stroking his cock by herself. Each time her hand moved down the shaft, her fingers gripped tighter.



His other hand was sliding up the front of her thigh, lifting her black cocktail dress higher each time & exposing the tops of her black stockings.



The guy beside her was pinching her nipple through the thin fabric of the dress, as the guy behind walked away to the corner. I watched him as he started to drag the glass table closer.



Michelle’s stockings were briefly but regularly on display as her assailants molested her body. The guy was whispering in her ear, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying.



He had worked both his hands high under her dress and was simultaneously playing with her front & back



“Do you like me rubbing your pussy slut?” he said.



Michelle sounded meek & spoke quietly. “Yes.”



“And what about when I put my finger here?” She gasped and shuffled forward a bit as he moved his other hand around on her ass. “Well teacher. Are you going to give me an A?”



Michelle looked ashamed while staring at her reflection & nodding reluctantly, as she agreed to the indecent proposal without saying a word.



“I’m going to let you suck my dick now slut.” He said still rubbing her crotch, “That way I will be lubed up for when I slide it into your asshole”



Michelle was confused, drunk & had completely lost her inhibitions by this stage. He put his hand on her head & guided her as she knelt down in front of him without releasing the grip on his cock.



Slowly she lent forward & started to lick the tip of his dick. Sliding her mouth over the head, she used her tongue while her hand continued stroking his shaft.



The guy grabbed the back of her head, clenched his fingers & twisted her hair as he pulled her closer. “That’s it slut, try to make me cum!”



Michelle was gradually taking more & more of this guys cock in her mouth. Deep-throating his shaft until she couldn’t fit anymore in.



He was rough & pulled her closer. “Just breathe slut, you won’t choke.” He said as she began to gag.



After a few minutes he suddenly jerked her head back, pulling it away from his dick. “Stand up slut!” he demanded.



Michelle stood up and looked at him, waiting for her next instruction. ‘Now show me those tits.”



Michelle noticed that there were now about fifteen people standing around her as she looked around, unsure of this command. “I haven’t got all day slut. Show me those tits!” He firmly said again.



Reluctantly, Michelle reached up and slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. She pulled the front of her black cocktail dress down & exposed her tiny pink nipples. They were hard & centered perfectly on her creamy white perky A-cup breasts.



My dick was like a rock as I watched my beautiful wife standing half naked in front of this crowd. I wanted to go out there & drag her away, but I was so turned on but the evening’s events, that I needed to see more.



“Turn around & face the table” the guy instructed as she slowly turned around. “Now lift your dress & show me that sweet ass.”



Michelle hiked her skirt up over her hips & held it in place. Her black thigh high stockings & garters attached looked amazing. She was now facing the growing crowd of onlookers.



They could see her shaved pussy through thin lace thong & I could see her perfectly formed ass as she stood like a statue waiting for her next instruction.



He walked up behind her & reached around to her chest. “These are fucking perfect.” He said as he massaged her breasts & licked her neck for a few moments again whispering in her ear.



“Alright slut” He said stepping back & pointing to the glass table. “Bend over that table, spread your legs & raise that fine ass high.”



As Michelle lent over the glass table & she was immediately startled by a guy lying on the floor looking straight up at her naked breasts. It didn’t stop her as she spread her legs about two feet apart & waited.



The guy knelt down behind her & buried his face in her ass. Michelle’s black lace thong was pulled aside as the guy started licking & tonguing her pussy & asshole like a hungry dog.



Michelle was resting on her elbows to start with, but she lowered her body onto the clear glass table as the pleasure became too much. With her breasts pressed onto the glass, she started moaning quite loudly & moving her hips in rhythm as he tongue-fucked her ass.



Because her eyes were closed, she didn’t see the guy under table pull out a video camera. Everything he was filming was now displayed on a large cinema size screen above the bar.



Everyone in the room was now watching my wife having her ass eaten out from two angles. Half the crowd turned to watch the screen as he continued filming the action.



The guy soon stood up behind her & wiped his mouth. Like clockwork, one of the waiters walked over & handed him a small bottle of lubricant.



Hooking his index finger under the thin g-string of her thong, he again pulled it to one side. With his other hand, he squirted lube into the crack of her ass & then onto his rock hard cock before throwing the bottle & rubbing lube all over the shaft & head.



He rested his hand on the small of her back & gently pressed his thumb onto her puckered asshole as Michelle stared panting like she was short of breath..



Michelle relaxed more & slowly his thumb started to slide in. The digit moved beyond his nail, then the knuckle where he held it steady allowing her to get used to it.



“Tell me you like that slut.” He said loudly. “Tell me you want it deeper.”



“I … like it.” Michelle exhaled as she spoke, “Give me… uhhh… More…”



He continued to press his thumb farther into her asshole. I looked up at the screen & could see her staring right at the camera. Michelle’s eyes were bloodshot & her face blushed pink as he worked his thumb in & out of he ass.



He moved closer behind her & removed his thumb. “I’ll give you more you fucking slut.”



Holding the head of his cock on her puckering asshole, he gripped her hips and began to push forward.



The head of his dick popped in, but he didn’t push too much. Instead he again waited for Michelle’s ass to relax and open up a bit more. This allowed her body to accept the invasion and made his insertion smoother.



Slowly but surly his cock was sliding farther into my wife’s ass. He reached around & began to rub her clit until all 9 inches were buried deep inside her.



He began to slide in & out now, pumping her from behind & still talking. “You like that, don’t you slut?”



On the big screen I could see Michelle’s nipples were pressed flat onto the glass as she gripped tight to the sides of the table. “Yes, yes… ummmm… Yes!” She mumbled in a fit of bliss.



Her cheek pressed onto the cold glass. Drool started to leak from the corner of her mouth & her lipstick smeared on the glass.



He was getting faster now & slapping her butt cheeks like he was riding a horse.



“Tell me you love it slut!” He demanded. “Tell me I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had!”



“Ohhh… I… Uhhh… Ohhhh… I love it!” Michelle yelled out in short, sharp breaths. “Fuck me hard, fuck me hard, fuck me…”



His hands were firmly pressing down on her ass as he started fucking her harder. With short sharp thrusts, Michelle was lost in this strange world of pleasure, grinding her sweaty hips to his rhythm.



Most of the people were watching then big screen when the guy neared his climax & started to lose rhythm & pull out.



“Cum in me!” Michelle screamed out between thrusts. “I want… uhhh… Cum in my ass you prick!”



“Aaaarrr… Yesss! That’s it you slut!” The guy grunted as he squeezed her hips, thrust forward & shot his load into my wife’s ass.



“Ooooaaaahhhh!” Michelle moaned as her body went limp on the table like she had climaxed also. “Uuummmm… Yummm…”



He withdrew his cock until it popped out of her, followed by a river of creamy white cum.



I watched in amazement as her dilated pink anus started to spasm & contract. Michelle was leaning face first on the table exhausted, with her legs still straight & her ass in the air.



The guy lightly slapped her ass cheek when he walked away, leaving her breathing heavily, exposed & vulnerable in front of the crowd.



Two women walked over. They helped Michelle up, turned her around & sat her back down on the edge of the table.



The dress was still bunched around her waist as she sat there looking dazed & confused with her arms dangling limp at her sides.



I was wondering what was going to happen next, then one of the women leaned in & started passionately kissing Michelle on the lips.



To be continued…

“You have a visitor Mr. Murphy,” the nursing home attendant told him. “Should I send her out here?”



He was in his wheel chair on the porch looking out over the garden. The doctors had given him 5 months before the cancer would consume his body… that was a year ago. He was ready to die. He just wished it would come quickly.



“Who is it,” he asked, “One of those assholes trying to get me to change my will?”



“I don’t think so,” the attendant replied. “She said her name is Cindy Vanderhoff.”



He sat up straight. That was a name he had not heard in a very long time. He smiled for the first time in weeks. His mind wandered back to his senior year in high school.



………………………………



The year was 1950. I was eighteen years old and in the 12th grade. We lived in one of those suburban communities just outside of Cincinnati where all the houses look the same. When I wasn’t in school I was working at the local hardware store. I had been on a few awkward dates, but most of my knowledge about sex was from listening to other boys talk in the locker room, and most of the time they didn’t know what they were talking about.



Our school had three kinds of girls. The “popular girls” hung in cliques. They were worried about protecting their reputations. What they did when they were alone with their boyfriends was never discussed. Then there were the bookworms, jocks and nerds who didn’t thrive on trying to impress boys with their looks or femininity. Finally there were the fast girls who liked to fool around. Some girls could straddle two categories but it was difficult.



Cindy Vanderhoff was in a category all by herself. She was 18 and beautiful by any standard. She had high cheekbones, big brown inviting eyes, a perfect smile and pearly white teeth. Her soft brown hair bounced against her shoulders. Her sway was graceful and feminine and her shapely breasts rode high on her chest. Every boy in the high school secretly lusted after Cindy. I was no exception.



Cindy had transferred to our school during her junior year. She was outwardly friendly to everyone but had remained somewhat aloof. She avoided hanging with the popular girls despite their best efforts to draw her into their cliques. Her best friend was a homely looking bookworm named Betsy Cox. Normally Betsy would have been classified a nerd but there were rumors that she had “put out” for some of the boys at the local college.



High school boys were like putty in Cindy’s hands. A smile and a friendly greeting in that soft and sexy voice had them tripping over themselves. She played hard to get and wouldn’t go out on a date until she had been asked several times. She seldom dated the same boy more than once. Those that went out with her often called Cindy the “ice queen” or a “cock tease.” A few boys claimed to have gone “all the way” with her but no one believed them.



Cindy was always nice to me and said hello when we passed in the hallway. It made my heart beat faster to know that she actually knew my name. One afternoon she and her dad walked into the hardware store where I was working. Cindy saw me and came over to say hello. She smiled and put her hand on my forearm. Whatever she said after that certainly didn’t register. I mumbled something unintelligible in response.



“Good,” she whispered in that sexy voice of hers as she was leaving. “Then I’ll see you at 6 on Friday. It’s okay that you don’t have a car. We can walk to the movies. Do you know where I live?”



Cindy scribbled her address on a piece of paper and handed it to me. Then she made my heart flutter with her smile and those big brown eyes. She squeezed my arm and walked away. I watched the back of her pedal pushers sway back and forth with each graceful step. It finally dawned on me that she had just asked me to take her to the movies.



I was terrified when I showed up at her house on Friday night. She opened the front door and greeted me with that heart-melting smile. She wore a sleeveless green dress that fell to her knees. The upper part was cut around her neck and molded snugly to her shapely breasts accentuating their contours. I had put on a nice pair of pants and a button up shirt to impress her.



“You look very handsome tonight,” Cindy greeted me. “I’ve wanted you to ask me out for a while and thought maybe you didn’t like me. Betsy said you were just shy and that I should take the initiative. I hope you don’t think I’m fast.”



I don’t remember much of what we discussed during the twenty minute walk to the movie theater. Cindy did most of the talking. About half-way there she slipped her hand into mine. Our fingers intertwined. I paid for the tickets and bought some popcorn. We sat near the back holding hands. Part way into the movie Cindy looped my arm around her shoulder and snuggled closer. She rested a hand on my knee. It made me dizzy with excitement.



After the movie ended we walked back to her house hand-in-hand. We reached her front porch. I was nervously trying to decide whether I dare kiss her goodnight when she invited me inside. We went into the front room and sat on the couch. Cindy explained that her parents wouldn’t be home until later. She snuggled close and pulled my arm around her. Her hand slid across my chest. She tilted her head and looked up at me.



“You can kiss me,” Cindy suggested with a whisper.



I was in way over my head. I was quite nervous that I wouldn’t live up to her expectations of what a kiss ought to be. She threw her arm around my neck. Our lips met. Hers felt so soft and sensual. It wasn’t just a peck on the mouth. It was a real kiss. Nothing remotely like this had ever happened to me and certainly not with the hottest girl in the high school.



Her tongue brushed across my lips. She gently pried my mouth open. I could feel her soft breast pressing into my chest. My hand slid to her waist and pulled her closer. Our tongues swirled together in a dance of passion. Her fingers ran through my hair. Her lips moved from my mouth to my neck and then up to my ear.



“I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to feel me,” she whispered in a soft sexy voice.



Cindy took my hand from her waist and guided it to the shapely swell pushing out from her dress. The hottest girl in school wanted me to feel her up. This was completely new territory for me. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I pressed my palm over her breast and rubbed it in circles. My fingers gently squeezed soft tissue.



“Yes,” she moaned encouraging my exploration.



Cindy slid her lips back to mine. I eagerly welcomed her tongue into my mouth. She lifted her arm to give me better access to her breast. I fondled her more aggressively squeezing the soft tissue firmly with my fingers. It was like I was living in a dream. I had never been so turned-on in my life. My hard cock felt as though it was going to rip through my pants.



“Don’t tell anyone I let you feel me up,” Cindy said pulling away from the kiss. “I only let you do it because I really like you. It’s not something I do with other boys.”



I’m not sure that I really believed her but I nodded my head anyway. She smiled at me like it was our little secret. We continued kissing. My fingers kneaded and massaged her soft breast through the dress she was wearing. She dropped her hand to my thigh dangerously close to my throbbing cock and aching balls.



Her lips moved to my ear. Her tongue pushed inside. Then her fingers slid across my bulge. She squeezed it gently. I couldn’t stop what happened next. My cock pulsed. Spurt after spurt of hot cum exploded into my pants. I tried to disguise my orgasm by coughing. Cindy took her hand off my spewing cock and looked at me with concern.



“Are you okay?”



I assured her that I was and wondered if she already knew what had happened. I excused myself to use the bathroom and was able to minimize the damage before much had seeped through to my pants. When I returned Cindy told me that her parents would be home soon. At the front door she kissed me goodnight and said that she had a really good time.



That weekend I pounded my cock raw reliving the experience. On Monday at school Cindy acted as though nothing special had happened between us. She was friendly but never mentioned our date. I became convinced that I was just another check mark on her list of boys. I was even more convinced when she went out with Bobby Parker the following weekend.



A week later Cindy asked if I could come to her house on Saturday to study history. It wasn’t exactly a date but I held out some wild hope that it might lead to something more. When I showed up at her front door, history book in hand, she greeted me with a punch in the arm. She was wearing a pair of white pedal pushers and a red knit top that stretched across her shapely tits.



“You never asked me out after our last date. I thought you liked me. I had to go out with that creep Bobby Parker because I didn’t have another date. All he wanted to do was grope me but I wouldn’t let him.”



That wasn’t the story Bobby was telling about their date but I didn’t say anything. Instead I mumbled an apology and said something feeble about work. She stood there pouting for several seconds before breaking into a smile. Cindy threw her arms around me and held me close. I could feel her soft breasts pressing against my chest — the same breasts I had squeezed only two weeks earlier — and possibly so had Bobby Parker last weekend.



“It’s okay. I forgive you. Let’s go to my room.”



I learned that neither her parents nor sister were at home. I followed her down the hall watching her ass cheeks moving back and forth against the tight material covering them. Her bedroom was decorated with a collection of dolls like she was still in grade school. Her twin bed was against the wall. It had a canopy and a frilly bedcover with purple flowers. An array of stuffed animals was piled on the pillows.



“We can study up here,” Cindy suggested climbing onto the bed.



Cindy kicked off her shoes and sat with her back to the wall and her knees pulled up. I joined her on the bed. She snuggled close and pulled my arm around her shoulder.



“You know what? I don’t feel like studying. I feel like kissing.”



She threw her arm around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues danced together swapping saliva through our open mouths. My hand went to her waist and slowly inched its way up her body to her breast. Cindy lifted her arm encouraging my exploration. My hand moved over her shapely swell. My fingers squeezed and fondled the soft tissue.



“Let’s kiss lying down,” Cindy whispered. “It’ll more comfortable.”



Cindy stretched out on the bed like a model with a hand behind her head and motioned for me to join her. I slid down next to her. She pulled my arm around her neck and pushed me onto my back. She moved her upper body over me until her face was directly above mine. Our lips met again. Our tongues mingled. My hand went back to her breast. I squeezed it gently with my fingers. She moaned into my mouth.



Cindy fumbled with something behind her back as we continued to kiss. Then she guided the hand that was squeezing her breast under her top. She had loosened her bra. My fingers slid underneath it and glided across the warm skin of her naked breast. It pulsed with life against my fingertips. My heart was pounding with excitement. I felt like I was in a dream.



“Mmmmmm…” she moaned encouraging my exploration.



My fingers continued to squeeze and fondle her soft and warm tissue. Cindy kissed my neck and moaned with pleasure at what I was doing. Her hand slid down to my thigh squeezing and massaging it not far from where my cock was straining to rip through the front of my pants. I rubbed my thumb across her hard nipple.



“Yes… right there,” she whispered slipping her lips up to my ear. “Pinch them.”



I rolled the hard nubs between my thumb and forefinger. Cindy gasped. Her hand slid over my bulge. She rubbed her fingers across its length. I continued to squeeze her naked breast and pinch her nipple. Her hand moved faster. She pushed her tongue into my ear. My poor cock couldn’t take much more. Just before I lost it she pulled her hand away.



“It’s dangerous being with you,” Cindy said rolling onto her back. “I hope you don’t think I’m like this with everyone.”



I assured her that I didn’t even though I was quite sure she was just feeding me a line that she used with all her dates. We kissed some more lying on our sides and facing each other. My hand found its way under her top. I squeezed and fondled her naked breasts. Cindy pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me straddling me with her knees. I could feel her mound pressing against my hardness.



Cindy sat up and looked down at me with a wicked grin on her face. She grabbed the bottom of her red top with her fingers and pulled it up over her head throwing it into a corner of the bed. Then she shrugged out of her bra. She crossed her arms in front of her breasts like she was trying to hide them from me.



“If I let you see them you can’t tell anyone,” Cindy said with a serious look on her face. “I trust you.”



She dropped her arms. I found myself looking up at the first pair of naked breasts I had ever seen. They were more than incredible. I gazed like a hungry dog at the two ripe melons hanging from Cindy’s chest. Light brown nipples capped by hard tips puffed out from the lily white flesh. I stared with an awestruck look on my face.



“I hope you like them,” she said cupping the two pear-shaped beauties with her hands. “They’re not very big… nothing like Kathy Brown’s.”



They were plenty big in my book. Besides, she was not making a very fair comparison. Kathy Brown was by far the most top-heavy girl in school. She was also a slut, or so it was rumored.



“Take off your shirt,” she said more as an order than a request.



I quickly ripped the shirt from my body. Cindy reached down and slid her hands across my stomach and chest. She even rubbed my nipples with her fingertips. I was surprised at how sensitive they were. Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. I felt the warmth of her naked breasts pressing against my skin. Her hard nipples dug into my chest.



My hands slid down her naked back and pulled her closer. I could feel her grinding against my hard cock as we kissed. She seemed to be concentrating all the pressure on my knob rubbing against a specific spot of her pussy. She slid her lips to my neck. Her moans as gasps got louder. Her movements against my cock seemed more desperate. I knew if she kept it up I was going to cum in my pants for the second time.



“Oh… oh… oh… yes… yes… yes… uuunnnngggghhhh…mmmmmpppphhhh…”



I felt her body stiffen. Cindy grabbed my hair and yanked. She bucked against me in a series of uncontrollable spasms. She squealed and shrieked like she was in pain. She finally collapsed forward onto my body still shaking. I was so close to losing it that I was seeing stars. Just in the nick of time she rolled off me and rested her head on my chest trying to catch her breath.



“Wow,” she gasped. “I think I just had a climax… a big one.”



I sort of knew that a climax was a female version of what happened when I shot my load. It couldn’t be the same though. Certainly girls didn’t shoot like men. The fact that Cindy Vanderhoff had one with me was more than exciting, but I found it ironic that she had just “cum in her pants” and was telling me about it. I was embarrassed when it happened to me and wasn’t about to tell her how close I had come to doing it again.



“It was just like Betsy said it would be,” Cindy continued like it was the first one she ever had. “It was like… I don’t know… like a feeling of bliss with everything swirling out of control.”



Cindy rubbed her hand across my stomach as she lay there with her head on my chest. My poor cock was pushing out from the front of my pants in a desperate attempt to escape. Her hand traveled across my belt buckle. I felt her fingers slide over the bulge my cock was making.



“Does… um… does it hurt?” Cindy asked sliding her fingers down my length. “I mean to be like that… you know… hard when you’re wearing pants. It doesn’t look very comfortable.”



Yes, I wanted to say. It is damned uncomfortable and it will stay that way until I shoot my load which I need to do in the worst way and if you keep rubbing it like that I will be spewing in my pants in no time. All I was able to manage was a grunt.



“Um… you can… um… take it out if you want. I mean so it won’t be so uncomfortable. I wouldn’t mind.”



It took a few seconds for me to comprehend what she had said. Did she really want to see my cock? Did I want to show it to her? I wondered how many others had she seen and how mine would compare. As these thoughts raced through my mind Cindy began to unfasten my belt. She was having trouble so I helped. Next went my zipper. I pushed down my pants and briefs until hard cock bounced free.



“Oh my gosh, it’s beautiful… and so big and hard,” she exclaimed excitedly. “It has kind of like a helmet on top.”



Cindy was acting like this was the first cock she had ever seen. That wasn’t what Bobby Parker had told everyone in the locker room but it really didn’t matter. Cindy looked at me with those big brown eyes like she was seeking permission to touch it. Then she looked back at my cock. She reached out with her hand. Her fingertips brushed against my hard flesh. My cock pulsed releasing a small trickle of pre-cum. Her eyes got even bigger.



“Did… did you just shoot? I thought there was supposed to be more stuff, at least that’s what Betsy said.”



Apparently Betsy was the authority of all things sexual. I shook my head no. This conversation was getting a little uncomfortable for my taste. She ran a finger across my knob and through the sticky fluid. She continued to trace down my shaft exploring the ridges and veins. Cindy finally wrapped her hand around my shaft and gently squeezed with her fingers.



“It feels so alive,” Cindy said.



Her hand moved up and down in slow gently strokes. She turned her head and looked at me with those big brown innocent eyes. She smiled and turned her head back to concentrate on the task she was performing. If this was her first hand-job she could have fooled me. Her fist moved up and down faster. She gripped me more firmly.



“Is it going to shoot?” Cindy asked. “How will I know?”



The question was too late. Every ounce of energy in my body rushed to my groin. My balls shrunk. My cock swelled. I closed my eyes and grunted. A powerful geyser of hot cum spewed from the tip like a rocket. I lifted off the bed thrusting my cock up through her fingers. She held me tightly as spurt after spurt continued to blast out from the tip. It seemed to go on forever.



“Wow… that was so much stuff,” Cindy said excitedly.



I opened my eyes and looked up at Cindy. She was smiling down at me like a little girl on Christmas morning. Her hand was wrapped around my drained cock which was still hard. Cum oozed over her fingers. Some had streaked up her right arm. There were a few drop on her tits but the majority of my huge load had landed on my stomach and chest.



“It’s still big,” Cindy said stating the obvious. “How long does it stay that way? Betsy told me that after a boy shoots he goes soft.”



Maybe this really was her first hand-job despite the locker room banter. She finally pulled her sticky fingers from my cock and examined them closely. She even lifted them to her nose and sniffed.



“So this is the stuff that makes babies. That is so cool. And I made you do it — shoot I mean. It’s like magic. I guess I had better go clean-up. I’ll be right back.”



Feeling self-conscious, I pulled up my pants and put my cock back in its prison. Cindy returned with a wet towel so I could wipe the mess off my stomach and chest. Then she snuggled her topless body against mine. We kissed some more. My mouth trailed down to her neck. Cindy pushed my head down further and guided my lips to her nipple. Not entirely sure what I was doing, I sucked it into my mouth and swirled my tongue over the hard tip.

“Yes,” she moaned running her fingers through my hair.



I moved to the other nipple. My hand was resting on her stomach. I pushed it down inching my way towards her pussy. She didn’t stop me. My hand slid down the front of her pedal pushers and over her mound. Cindy spread her legs. I slid my fingers down between them and pressed them against her pussy. She moaned.



Cindy humped my fingers while I sucked her nipples. She pulled my head up and kissed me with passionate desperation. Our tongues swirled against each other. My fingers dug aggressively against her pussy. Cindy reached down and grabbed my hand. She shoved it inside the front of her pedal pushers. My fingers slid into her panties. I felt the soft curls of her pubic hair. My fingertip parted the moist folds of her pussy.



“Ooohhhh… oh yes.”



Once again I was in unfamiliar territory. Cindy came to the rescue. She unzipped her pedal pushers making it easier for me to move my fingers. Then she slid her hand over mine. She guided my fingertip to a tiny protrusion poking out from the top of her slit.



“Right there,” she gasped. “Rub me there.”



And so I did. It was like setting off a stick of dynamite. Her gasps and squeals became louder. She squirmed against my finger. Her fingers had a death grip on my forearm. My lips moved to her neck and nibbled on the thin skin.



“Faster,” she gasped.



My finger moved faster and faster. I concentrated most of the pressure on her tiny button but occasionally my finger slipped down her slit and through her folds which were slimy from her secretions. I moved my mouth to her nipple and sucked it into my mouth. Cindy was frantically humping against my finger.



“Ooohhh… ooohhhhhh… aaaahhhhhh,” she gasped throwing her head back.



Her body jerked and bucked in a series of spasms. She shook violently. I continued to rub her with my finger. A gush of something warm sprayed out from her pussy. I bit down on her nipple and sent her into another series of screaming spasms. Her body twisted and jerked back and forth on the bed.



“Uuuunnnnnnnggggg… aaaaahhhhhh…”



Cindy grabbed my hand and guided my middle finger between her folds until it slipped into her opening. I pushed. She was tight but my finger slowly disappeared into her body. I couldn’t believe my finger was now inside a pussy — not just any pussy either. I was fingering the hottest girl in school. She was so warm and tight and pulsing with life.



“Move it,” she gasped.



I pumped. She moved against me. My head was spinning. My cock felt like it was going to rip through my pants. My finger went in and out faster and faster. It made faint squishing sounds from all the juices sloshing around inside her. Her thighs were opening and closing around my hand.



“Oh… oh… oh god… aaaaaeeeeeeeeeeee…aaaaahhhhhhhhh…”



Cindy lifted her ass off the bed. Her fingers dug into the skin of my arm. Her body trembled and jerked and bucked. Juices gushed out from her pussy and seeped onto my hand. I continued pumping in and out of her body until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She finally rolled onto her side facing away from me and still shaking from the experience.



“What are you doing to me?” Cindy finally said after catching her breath. “I thought my insides were going to explode.”



Cindy went into the bathroom. When she came back we resumed our explorations. Before I left she jerked me off again and I fingered her to several mind blowing orgasms. I went home and relived the experience for the rest of the weekend with my hand wrapped around my cock. I was still having a hard time believing this had happened to me.



When I saw Cindy on Monday I was not going to make the same mistake I had previously made so I immediately asked her to go to the movies with me that weekend. She pouted and told me she was grounded from dating because of her grades. Then she smiled and punched me in the arm saying that she was joking.



I showed up at her house at 6:30 on Friday. Cindy didn’t look at all dressed for a date. She was wearing tight white pedal pushers and a gray sweatshirt. She looked out the door in both directions and quickly pulled me inside explaining that her parents and her sister would be out for several hours. I followed her back to her room.



“I hope you don’t mind if we hang out here,” Cindy said climbing onto the bed. “I can still get dressed and we can go to the movies if you want.”



I didn’t want. I joined her on the bed. We sat against the wall. She snuggled up to me. Our lips met. We fell down on the bed. My hands slid under her sweat shirt. She wasn’t even wearing a bra. My fingers kneaded the warm flesh of her breasts and tugged at her erect nipples. Her hand slid down the front of my pants and across the rapidly expanding bulge. After a few minutes of kissing and touching Cindy sat up and removed her sweatshirt.



“You have to take yours off too,” she told me and so I did.



My hand found its way inside her pedal pushers and panties. My lips slid down and sucked a nipple into my mouth. She gasped when a finger plunged into her hot pussy. I pumped it in and out of her body. She twisted and squirmed against me. I felt her jerk when the orgasm hit. Juices poured out from her pussy in a gush. I moved my finger to her little button and rubbed her to another orgasm. She finally pushed me away.



“Betsy said that some girls are gushers when they have a climax,” Cindy told me snuggling close after catching her breath. “I guess that’s me. I hope you don’t mind.”



I wasn’t sure what she meant by the word ‘gusher’ but thought it must have something to do with the amount of fluid coming out of her pussy. I had no idea whether this was normal or not. Not that I really dwelled on it very long. My cock was about to rip a hole in my pants. I need to unload in the worst way. Cindy came to the rescue.



“Do you need to shoot?” She asked sliding her hand over my bulging cock. “It feels like it.”



I reached down and helped her unbuckle my pants and push them down along with my boxers. . My hard cock sprung free and shot up from between my legs like a rocket on a launch pad. Cindy sat up and wrapped her fingers round me. I watched her tits jiggle back and forth on her chest as she stroked. It didn’t take long. My cock swelled. My balls tensed.



“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH…”



I came up off the bed. Cum spewed from my cock like an erupting volcano. One spurt after the next exploded from the tip. When I was drained I fell back on the bed breathing hard. Cindy’s hand was still wrapped around me. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at her.



“That is a lot of stuff,” Cindy said wiping a small speck that had landed on her chin. “This time it got all over me.”



Sure enough there was cum up the side of her arm and speckled across her breasts. More had oozed over her hand. There were a couple of globs on her stomach, but most of my huge load had landed on her pedal pushers and was soaking into them.



“I better go clean up,” she said climbing out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”



I remained laying on the bed still dazed and weak from the huge orgasm that had exploded from my cock. My pants were down around my knees. My spent member was draped over my thigh. Cindy returned from the bathroom wearing only a pair of white cotton panties. I watched her naked tits jiggle on her chest as she walked towards me. She sat down on the edge of the bed without any apparent shyness about her nearly naked state.



“My pants were a mess,” Cindy told me as she rolled onto the bed and snuggled up next to me, “So I took them off. I hope you don’t mind.”



I didn’t. My arm found its way around her shoulder and pulled her closer. Cindy buried her head in my neck. She gently kissed and nibbled the thin skin. Her hand rubbed my chest. She even tweaked my nipples. Cindy’s lips moved up to my ear. We kissed. Cindy’s hand slid down my body. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and slowly stroked.



“It’s hard,” she whispered. “Are you going to shoot again?”



I was quite sure if she kept doing what she was doing I would be spewing another load of cum in no time. Cindy let go of my cock and swung her knee over my body. She climbed on top and straddled me. I put my arms around her and pulled her tightly against me. I could feel her naked breasts and the hard tips of her nipples against my bare chest.



We continued to kiss. Cindy rubbed her panty-covered pussy against my swollen knob. My hands slid down her back and over the cheeks of her firm ass. I helped guide her motions as she squirmed and rotated against me. Cindy shifted until my knob was pressing against her little button through her panties. She continued to squirm against me. She lifted her head.



“Oh… oh… oh… aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…”



Her fingers dug into my shoulders. Her body stiffened. She ground her pussy hard against my cock. Cindy shrieked. Her body shook and jerked in a series of violent spasms. Something warm trickled over my shaft. She continued to squirm against me shaking and gasping for air. She finally collapsed against me still shaking from the ordeal.



“Wow… I get those so easily with you.”



My cock had shifted and was now pressed against her opening through her soaked panties. We resumed kissing. Cindy squirmed against my knob. I pushed back. The tip of my cock seemed to go deeper into her opening even though it was still pressed against her panties. I pulled back just slightly and pushed up into her again going even deeper. I did it again and again.



Cindy threw her head back and screamed. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders so hard I thought she might draw blood. Juices seeped through her panties and trickled down the length of my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock swelled. I grunted. Cum blasted against her wet panties which were wedged into the opening of her pussy. I kept shooting and shooting until I was drained.



Cindy collapsed against me. We held each other breathing hard. I felt her body shudder several times. My spent cock remained lodged in her opening through her drenched panties. After catching her breath Cindy finally rolled off me and snuggled close pulling my arm around her. We sat there in silence holding each other. Cindy finally spoke.



“You shot your stuff, didn’t you? I can tell. My panties are a mess.”



She rolled onto her back, hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties and slipped them down her legs. For the first time I saw her pussy. From the angle that I was looking it was mostly a strip of curly hair covering her mound. Cindy sat up on the side of the bed holding her panties between two fingers.



“I better wash these before mom sees them. She would kill me.”



They were so wet that a strand of cum dripped from the crotch. Cindy giggled and threw them onto the floor. She snuggled her now completely naked body against mine. My semi-hard cock was still exposed. Cindy rested her head on my chest and looked down at it. She reached out and rubbed her fingers over it.



“I can feel it growing,” Cindy said as she rubbed her thumb across my knob and over my slit. “Betsy said that it usually takes a long time before boys can shoot again but you already shot twice and you’re still hard. Does it mean that you’re ready to shoot again?”



I had no idea, but I was pretty sure that with the right stimulation Cindy could make it happen. She wrapped her fingers around me and began to slide her fist up and down.



“I just love touching it.”



Her hand went faster and faster. She kept it up for several minutes. I could feel my balls regenerating more cum but I wasn’t quite ready to shoot. Cindy finally pulled her hand away.



“I guess it’s not ready yet, huh?” Cindy proclaimed shaking her tired hand. “I’ll do it some more if you want but first I have to go pee. I’ll be right back.”



Cindy climbed off the bed and stood. I gazed at the firm cheeks of her bare ass separated by a dark cleft down the middle. When she bent over to pick up her panties her puffy pussy lightly covered with curly hair peeked out at me from between her thighs. A thin gash separated the swollen lips into two halves. I felt my cock twitch as I gazed at this majestic image. I could barely breathe.



Cindy disappeared into the bathroom. I sat up on the edge of the bed with my jeans bunched around my ankles and my hard cock poking up from between my legs. I thought about pulling them up to cover my nakedness, but she had already seen my cock so there really was nothing to hide. Besides, Cindy was naked so why shouldn’t I be? I kicked my jeans from my feet and waited for her return.



Cindy came out of the bathroom. I watched her tits jiggle as she walked over to the bed. She stopped and stood in front of me completely naked staring down at my hard cock. I gazed at her hairy mound and tried to imagine a stream of hot golden pee shooting out from the gash down the middle. Cindy looked down to where my eyes were focused.



“Boys are so much more interesting than girls,” Cindy said. “With girls everything is hidden on the inside.”



I didn’t agree but I wasn’t about to argue. Cindy reached down and spread her pussy lips open as if to prove her point. The pink folds which had been hidden inside the gash pushed their way forward and parted slightly. At the top of her slit was a tiny protrusion which poked out like a button from a fleshy boat surrounding it. Cindy put her fingertip on it.



“This is my clitoris.”



I couldn’t believe that Cindy Vanderhoff, the hottest girl in school, was presenting her pussy to me like we were at show-and-tell. My cock twitched. I was half tempted to wrap my hand around my throbbing shaft and jerk-off right there in front of her. It wouldn’t take much to make me shoot with her pussy staring at me like that. Cindy began to move her finger across her hard protrusion.



“It’s where I rub when I’m alone at night,” she told me biting her lower lip.



I could see the wild look in her eyes. Her finger continued to move across her tiny button. I did the only polite thing — I wrapped my hand around my shaft and joined her in a mutual masturbation demonstration. My eyes remained glued to her pussy. I watched Cindy flutter her finger across her clit. My hand pumped my cock in rapid strokes. Cindy bent her knees and spread her thighs. Her finger went faster and faster.



Cindy’s gasps and moans got louder. Her finger was now flying across her clit. Her thighs were opening and closing in jerky movements. Suddenly her entire body stiffened. She squealed. A small spray of sticky fluid gushed out of her pussy. More dribbled down her legs. Her knees almost buckled. Her finger slid between her folds. I watched it disappear all the way into her opening.



I could no longer hold back. I stood with my knees bent and hammered my cock. A powerful jet of hot cum exploded from the tip and splashed against her pussy. More splattered onto her hand and thighs. Cindy continued to ram her finger in and out of her body. Juices sprayed out of her pussy and streamed down her legs. Cindy threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. We both fell back onto the bed.



That was when we heard the front door open. I grabbed my clothes and climbed out the window. Cindy ran into the bathroom, locked the door and turned on the shower. I pulled on my clothes and watched. Her sister Dana walked in and knocked on the bathroom door. I could see a man waiting in the doorway.



Cindy answered with a towel wrapped around her body. They exchanged some heated words. Cindy pointed to the man in the doorway. It was hard to hear exactly what they were saying but bitch and slut were definitely part of the vocabulary. Dana finally stomped out and slammed the door behind her. I left and went home.



The phone rang Saturday morning. My mom answered it and called me all excited telling me there was a girl on the phone. It was Cindy. I stood there with my mom looking at me with big eyes. Cindy babbled on for a few minutes and finally asked me if I wanted to take her to the movies that afternoon. I agreed to my mom’s delight.



I picked up Cindy at 2:30. She was dressed in a gray skirt and tight green top that was molded to the contours of her shapely tits. We sat in the back row. I put my arm around her. Cindy rested her head on my shoulder. My hand slipped under her arm and squeezed the soft tissue of her breast through her blouse. She rubbed my thigh occasionally letting her hand slide across my bulge.



“Let’s go back to my house,” Cindy suggested when the movie was over. “My parents won’t be back for a few hours.”



We walked hand in hand back to her house. Once again Cindy did most of the talking. As we were nearing her house we saw a car pull into the driveway. Her sister and some guy got out and went into the house. It was a different man from the one that had been standing in the doorway to Cindy’s room yesterday when I escaped out the window.



“Damn,” Cindy swore. “My parents are out at some big function and told me they wouldn’t be home until late. I was hoping we could spend some time alone but that bitch had to bring one of her boyfriends here. She’s always doing that.”



“That’s okay,” I reassured her. “We could go for a soda if you want.”



“No it’s not okay,” she fumed. “Let’s go spy on the bitch. I’m going to get the goods on her this time.”



We went around back and quietly opened the kitchen door. Once inside we listened. We heard laughter coming from down the hall. Cindy put a finger to her lips and told me to follow her. We went into Cindy’s room. She turned on a bedside lamp so we could see what we were doing. The two girls shared a bathroom. Cindy motioned for me to follow her. We listened at the door on Dana’s side and could hear them kissing. Cindy cracked it open far enough so we could see.



Dana was on the bed with her boyfriend — more of a man really. They were frantically kissing with their tongues. His hand was under her blouse feeling her tits. We watched with amazement as Dana slid her hand over the bulge in his jeans and rubbed it. Dana finally sat up and pulled off her blouse and then her bra. My eyes feasted on her naked tits which were bigger than Cindy’s and absolutely gorgeous.



Dana fed a nipple to the mouth of the man she was with. She moaned as he licked and sucked first one and then the other. Her hand moved back to the bulge in his jeans. My cock was so hard from watching that it felt like it was going to rip through my pants. I could barely breathe. Cindy looked up at me with eyes full of wonder and smiled wickedly.



Dana used both hands to unfasten his jeans. He reached down to help her. She finally managed to get them and his briefs far enough down his thighs for his hard cock to pop free. It was huge and had to be at least eight inches long. A dark crop of pubic hair surrounded the base. Dana wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke.



What happened next caught me completely by surprise. Dana leaned over and swirled her tongue around the knob of his cock. Then she slipped it into her mouth and slid her lips down his shaft. Her head bobbed up and down. We could hear faint sucking and slurping sounds and see spit drooling down his shaft.



“Oh yeah baby… suck my cock… aaahhh… yes… use your tongue… oh fuck that feels so good.”



Encouraged by his words Dana became more aggressive. Her mouth went faster and faster. Her hand slid down and massaged his balls. Spit was flying off her lips. We could hear loud gagging and sucking sounds. We watched her slip a hand into her pedal pushers and could see her fingers moving inside them as she rubbed her pussy. His hands grabbed the back of her head to guide her motions.



My own cock was throbbing so hard I thought it might explode into my pants. Dana’s boyfriend thrust faster and faster into her mouth. His face contorted. He grunted. Dana kept her lips clamped tightly around him. After several seconds we saw something white and gooey drool from her lips and down his shaft.

Dana pulled her mouth off his cock. She closed her lips but not before a dribble of cum trickled down her chin. She looked down at her boyfriend who was still recovering and gulped twice. Using her finger she cleaned her chin and put that into her mouth as well. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.



“Just a sec. I’m going to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”



We quickly scrambled back into Cindy’s room locking the door behind us. My cock was screaming. My balls were aching. We waited until we could hear the toilet flush and Dana leave the bathroom before moving or making any noise at all. Cindy sat down on the side of her bed. I could see her looking at me in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Her eyes were desperate.



I stepped closer. My cock felt like it was going to rip through the front of my pants. Cindy reached out with a hand and rubbed it across my bulge. She tugged at my zipper. I unsnapped my pants and pushed them down my thighs along with my boxers. My hard cock sprung free and poked up from between my legs.



Cindy wrapped her hand around my hard meat and slowly stroked. I stepped closer. Cindy leaned forward and looked up at me with wild eyes. I knew what she was going to do. Her tongue shot out and flicked across my knob. She pulled her hand from my cock. I watched her lips part and slide down my throbbing shaft.



My head was pounding as Cindy took me deeper into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my shaft and over my knob. She bobbed her head up and down. I let her do all the work trying my best to hold back for as long as I could. My cock plunged into her hot and wet mouth again and again. Spit was drooling from her lips. Cindy slid a hand under her skirt and into her panties.



I felt my balls tighten. I put my hands on her head and grunted. Cum exploded into her mouth in spurt after spurt until it was drooling from her lips. I was nearly spent when she stiffened. She gasped desperately for air as her finger continued to fly across her clit. Cum drooled out of her mouth and down my shaft. It dripped from my balls onto the floor.



Cindy kept my spent cock in her mouth as the final vestiges of her orgasm passed. She finally pulled away and looked up at me. Cum was still drooling from her lips and running down her chin. Some of it had splattered onto her thighs. She pulled her hand out of her panties and wiped her mouth. I had no idea what to say. Cindy finally broke the silence.



“I always thought those kinds of things were disgusting acts that only perverts did in dirty movies, but then I saw Dana do it and I couldn’t help myself. I even let you shoot in my mouth… and I liked it. I got off on it. What am I becoming? You can’t tell anyone what we just did, okay?”



I nodded still in a daze from unloading into her mouth. We both turned our heads when we heard a loud shriek coming from Dana’s room.



“They’re at it again,” Cindy said looking at me with big eyes. “I want to watch.”



She took my hand and led me into the bathroom. Being very careful she slowly cracked opened Dana’s door and stooped down to watch. I stood over her and peeked into the room. Dana was on her back with her legs spread and knees pulled to her shoulders. Her panties and pedal pushers were lying on the floor. Her boyfriend had his head buried between her thighs.



Dana had her hands on his head and was squirming against him. We could hear loud sucking and slurping sounds interspersed by her loud moans. It finally dawned on me that he was licking her pussy. Dana squealed when her boyfriend shoved two fingers into her body. From the angle we were watching we could see them moving in and out of her juicy hole. He was using his tongue on her clit.



“Yes… yes… lick my pussy baby… fuck me with your fingers… that’s it… right there… yes… I’m going to climax… oh god… uuuunnngggghhhh…”



Dana threw her head back and screamed. She thrashed and jerked and bucked against his thrusting fingers and probing tongue. We could hear wet squishing sounds coming from her pussy. She finally squeezed her legs together and pushed him away. A thick strip of curly pubes covered her swollen mound. I could see glistening pink lips peeking out from the gash down the middle.



“Oh baby that was so good,” Dana exclaimed with a final gasp. “Do you want me to get you off again?”



“You mean I can fuck you?”



“Tom, I told you I wasn’t going to do that on our first date. I’ll suck you again if you want.”



“Will you let me cum on your face?”



“Why is it that you guys are all the same? I guess… I mean if you really want to.”



Tom straddled her body, lifted her head and shoved his cock between her lips. This time he was in charge. He grabbed her hair and fucked her face hard driving his cock deep into her mouth on each thrust. Dana gagged and choked from his aggressive assault but did her best to keep up with his punishing jabs. A flood of spit drooled from her lips and streamed down her neck. She gasped for air when he finally pulled out of her mouth.



Tom slapped his hard cock across her face and then climbed out of bed pulling Dana around until her head was hanging over the edge of the mattress. His cock speared back into her mouth. He showed no mercy driving his meat into her throat on each thrust. Spit streamed down her face running up her nose and into her hair. Dana slipped a hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She obviously loved what he was doing to her.



Once again he pulled his cock out of her mouth releasing a flood of spit that ran down her face and dripped onto the floor. She was gasping and out of breath. He slapped his cock across her face several times and rammed it back down her throat. She gagged and choked as he furiously fucked her face. Her fingers flew across her clit.



Tom grabbed his cock, pulled it from her mouth and aimed it at her face. A powerful stream of hot cum splashed against her cheek. Another blast hit her between the eyes. He moved forward and pumped several spurts onto her tits and then back to her face where he deposited the final few drops. Dana’s fingers dug into her pussy. She arched her back and screamed.



Dana was still on her back with cum running down her face mixing with the spit in her hair when Cindy and I closed the door and went back to her room. We were both trembling from what we had just witnessed. She threw her arms around me. Our bodies melded together in a tight embrace. Our lips met. Our tongues danced in a swirl of spit.



Cindy pulled away from the kiss and took a step back. Her top came off and then her bra. She reached under her skirt and removed her panties. She took my hand and led me to the bed. She sat down fumbled with my belt. I helped her unfasten my pants. My hard cock popped free. Cindy leaned forward and took me between her lips. She looked up at me with those big brown eyes as my hard cock slid in and out of her mouth.



I was about to lose it when she pulled her lips off me. Cindy fell back on the bed and motioned for me to join her. I climbed on top and kissed her. She pushed down on my head. I kissed her neck. She continued pushing me down. I sucked a nipple into my mouth. She pushed me further down her body. My lips trailed across her bare stomach. She pulled up her skirt and pulled her legs back. I found myself staring at her naked pussy.



“Lick me,” she whispered.



I stared at pink folds that peeked out from the dark gash splitting her swollen mound surrounded in a forest of light brown curls I moved my face closer and could smell her musky aroma. Her pussy throbbed with life. My tongue shot out and pushed between her folds. I flicked it up and down her slit. I clamped my lips around her swollen mound. My tongue found her opening. I pushed it into her steamy passage.



Cindy moaned with pleasure. She took my head in her hands and pulled my lips tighter against her throbbing mound. My tongue moved in and out of her hot pussy. I flicked it up and down her gash. I sucked her juices into my mouth as they dribbled out of her body. Cindy’s moans became louder. She squirmed against me pulling me even tighter to her pussy.



I felt Cindy trembling. Her fingers dug into my scalp. I moved my tongue to her clit. Her thighs clamped against my ears like a vice. She tried to stifle a scream. Her body bucked and jerked uncontrollably. A gush of juice squirted out from her pussy and filled my mouth. I swallowed. I clamped my lips tightly around her and sucked. More juices flowed into my mouth.



I loved licking Cindy’s pussy. I never wanted it to stop. I moved my tongue back to her clit and pushed a finger into her quivering passage. Another wave of orgasm had Cindy thrashing and squirming. I pumped my finger in and out as fast as I could. My tongue continued to torture her clit. Juices poured from her pussy and dribbled down my chin.



“Stop… stop… please,” Cindy begged pushing my face away.



I climbed up her body and kissed her on the lips. Cindy didn’t seem to mind the taste of her pussy on my tongue. My hard cock slid between her open legs. My knob rubbed across her wet pussy and parted the folds. I wanted so much to fuck her. My cock found her opening. I looked down into her eyes. They were soft and uncertain.



“I’m still a virgin,” she said.



That’s when we were interrupted by screams coming from Dana’s rooms. The moment had passed. I rolled off her. We heard shouts of “fuck me” and “harder” and “deeper”. Apparently Dana was doing that thing she had said that she wouldn’t do on the first date. Cindy looked at me with big eyes.



“Oh my god,” Cindy said excitedly, “Listen. She’s doing it with her new boyfriend on their first date. What a slut.”



Cindy climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She was going to watch her sister getting fucked. I followed not wanting to miss the opportunity to see a live sex show. I was a little self-conscious that I wasn’t wearing any pants. Cindy had on a skirt but was topless. She squatted and cracked open the door. I stood above her and peeked into Dana’s room.



Dana was on her hands and knees facing the wall. Tom was standing behind her slamming his cock into her from behind. We both had a clear view of it sliding in and out of her swollen pussy which hung between her thighs like a hairy peach. He wasn’t just sliding it into her. He was slamming into her so hard that her whole body was propelled forward and each thrust causing her head to bang against the wall.



“Yes… yes… fuck me… shove your big cock up my cunt… harder dammit… fuck me harder.”



He continued to pound into her like a madman. He slapped her ass cheek so hard he left a welt. He did it again and again. Dana screamed. Her head continued to bounce off the wall. Juice ran down her thighs. Then pushed a finger into her asshole. She squealed as another orgasm sent her spinning out of control. He inserted a second finger up her butt.



“Yes,” she screamed. “Fuck me in the ass.”



Cindy and I watched in a trance-like state as he pulled his dripping cock from her open pussy and guided the head against her tight sphincter. He pushed. We could actually see her tight orifice stretch open around his knob. Suddenly it disappeared inside her. He drooled spit down the crevice between her cheeks and pushed more of his cock inside her. Dana rotated against him until his entire length was buried.



“God you’re so big,” Dana gasped.



“That’s right bitch,” he responded, “And now I’m going to pound your asshole raw.”



He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. He pulled out his cock and then rammed it deep into her asshole. He did this again and again jerking her body forward on each thrust. It was hard to tell whether Dana’s shrieks and squeals were from pleasure or pain but he never let up and she never stopped screaming.



Dana sat up on her knees and dropped a hand between her legs. He continued to pound her asshole and yank her hair. He sunk his teeth into her neck and reached around her body with his free hand pulling hard on her nipple and twisting it. Dana screamed like she was in pain. A stream of cum sprayed from her pussy and soaked the bedspread.



Tom pulled out and threw Dana onto her back. He climbed on top hooking her heels over his shoulders and bending her legs until her knees were by her ears. His hard cock rubbed against her asshole. He slapped her hard across the face.



“Tell me what you want whore,” he yelled down at her and slapped her again.



“Please,” she begged between screams as he continued to slap her. “Put your cock in my ass. I want you to fuck my asshole.”



He thrust hard driving all eight inches deep into her body. Dana gasped and clawed at his back with her fingernails. He pounded her hard and fast. His fingers went around her neck and squeezed. His cock continued its relentless assault on her asshole. She looked up at him with wild eyes and screamed. He pulled out his cock. We watched a gush of juices spray from her pussy. He slammed into her again driving his cock deep into her ass.



Cindy closed the door and stood to face me. We looked at each other shocked at what we had just witnessed. Anal intercourse was supposed to be dirty and disgusting. Only really nasty whores did things like that… so why was my heart beating so hard and my cock throbbing with excitement. Cindy was also trembling. I could see fear in her eyes and knew it was because she was turned-on from watching her sister getting sodomized.



Neither of us said a word. The sexual tension in the air was overwhelming. Cindy reached down and wrapped her hand around my hard cock. We kissed. I reached under her skirt and rubbed her pussy. My finger found her clit. Seconds later Cindy gasped. Her body stiffened. Juices oozed out from her pussy and ran down her legs. I pushed a finger into her body. She squealed. Her knees became wobbly. Cindy fell to the floor still shaking.



My poor cock was about to explode. Cindy wrapped her hand around it and pumped. She opened her mouth pushing out her tongue. Her soft brown eyes looked up at me with anticipation. The tip of my cock was only inches from her face. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My balls tightened. My cock swelled. I bent my knees and grunted.



“AAARRRGGGHHHHH…”



Cum exploded up the side of her nose and over her forehead. Another blast bounced off her cheek and across her ear. More landed on her lips and chin. A huge stream shot directly into her mouth. Cindy leaned forward and took me between her lips grabbing my ass cheeks. The head of my cock pressed against her throat as the last few drops dribbled from the tip.



In the other room a scream shook the house and then another and another. We heard a loud grunt followed by a few “oh fucks”. After that there was only heavy breathing. We went back into Cindy’s room, dressed and snuck out of the house. We went around to the front. Cindy marched into her house and went straight to Dana’s room. I quickly escaped and went home when I heard the screams and shouts of the two sisters fighting.



The following Wednesday Cindy asked me to come over to her house knowing that no one was at home. Her mom was playing bridge and her sister was at work. My dad reluctantly gave me the afternoon off when I told him I needed to study for a big exam. Cindy greeted me at the door and quickly pulled me inside before the neighbors could see.



We went back to her room and climbed on the bed. It didn’t take long before most of her clothes were on the floor. Cindy was still wearing her panties. I fingered her to a quick orgasm. She helped me push my pants down my legs and kneeled over me taking my cock between her lips. Her tongue swirled across my knob as she bobbed her head up and down. In less than two minutes I grunted and filled her mouth with cum. She swallowed it all in two gulps.



Her panties came off. I licked and fingered her pussy to two gushing orgasms. By this time we were both naked. She swung her leg over me and rubbed her pussy up and down my length. Cindy pressed her clit against my knob and rubbed herself to another orgasm. My cock slid down her gash and pressed against her opening. I wanted so much to plow it deep into her pussy but I was afraid she would hate me for it.



We kissed. Cindy squirmed against me. My knob slid inside but met resistance when it pushed against her cherry. Instead of trying to go deeper I fucked it in and out of her opening. The sensation was incredible. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire. I felt my cock swell. Cum exploded from the tip and sprayed against her pussy. She moved her clit over my knob. Another explosion rocketed across her hard nub. Cindy screamed.



We were still shaking and holding each other in a desperate clutch when we heard the front door open. I grabbed my clothes. Cindy pushed me into the closet and closed the door. Cindy ran to the bathroom. Through the louvers I was able to see her older sister Dana enter the room. She walked over to the bed and examined it. She ran her finger through a wet spot on the bedspread and sniffed it. Then she went to the bathroom and pounded on the door.



“Cindy, do you have a boy in there with you?”



“What are you doing here?” Cindy asked defiantly cracking open the door. “You’re supposed to be at work.”



“I forgot something at home, but that doesn’t matter,” Dana said trying to look into the bathroom to see if anyone was there. “I know you’ve been with a boy. Mom would kill you if she found out, and I’m not too happy about it either.



“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cindy replied defiantly opening the door and walking out with a towel wrapped around her. “Besides, you’re a fine one to talk. I’m sure mom would like to know all about the boys you entertain when she’s not here.”



“That’s not true,” Dana said defensively. “And quit trying to change the subject. I know that a boy was here with you. Your whole room smells like sex. You’re too young for that. You’re only in high school.”



“Oh yeah,” Cindy shouted back, “Well everybody knows what you were doing in high school. Besides, I know exactly what you did with Tom the other day. Wouldn’t mom be surprised to find out that her daughter was taking it up the ass? Now get out of my room.”



“Bitch,” Dana shouted as she turned to leave. “I’m going to get you.”



“And I’ll be watching you,” Cindy shouted as Dana closed the door.



The front door closed. A car peeled out of the driveway and drove away. Cindy pulled me out of the closet. She still had a towel wrapped around her body. I was still naked with my clothes stuffed under my arm. Cindy looked at me with an expression on her face of anger and defiance.



“My sister is a real bitch,” she told me. “Sometimes I want to kill her. Ever since she graduated from secretary school and got that job at the auto parts plant she acts like she knows everything.”



Cindy sat down on the edge of the bed fuming. I stood there like an idiot trying to figure out what to do. Should I console her? Should I just let her rant? I finally sat down next to her and threw my clothes to the side. Cindy continued her diatribe against her sister.



“She’s not just a bitch. She’s a slut. She has a different boyfriend almost every week. You saw what she does with them. It’s no wonder she knows what sex smells like. She reeks of it.”



The rage she was feeling towards her sister continued to build. She stood and paced the room with the towel still wrapped around her body. She stopped right in front of me with her hands on her hips.



“And who is she to tell me what to do?” Cindy asked as she continued with the verbal evisceration of her sister. “From what I heard she was a slut in high school too. I know that Billy Jordan’s older brother fucked her and they weren’t even going steady. I’m sure he wasn’t the only one.”



I was shocked at her use of the word “fuck”. It wasn’t something girls were supposed to say but it was somehow exciting to hear her use it. Cindy had a few more choice words for her sister. She finally stopped talking and gave me a quizzical look like she just realized I was sitting there. With a smile she opened the towel and let it fall to the floor.

“I wonder what my slut sister Dana would do if she saw me standing naked in front of a boy? You know what? I don’t care. I’ll do whatever I want.”



Cindy walked around the room completely naked as she continued her rant. I couldn’t take my eyes off her perfect body. Her tits swayed back and forth on her chest. Her ass cheeks jiggled. I could still see the open lips of her pussy peeking out from between the hairy curls covering it. My cock pulsed to life.



“I wish she would walk in right now and see me standing in front of you like this,” Cindy continued still fuming about her sister. “Even better, I wish she had walked in while I was making you shoot in my mouth. I would have told her how much I liked doing it and how many climaxes you made me have.”



Cindy turned around and bent over to pick up the towel. Once again I was staring at nirvana only this time I could see her clit peeking out from the gash of her pussy along with her folds. I also noticed the tight knot of her asshole for the first time. Cindy threw the towel in the bathroom and returned to stand in front of me.



“Get up here and kiss me,” she ordered.



I stood. Cindy threw an arm around my neck and mashed her lips against mine. Her tongue shot into my mouth. She reached down with her free hand and found my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked. Cindy looked into my eyes with her face only inches from mine. She guided my knob to her clit.



“That bitch is not going to control my sex life,” Cindy whispered defiantly. “I’ll do what I want with whoever I want.”



She kissed me again. Her tongue swirled inside my mouth. She rubbed my knob back and forth across her juicy slit and over her hard clit. It found her opening. She squirmed against it. I felt the head of my cock slide part way inside but the angle was awkward and my knob popped out of her pussy.



“Lie down on the bed,” she ordered pushing on my chest.



My knees buckled. I sat down on the bed. Cindy climbed on top of me and pushed me onto my back. She straddled me with her knees and reached between our bodies. Her fingers curled around my hard cock and guided it back to her pussy. She rubbed it up and down her slit until my knob was once again lodged in her opening. She looked down at me with wild eyes.



“Fuck me,” she said in an almost angry voice. “I want you to fuck me. That will show that bitch that she can’t tell her sister what to do.”



This was not the same sweet girl that invited me over to study. Dana had set off a trigger inside Cindy that had turned her into a possessed woman. Those words never would have been uttered by the real Cindy Vanderhoff. I didn’t know what to do. I had never “fucked” a girl. She was a virgin. Wasn’t it supposed to hurt the first time? What if I got her pregnant?



As these thoughts flashed through my mind Cindy pushed against me. She ground her pussy around my knob and pushed harder. Cindy squealed as the barrier holding me back suddenly gave way. I felt my cock slide inside. She continued to grind against me driving me deeper and deeper into her body until my entire cock had disappeared into her tight passage.



I had never experienced a feeling like this. The walls of her hot pussy gripped me firmly. I could feel it pulsing against me igniting every nerve ending in my cock. Jolts of intense pleasure flashed through my brain. Cindy leaned forward and kissed me hard on the lips. She held me deep and slowly rotated my cock around inside her. My hands slid down the smooth skin of her back and over the creamy cheeks of her ass.



Were we fucking now? I knew that my cock was in her pussy but I always thought that the act of fucking involved movement. Was there something I was supposed to be doing? We continued to kiss and she continued to grind against me. It was a good thing that I had already shot my load two times. Otherwise there was no way that I would be able to keep my cock from spewing again.



“I can feel you inside me,” Cindy whispered lifting her lips from mine. “It’s so big and hard. God it feels good.”



Cindy slowly rocked up and down my cock moving an inch at a time and still grinding against me. My fingers slid down into the crevice between her cheeks to help guide her movements. At first I let her do all the work, but slowly I moved with her. I shoved my cock up into her pussy each time she came down on me. We moved faster and faster. It felt like I was plowing deeper into her body on each thrust.



“Fuck me… fuck me… oooohhhh… yes… fuck me…”



We were fucking. There could be no doubt about it. Hearing her say it made it even more exciting. I slammed up into her pussy again and again. She impaled herself on my cock on each thrust. Her gasps and moans became louder and more desperate. Her hands grasped my arms like she was holding on for life. Her tits swayed back and forth on her chest. She had a wild and desperate look on her face.



“Oh god… oh god… uuuunnngggghhhh… aaaarrrrgggghhh…”



I felt her pussy clench against my cock. She slammed down on me hard and screamed. Her fingers practically ripped into my flesh. A flood of juices seeped out of her gash and dribbled down my balls. Her body thrashed and jerked above me as one spasm after the next consumed her. I could feel her grinding her clit against my pubic bone with my cock buried deep in her pussy.



“Oh god… ooohhhhh… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…”



Another series of spasms sent her spinning into orbit. Her pussy tightened around my cock. Cindy fell forward on top of me and sunk her teeth into my neck. My fingertip brushed across her asshole. Cindy gasped. Another orgasm gushed from her pussy. She collapsed on top me. Her pussy twitched against my cock. She looked at me with a sense of amazement.



“I didn’t know it could be like that,” she gasped. “Betsy tried to tell me but… but there is no way to describe it.”



Cindy rolled onto her back and pulled me with her. My cock remained buried deep inside her pussy. We kissed. She wrapped her legs around me. I moved in and out of her body. She moved with me. We went faster and faster as we found our rhythm. Soon I was pounding my cock deep into her quivering chamber on each thrust.



“Yes… fuck me… harder…. shove it in me… god I love being fucked.”



Now I was the one possessed. I slammed into her like a madman. Her fingers raked across my back. Her heels dug into my ass cheeks. My balls slapped wetly against her tight asshole. Cindy threw her head back and screamed. I continued to pound into her. I could feel her fingernails pulling at my flesh. Juices flew out from her body drenching my pubes and dripping down my balls. Her pussy gripped my cock in another series of spasms.



My balls were churning. I was about to cum. From somewhere in the back of my brain a warning light flashed. At the last second I pulled out. My cock barely cleared her pussy when it exploded. Jets of hot cum splashed against her clit and drenched her pubic hair. More landed on her stomach and tits. I collapsed forward onto her trembling body. Cindy buried her face in my neck. We lay there in silence holding each other and breathing hard. I began to pull away.



“No,” Cindy said wrapping her arms tightly around me. “Hold me.”



We held each other for a long time without saying a word. I finally rolled off her. Cindy climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. I looked down at my shriveled cock. A pinkish tint was streaked across it. I had heard that girls bleed their first time. At least one of the locker room myths about what other boys did with Cindy had been dispelled once and for all. She had been a virgin and I had the proof.



Feeling a little self-conscious I sat up and pulled on my jeans and briefs. Cindy returned from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She averted my eyes and sat down next to me on the bed. She took my hand and squeezed it. I didn’t dare break the silence. Cindy finally turned to me with tears in her eyes.



“That wasn’t supposed to happen. I was going to save myself for marriage. I’ll never be a virgin again — never ever.”



I put my arm around her. She buried her head in my shoulder and threw her arm around my neck. She continued to sob. I felt like a real jerk. I was the one that had taken her virginity. She was going to hate me. Her sobs gradually stopped. We continued to hold each other. Cindy finally pulled away wiping the tears from her eyes.



“It’s all Dana’s fault. I was so mad at her. I wanted to prove that she couldn’t tell me what to do. And then… I don’t know… then I wanted to do it. It was like some demon had possessed me. I wanted you inside me.”



I didn’t respond. I didn’t know how to respond. Cindy turned her head and looked into my eyes. They were soft and gentle and kind. She leaned forward. We kissed. It was a different kind of kiss than before. Not desperate with tongues flying in and out of each other’s mouth. It was a gentle and caring kiss. She pulled away. Her face was inches from mine.



“I’m glad it was you… and thank you for not shooting inside me. I don’t need to get pregnant.”



She kissed me again. The towel fell away from her body exposing her gorgeous breasts. I slid a hand up and gently squeezed. Cindy moaned. She finally pulled away and smiled at me.



“Betsy said that most girls don’t like it the first time because it hurts. There was a little blood but it didn’t hurt at all. In fact I didn’t think my climaxes were ever going to stop.”



Now she was sounding like the Cindy I knew. We kissed some more and fell back on the bed fondling each other. She finally pushed me away and told me that her parents would be home soon. We dressed. She kissed me again at the front door… a hard and deep kiss that lingered for several minutes.



After that day things changed. At school Cindy was openly affectionate and walked with me through the hallways. Her attention towards me did not go unnoticed in the locker room. I got asked if I enjoyed “sloppy seconds” and was given advice on how to keep from falling into her cavernous pussy. I just smiled innocently and shrugged my shoulders.



We saw each as often as we could after school and on the weekends. I bought a box of condoms and went through them at a good rate, but Cindy often preferred sex without them. She enjoyed the feel of hot cum shooting onto her body or into her mouth. This led to a few close calls where my cock barely cleared her pussy before spewing cum all over it.



Finding places to have sex was a problem. Often it was against a fence or side of a building. Fucking in a standing position was a skill we learned quickly. I could unzip, pull her panties to the side and plunge my cock into her pussy in no time. Sometimes I did it with her back pressed against a wall. Other times she would bend over and take it doggy style. When I was ready to shoot, she often squatted in front of me so I could cum in her mouth.



It was only matter of time before I finally did cum in her pussy. It happened while I was fucking Cindy against the back of her house. She was suspended in air with her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist. I was pounding my cock into her pussy hard and deep. I could feel my balls tighten and knew I was about to cum.



I tried to push her off me at the last moment but Cindy’s grip was too tight. She plunged down on my cock and screamed. Hot cum sprayed into her pussy. Cindy lifted up and slammed down on me again. More cum blasted into her body. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. I could feel her pussy clench my spewing cock in a series of spasms. She finally went limp and slid to the ground.



“Did… did you?” Cindy asked reaching between her legs to confirm what she already knew. “Oh no. I can’t get pregnant… I just can’t.”



We were both scared. Five days later she ran up to me all excited and told me she got her period. She also told me that according to Betsy, the world expert on all things sexual, that I could shoot in her right before, right after and even during her period and she wouldn’t get pregnant. She wanted me to come over that afternoon and fuck her again. No one was going to be home.



I wasn’t sure I wanted anything to do with fucking her during her period, but Cindy really wanted to try it. She spread a towel underneath her on the bed. I pulled out a condom but she laughed at me and said the whole point was to do it natural. She sucked me until I was hard. I climbed on top and slipped my cock into her pussy. Once I was inside it felt incredible. Her pussy was so hot. I quickly blasted her full of cum. Then we did it again.



Over the next several weeks we experimented with different positions. Her favorite was with me on top. Cindy said that she could feel me deep inside her that way. My favorite was having her ride me facing away. I loved to watch her ass bounce up and down as my cock plunged into her pussy again and again between her cheeks. Oral sex continued to be a big part of our routine as were fingers and hands.



One evening we almost got caught. We were in the dugout of the school’s baseball field, a place we often went after the movies. Cindy had a knee on the bench and a foot on the floor. Her skirt was bunched near her waist and her panties were pulled to the side. I was behind her pounding my cock into her pussy. We heard a noise and quickly pulled our clothes back in place. We were sitting on the bench when a policeman shined his flashlight on us. He let us go with a smile.



After that our sexual encounters became more daring. Doing it where she might get caught was a turn-on to Cindy. Some evenings she left her window open. I would sneak into her bedroom and fuck her with her parents in the front room. Several times she stopped by the hardware store where I worked and we fucked in the supply room with my dad out front. She sucked my cock once in the back of the movie theater. One time we did it in a coat closet of a school party.



Cindy gradually became more like her sister and liked her sex hard and rough. It began one afternoon in her bedroom. She asked me to spank her and pull her hair while I fucked her from behind. Then she wanted me to slap her face while I was on top and pinch her nipples so hard that she screamed in pain. She came so violently that she almost passed out.



I learned to enjoy the rough sex as much as she did. The games became weirder and more intense. Sometimes I would tie her hands behind her back as she lay face down on the bed. I spanked her bare ass until it was red. Then I would fuck her to several mind blowing orgasms. I loved to watch her twist and turn on the bed with her hands behind her back. I usually pulled out, rolled her over and shot cum all over her face and tits.



The first time I choked her was fucking her up against the wall of her bedroom. She spit in my face as I was pounding my cock into her pussy so forcefully that her head jerked up on each thrust. I put a hand around her neck and gently squeezed. She begged me to squeeze harder. I did but she wanted more. She was choking and could barely breathe when I grunted and filled her with cum. She collapsed to the floor and fingered her pussy to a mind shattering orgasm.



Cindy learned to dish it out as good as or better than she received it. When she was on top she often slapped me hard across the face. She raked her fingernails across my skin leaving bright red welts. One night I was fucking her up against the house. She bit my lower lip until blood trickled down my chin. She licked it off with her tongue and then dropped to her knees. Seconds later I filled her mouth with cum.



Face fucking was the next evolution in our sexual explorations. One day she had just closed her front door when she attacked me in the entranceway. She got my pants down and squatted in front of me. She had recently learned how to take me down her throat and was anxious to practice this new skill. She fucked me like a maniac with her mouth and rammed my cock into her throat again and again. She looked up at me with wild eyes and drooling lips.



“Grab my hair and fuck my face,” she ordered. “I want it hard and rough just like Dana’s boyfriend did to her.”



And so I did. She gagged and coughed. I pulled out and slapped her face with my cock. I rammed it down her throat and held it there until she couldn’t breathe. Strands of spit drooled from her lips when I pulled it out. I slammed it back into her mouth and down her throat. Cindy slid a hand into her panties and rubbed her pussy. She fell away from me when her orgasm hit.



We went to her bedroom. Cindy ripped off her clothes and climbed on the bed with her head bent back over the side. I rammed my cock into her throat. I pummeled her hard and fast. Spit ran up her nose and into her hair. I pulled out and slapped her across the face with my cock. I rammed it back into her mouth until my balls were pressed against her nose. She was a mess when I finally pulled out and sprayed cum all over her face and tits.



It was six months before we finally got around to ass fucking. I had fantasized about doing it that way ever since I watched Dana take her boyfriend’s cock up her ass but I wasn’t sure how Cindy felt. It happened one afternoon when her hands were tied behind her back and she was face down on the bed. Her ass cheeks were red with welts from where my hand had smacked against them. Cindy often had an orgasm while I was spanking her and that afternoon was no exception.



She was still recovering. I was soothing her ass with my hand and let my middle finger slide down between her cheeks. I rubbed it against her asshole. It wasn’t the first time I had touched her there. I often did it while we were fucking or I was eating her pussy, but it had never gone beyond the rubbing stage.



“Mmmmmmmmmm… yes,” Cindy moaned.



Encouraged by her reaction I slid my finger down to her pussy and loaded it with slimy juices oozing from her gash. I moved it back to her sphincter and pushed. It punched into her asshole. Cindy gasped. I twisted and pushed it deeper. I leaned forward with my mouth inches from her ear and my finger up her ass.



“Do you like it?” I asked in a whisper.



“Yes,” she moaned and squirmed against me.



I sat up and drooled spit drool down her crack. I worked a second finger into her sphincter. Her body stiffened. Cindy squealed but didn’t tell me to stop. I worked both fingers deeper and deeper drooling more spit down her crack to act as lubrications. Soon they were plunging in and out of her asshole twisting and turning against her tight orifice. I pulled them out and climbed onto her back. The knob of my cock pressed into her anal opening.



“I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” I announced like it was part of the game of domination we often played.



She just moaned. If she really didn’t want me to do it she would have said something. I had prepared well for this moment. A lubricated condom was stretched tightly over my cock. I pushed. Her asshole opened wider to accommodate my size. Suddenly my knob popped into her body. Cindy shrieked and stiffened. I stopped moving and waited for her to adjust.



“I thought you said you were going to fuck me in the ass,” Cindy growled at me over her shoulder. “Or aren’t you enough of a man to take me that way?”



She did want it, and she wanted me to know. I plunged my cock deeper into her bowels. She shrieked but this time I didn’t stop. I kept plowing deeper and deeper into her dark passage until my entire cock had disappeared. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.



“Is that what you wanted you little whore?”



Talking dirty to each other had also become a part of our game playing. She loved it when I used words like whore and slut. She often said outrageous things like ‘fuck me like a dirty little slut’ and ‘shove your big fucking cock up my cunt’. She responded to my question in a similar manner.

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The first time I felt like I might be developing feelings for another man was the night when we’d gone out for a meal, and Marcus – my son’s friend from university – made a joke that it was like I was Guy’s boyfriend.



We’d all laughed at the absurdity of the suggestion – after all, Guy and I are both divorced men, both outwardly straight for all intents and purposes – but I felt the twinge of a new and unfamiliar emotion – an odd combination of pride and excitement, perhaps – which made me wonder if, maybe, I would like there to be some truth in the observation.



Marcus had no doubt made the comment because of the way Guy and I were teasing each other over dinner. I’d thought we were simply expressing the sort of typical, blokeish banter that men often indulge in to the amusement of others. But perhaps there was more to it than that: perhaps we had an over-familiarity with one another that betrayed a more meaningful connection between us; perhaps, right there in front of my son and his friend, we were making it obvious that there was a much deeper intimacy between us beneath the playful sparring we were enjoying together.



Or more likely it was just because Guy, much to my embarrassment, would occasionally call me “Big Boy” and throw a salacious glance at my crotch beneath the table.



Marcus had, thankfully, been oblivious to the reaction his playful “boyfriend” comment had elicited in me. We’d continued chatting and joking together over the meal but I’d been careful to keep whatever embryonic affections I might be feeling for Guy more discreetly to myself.



In other respects, Marcus had turned out to be a delightfully charming young man: a humorous but at times thoughtful friend for my son and a welcome guest to have in my home. He was both confident and well-spoken, and exuded an easy-going manner that made him almost impossible not to like. Apart from anything else, he was very pleasant to look at, being tall – similar in height to my son, Jake, as it happened – and athletic, with lovely mop of curly blond hair and a handsome smile that might melt even my ex-wife’s frigid heart.



He’d arrived the day earlier after a dreadful train journey which had involved delays and cancellations at almost every stop. He’d disappeared off to bed just after ten, leaving Jake and me to chat together for an hour so downstairs.



“He seems like a nice lad,” I’d said to Jake, although I’d hardly had chance to talk to Marcus as he’d been so tired by the time he pitched up.



“He is a nice lad,” Jake had agreed, sprawled across the armchair opposite, sipping from a can of beer rather than the coke he’d been more accustomed to before he’d left for university.



“How does your… er… girlfriend, Ellie, feel about Marcus coming to stay?” I’d asked, deliberately emphasising the word ‘girlfriend’ but maintaining an expression which was as innocent as I could muster.



Jake had chuckled and thrown me a knowing grin, understanding full well the concealed meaning behind my question.



“She’s fine with it,” he’d said. “Why wouldn’t she be?”



I’d shrugged, but we both knew what the score was. The two lads, after all, were sharing Jake’s cramped, single bed; the two of them were, by my son’s own admission, “slightly more than just good mates”.



Nothing much else had happened that first night: Jake had gone up to bed and presumably snuggled up alongside his friend, but Marcus had no doubt been too tired for anything further to have developed between them.



If things had gone on after lights-out in Jake’s room, I would undoubtedly have been aware of it, as both our bedroom doors had been left slightly ajar. My son had suggested some time ago that we should both leave our bedrooms open at night, on the excuse that he’d been awoken by our cat scratching at one or other of our doors. He had really made the suggestion, I’m sure, because he wanted to get a better look at what I got up to with Guy, Bradley or any of my other male friends when I had them to stay over. But now that the shoe was on the other foot, and it was he who had a male companion joining him in his bed, I’d been pleased to notice after brushing my teeth that he was following the same rule that he himself had requested and had left his own bedroom door ajar.



We’d all got up early the following morning to drive over to Buxton to visit a Neolithic stone circle which Marcus had wanted to see while he was in our area. He was studying archaeology at the university and had spent a considerable time taking measurements of the way the stones were positioned. Jake and I, meanwhile, sat and drank endless cups of tea in the nearby cafe, having grown bored of trying to think up things to say about the large, grey boulders after about three minutes.



Then, after spending the afternoon shopping in Sheffield, we’d picked up Guy from his house and had driven out to the Harvester in Braunstone where I’d had the foresight to book a table for the four of us.



And that’s where the joke had been made that had prompted such an unexpected reaction in me.



I knew Marcus didn’t have even the slightest inkling that there was more to my friendship with Guy than one might expect from a couple of ostensibly straight mates in their early forties. After all, if he had, he was far too polite to have made such an obviously controversial remark.



In any case, Jake had told me while we’d been alone in the cafe at the stone circle that he hadn’t told Marcus about the sexual versatility I’d been embracing for the past year or so.



“Why would I have even mentioned it?” he’d said when I’d asked him about it point-blank.



“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I just thought with you guys being… you know… rather versatile yourselves.”



“He just knows you’ve got a… er… girlfriend,” Jake grinned, placing his own sarcastic emphasis on the same word that I had the previous evening.



“Okay… but what if I invite a bloke to stay over with me while he’s visiting?” I’d asked. “And what if… you know… things happen between the two of us after lights-out?”



“Then, I guess, he’ll realise quite quickly that I’m not the only one in the family who’s heteroflexible.”



I’d chuckled at that: was that what the two of them were calling it?



Now, after we’d got home from the restaurant and I was lying alone in bed, I pondered again on Marcus’ joke, not so much interested in what prompted it but rather my curious emotional reaction towards it.



It was one thing to play the field with other men from time to time, but did I really want to think of myself as being another bloke’s ‘boyfriend’?



Just the thought of the question made shivers course down my spine, startling me and making me wonder again whether my attachment to Guy – a purely physical and sexual arrangement, or so I had previously thought – was in reality nurturing something more significant.



Was it possible that somewhere, deep my subconscious, I might actually want to be Guy’s boyfriend?



Again, that strange ripple of nervous excitement at the mere posing of the question.



I remembered how funny Jake had found Marcus’ comment – Guy had too, of course – and how he and his friend had laughed too loudly and for too long at the suggestion that I might be in a loving and committed relationship with another man.



Which was ironic, really, given that it was the two of them right now who were in the throes of passion in the room next door to mine.



I could hear quite distinctly sounds of sex from Jake’s bedroom: now that Marcus had recovered from his train journey, the two of them seemed to be making up for lost time with gusto. Both of our bedroom doors were open, as per Jake’s suggestion (although ‘insistence’ might be a more a more apt description), allowing the rhythmic noises from my son and his athletic friend to permeate through to me with surprising clarity.



And these weren’t the sounds of two lads having a quiet wank together before turning over to sleep back-to-back. The two of them were quite clearly enjoying something altogether more involved: I could hear panting and grunting; the sounds of flesh against flesh.



Not that I wanted to listen in on what the two of them were getting up to, of course. But the open door policy made any attempt for me to try and ignore their private sounds of male intimacy near impossible.



I was fairly sure, from the slapping noises I could hear them making against each other and the beating of the headboard on the wall which separated our rooms, that the two of them were indulging in a fairly heavy-duty bout of anal sex. I was surprised that they had wasted no time in getting down to the nitty-gritty together: there was to be no tender foreplay or the appreciation of a nice, cosy snuggle from Jake – he’d gone in straight for the grand slam, irrespective of his old dad having to listen to him in the room next door.



Once I’d realised the extent of the sex I was listening to, it felt odd to hear my son – my little Jakey who I’d brought up single-handedly from being a kid – so brazenly enjoying homosexual intercourse with a friend as I lay in my bed in the room next door. I was listening to him engaging in buggery: an act which I had by now enjoyed countless times myself but which seemed a little precocious for my teenage son.



I wasn’t in any way disgusted by what he was doing – after all, I was an ardent fan of the pleasures to be had from such intimate male company myself. It just felt strange to hear my son – a boy who had once seemed so innocent and had been wary of anything which might be perceived as ‘gay’ – enjoying what sounded like quite a heated and passionate sexual encounter with a member of his own gender.



Perhaps I would have felt similarly disquieted if I’d heard him enjoying the company of his girlfriend Ellie so noisily in the room next to mine: I don’t know.



I took a couple of sniffs of the air as their rhythm grew steadily faster and their noises more intense. Yes, they were definitely enjoying a butt-fuck together – even though faint, I could easily recognise the distinctly anal whiff of a cock drilling in and out of another male’s backside. I was more than familiar with that unique scent and its murky origins, having paused to appreciate it on many, many occasions during my own similarly odorous encounters.



I felt my own manhood stirring among the folds of my pyjamas, perhaps keen to experience for itself the activity its owner could smell. I gently kneaded it through the fabric: there was nothing similar on offer for it tonight, unfortunately.



I took another sniff, this time more deeply and allowed myself to savour the pungent, musky whiff that was wafting into my room from along the corridor. I had to smile to myself: it was as clear as day! My son might as well have announced to me at bedtime that he and his friend were going to end their evening with an impassioned bout of boy-on-boy buggery for all the subtlety he was employing.



I wondered if other dads whose sons had brought their university friends home for the holidays would recognise from that smell what the two young men were up to together; or whether, like me, one had to be a fellow enthusiast to appreciate why such a distinctive bouquet would accompany late-night rhythms from the shared bedroom.



I lay back, listening as the sounds the two of them were making together became steadily faster, squeezing my hardening organ as it responded to the proximity of the activity it had enjoyed so many times itself.



I was wishing, now, that I’d invited Guy back from the restaurant with us to stay over with me. At least then I would have been able to join in with the fun my son was clearly having and to have contributed my own panting and gasping sounds to those that he was making. We could have competed with one another, as father and son, as to whose exertions could produce the most vigorous tempo, and tried to outdo each other with the intensity of the crude, anal odour that was wafting from our rooms.



However, this being only the second night of Marcus staying with us, I’d taken, perhaps, an overly cautious approach and hadn’t wanted to make him feel uncomfortable by brandishing my sexual dexterity too flagrantly. Working against the demands of my sex drive, therefore, I’d suggested to Guy that we part company after our meal instead of him coming back to my place as was more usual when we’d spent an evening together.



So now I was lying here, bored and alone, while my son was making no bones about the fact that he did not share my sense of polite restraint. It seemed that the friend he had brought to stay with him was being treated almost like a trophy: their sexual energetics being broadcast to the whole quiet house; a way, perhaps, for Jake, to let me know – as if such a message were needed – that he, like me, could very physically enjoy the company of some of the other males in his acquaintance.



As it was becoming obvious that sleep was going to be impossible while the two of them were so boisterously enjoying the end of their evening, I got out of bed and padded quietly over to my open bedroom door to crane an ear around it and better listen to the noises of their clearly purposeful coupling.



My cock was half-erect and making my pyjama leg rise upwards from my thigh. Was I really enjoying the sounds of my son revelling so unashamedly in his moment of homosexual passion with his friend? Was I really growing aroused by the intensifying odour being produced by the illicit union between cock and arse?



I’d never deliberately listened in on the sounds of Jake masturbating from along the hallway, a gentle percussion which had followed bedtime – as one might expect with a teenaged son – on many, many occasions. I would never have pried on him when he was enjoying such private ministrations in his room and had always tried to ignore the tell-tale complaints from his long-suffering mattress. But now, as I suspected I was the intended recipient of Jake’s overt display of virility, it didn’t seem so wrong for me to purposefully eavesdrop on his sexual escapades.



I decided, after standing at my bedroom door for a minute or so and trying to interpret the rhythmic, pounding sounds from my son’s room, that Marcus was probably the one who was in the receiving position. For one thing, Jake’s breathing sounded more laboured and he was more vocal in his appreciation of what his friend was allowing him to do, but I also felt that Marcus’ contributions had a muffled quality about them, as if his face was directed downwards into a pillow.



I was listening to my nineteen-year-old son ending his evening by butt-fucking another young lad! While that knowledge still made me feel a little peculiar, it didn’t affect me as much as I thought it would.



Then I heard Jake whisper, distinctly, through the rhythm of all the other sounds that were spilling from the room, “God! Your arse is so fucking tight, mate!”



Yes, my son was buggering his university friend. Of that I was quite sure.



For some reason I now felt more surprise at the thought of gently-refined Marcus – the sort of wholesome boy-next-door type you’d love your daughter to bring home – bending over to have another lad fuck him up the bum. It was this charismatic and rather dapper young man that I could smell, betraying to the whole upper floor of the house, it seemed, that it was being eagerly penetrated by my son.



Marcus would be horrified, I was sure, if he knew that such a frank and unambiguous anal fug was betraying his sexual indiscretions so explicitly. He was such a courteous young man, and yet here he was filling half the house he was a guest in with the crude evidence that his backside was being remorselessly stoked by his friend’s large erection.



Unlike Jake, who was clearly out to engage my attention and would regard whatever smells they were producing as an additional means in achieving that, Marcus would probably be unaware of how pervasive such indelicate odours can be. The poor lad would no doubt blush a deep crimson if he realised that the particular variant of sex he thought he was so discreetly enjoying was being so unequivocally publicised to all in the vicinity by its cloyingly pungent trademark.



And, yet, here I was standing in my bedroom door sniffing eagerly at it with my prick at half-mast while I craned my neck to hear more clearly what they were doing.



For shame, Mr Furlong, for shame!



I reminded myself that Jake had been in my position countless times over the past year or so: listening to my sexual exploits while in the adjoining room and probably having a few appreciative sniffs of his own once the open door policy had been introduced.



Just last week, after he’d returned home from university, I’d had my friend Bradley over for an evening of football and pizza and Jake had had to listen to us ending the night in similar high spirits to those he was expressing right now with Marcus.



On that occasion, while my cock was driving in and out of Bradley’s enticingly hairy arse as he bent on my bed on all fours to receive me, I had become aware of a figure moving around in the darkened doorway of my bedroom.



“I know you’re there, Jake,” I’d called out, maintaining my pounding rhythm on my young friend’s rump regardless of my son’s sneaky voyeurism.



At first he’d tried to shrink back into the shadows, as if he hadn’t just been watching his father anally pleasuring another man, but I’d called out again, “Come on, there’s no use pretending, Jake.”



Then he’d appeared in the door of my bedroom, grinning at us and appearing cheerfully unconcerned that the loose grey shorts he was wearing for bed were being prominently lifted upwards by the thickened rod of his flagrant hard-on.



“I was just… er… heading downstairs for a drink,” he lied, as I noticed a wet patch on the material of his shorts up near the pocket; a large dark circle at the tip of his hugely excited organ. It was obvious that he’d been rubbing himself as he’d watched us having sex: his precum must have been seeping from his erection as he’d massaged the swollen shaft of it through his shorts.



I was damned if I was going to let my son’s unwelcome appearance spoil the enjoyment I was having with Bradley. Still holding onto his hips and without missing a beat as my crotch slapped back and forth against his arse, I said, “Of course you were, Jake,” who grinned back at us broadly.



I kept up my exertions, wondering what my son would do next, and he just kept smirking at the two of us, the patch of wetness on his shorts growing steadily larger. He seemed especially interested in seeing Bradley as he bent forwards to be fucked, and my friend chuckled back at him with obvious amusement at having an unexpected audience. Jake even peered forwards so he could better see the size of Bradley’s erection bobbing stiffly beneath his stomach as I maintained my constant rhythm in and out of his butt-cheeks.



“So, Jake, if there’s nothing else,” I said, feeling a touch self-conscious to have my son standing in front of me, gawping over as I buggered this younger man’s arse. “I’d appreciate a bit of privacy, please.”



He laughed to himself and licked his lips slowly: he was making it quite evident that he liked the look of Bradley’s large cock.



I wanted to get up and see him out of the room but I was determined that he wasn’t going to put me off: why should I stop what I was doing just because my son wanted to ogle us?



Eventually – after Jake and Bradley had grinned at each other a good deal more; Jake leering pointedly over at Bradley’s bobbing hard-on and Bradley making it abundantly clear that he liked the look of Jake’s inside his shorts – Jake said, “Can I offer either of you anything?”



“Offer us anything?” I asked with a pointed scowl.



“Yeah, to drink, I mean,” Jake clarified, grinning again at Bradley while he rubbed up and down the thickened shaft which was lifting the front of his shorts. The gesture was flamboyantly masturbatory and Bradley chuckled at its unmistakeable intent.

“I mean, I don’t want to interrupt you guys,” Jake went on with continued amusement, “but it seems, dad, while you’re doing what you’re doing, Bradley here might be getting a bit thirsty.”



Bradley laughed more loudly and thrust him bum more forcefully against the hammering of my cock, as if in excitement at what he was being offered.



Jake grabbed the front of his shorts and directed his cock forwards and outwards inside the material, making it abundantly clear – as if clarification was necessary – that he was rampantly excited and hoping to join in with us. The large helmet-shaped head of my son’s erection was thrust upwards against the grey material, looking surprisingly similar in size and shape to that of my own.



“I wouldn’t say no to having a slurp on something,” Bradley confessed, before adding, “that is, if your dad’s okay with it.”



Jake was already yanking his cock out through his fly before I cut in, curtly, “Your dad’s definitely not okay with it, Jake! Put it away!”



“Aw, come on dad!” Jake called out petulantly, holding the about half of what looked like a very large and impressive erection through the button fly of his shorts. His tone reminded me of when he was a little kid and was refused chocolate bars at the supermarket checkout. “He’s only going to have a suck, and it’s not like I’m disturbing what you’re doing!”



He directed the large, wet head of his cock towards Bradley’s face who licked his lips hungrily before turning to peer up at me over his shoulder. “What’s the harm?” he asked.



I finally stopped my rhythm in and out of his cheeks: Jake had won – he had managed to interrupt my enjoyment.



“It’ll just be a quick blowjob,” Bradley persisted, as Jake yanked another few inches of his erection out through his fly. It looked enormous – far bigger than I might have expected – though I knew from experience that Bradley would have little difficulty in taking it into his mouth.



“Not necessarily quick,” Jake cut in with a grin. “And not necessarily just a blowjob,” he added mischievously, turning slightly and yanking his shorts down at the back enough to let Bradley know that the hairy crack of his arse was also available for his tongue to work on.



That only served to make Bradley even more insistent.



“Oh, come on, Rob!” he said, apparently unfazed by the fact we were having this discussion with my cock lodged halfway up his bum. “What harm can there be in me having a quick lick of… er… one or two things? It’s not like you and him are going to do anything with each other!”



“That’s not the point,” I argued, feeling annoyed that Jake had put me in this position. “I don’t want to be having sex while watching you orally pleasure my son, thank you very much!”



“I’m in the room, guys,” Jake reminded us but I was in no mood for his frivolity.



“Put your dick away, Jake, and leave us to it!” I snapped, my voice making it clear this was not up for debate. “I’m not messing about – we don’t want drinks and we don’t want your cheap innuendos. Just go back to bed, please.”



Jake stuffed his erection back into his shorts, muttering to himself like we were back at the supermarket till.



“You always do this,” he complained, and stomped out of the room with an irritated snort. Having never been in the situation of being interrupted by him while I was in the middle of shafting another man’s butt, I wasn’t sure quite what he meant.



He clattered along the hallway and stormed back into his room. I expected his bedroom door to slam shut just like it had so many times in the past, but when it didn’t I realised he was hoping his fun wasn’t quite over yet.



“I’m sorry, mate,” I said to Bradley a few minutes later, as we lay back against the headboard of the bed with our cocks looking as floppy as if we’d climaxed. “I know you were up for it, but I just couldn’t – he’s my son!”



“I know that, Rob, but you’re always saying you’d like a threesome with me and my brother. Having Jake come in with us would be no different from that.”



He was right on one point – I did often suggest that we got together for a session with his brother Garth. The guy supposedly had a cock that was long and flexible enough to work it into his own arsehole. I was even more fascinated to see how the two brothers would express their affection towards one another and was hoping something could be arranged for the three of us relatively soon.



“With Jake it would seem different,” I said, struggling to think of why that was so. “I’ve brought him up from being a baby. When you two guys were joking around about you rimming him, you’ve got to remember that I used to wipe that bum when Jake was in nappies. It’d feel totally wrong for me to have him join in with our sex.”



Bradley nodded. “Okay, I guess I never really thought of that way. So I accept that a threesome is out of the question. But let’s say Jake and I were to get it together on our own. Would you object to that?”



“I don’t know,” I said, thinking the idea through. “I suppose not. As long as you were… you know… careful with him. He’s only nineteen.”



“He’s a big boy, mate,” Bradley laughed, “I think he can look after himself.”



“I’m not so sure about that,” I hit back. “He’s just a kid, really.”



It had taken us quite a while to get back into each other and resume our sex – ironically, given the supposed cause of the interruption, we’d needed a refill on our drinks to get things back on track – but once we were back into the rhythm, a secondary thumping sound from the open door along the hallway let us both know that our exertions were being enjoyed elsewhere.



Now that I was standing behind my bedroom door listening to other people’s noises of sex, largely in the position Jake had found himself in a week earlier, I found myself tempted, just as he had been, to take a walk along the corridor to observe first-hand the activity which was keeping me awake.



I eased myself out through the door, taking care not to allow the hinges to creak even though I was aware that Jake was probably expecting me to follow in his footsteps and appear in the shadows of his bedroom door.



What would I say if I was seen by the two of them? I couldn’t claim, as Jake had, to be en route to getting a drink from the kitchen – his bedroom was at the back of the house and in the opposite direction from the stairs. I couldn’t even say I’d been popping to the toilet as that was closer to my room than it was to Jake’s. I’d just have to use the trusted excuse of hearing noises and being worried that we had intruders at the rear. In some respects that was true.



I crept out into the hallway, the sounds that Jake and Marcus were making becoming clearer and louder. Jake’s bedside lamp was on and a wedge of its light spilled out onto the carpet in front of his room. This was going to be more interesting than I’d hoped: I’d assumed they would be having sex in darkness and that I would see only the indistinct outlines of their bodies writhing and contorting on the bed in the faint glow from Jake’s computer monitor. It seemed, though, I was in for a more explicit performance, as Jake’s bed was directly opposite the door of his room and I would be able to see what they were doing in near full illumination.



I edged cautiously along the corridor between our rooms, the rhythmic sounds from Jake’s bedroom becoming more distinct. The bed was creaking tortuously and the two of them were panting and gasping together.



I smiled at the sound of them. Many other men would have been mortified to have heard their son enjoying a moment of passion with one of his male friends, but I was by now feeling mostly flattered that Jake was – quite deliberately, I was sure – allowing me to witness such an intimate act. And the parts of me that weren’t feeling flattered were, I have to admit, becoming increasingly turned-on. My pyjama bottoms were by now tenting upwards quite obscenely with my gathering excitement.



As I slowly inched my way down the hallway, the smell of their sex grew progressively stronger. It was a wonderfully rich aroma – laced with sweat and testosterone, but buzzing with much heavier essences straight from the hole that was being so noisily plundered. It was even more intoxicating than the scent I enjoyed when I was with a man myself: the youthful vigour of these two fit lads was enriching the far stronger smell of their sex with its own acrid kick.



It reminded me of the times I’d sniffed the back of a man’s underpants after he had worn them for a whole day: earthy and pungent; bitter and effluvious. I assumed the back of Marcus’ underwear packed the same acerbic punch when he pulled them off each evening: how interesting it would be to borrow a couple of discarded pairs from his rucksack and find out what secrets such a well-mannered young man was concealing in the back of his trousers.



As I paused to appreciate the gathering anal musk in the air, Jake seemed to crank up the action of his hips against his friend’s buttocks and the noise from his room grew a good few decibels louder. He was desperate to be heard, of that I was sure, and he was making it as irrefutably clear as he could that the back bedroom of the house was playing host to some serious male-to-male bonding.



The smell from their activities grew, in turn, significantly stronger: whatever Jake was doing to his friend was releasing an especially piquant redolence for their solitary audience to enjoy. Perhaps his cock had started drilling even more deeply up into Marcus’ bowels; or perhaps the two of them were now dripping with sweat, adding a fresh dose of male pheromones to the already potent mix that was assailing my nostrils.



I inhaled deeply, savouring the deliciously carnal bite of the air in the hallway. Surely by now, even the naive dad I had imagined while I’d been lying in my bed would be able to identify the source of the odour that was wafting from his son’s room. I chuckled at the thought: what a surprise that might be for him!



I pressed on along the corridor, lowering each foot down onto the carpet as silently as I could, musing on how lucky Jake was to have found a like-minded friend as energetic as Marcus. He had a freshness about him, or so I’d thought while I’d watched him smiling politely at Guy’s bawdy humour during our meal earlier that evening, which had made me suspect he’d be as horny as a buck rabbit once you got him in the mood. And it seemed that my son was more than capable of doing just that.



I had to admit, though, that even though he was my son and I was all too aware of his many shortcomings, Jake was very attractive young lad too. He had an especially masculine face – quite angular and already with a tendency to show stubble if he didn’t shave daily – and his mother’s dark brown eyes which expressed very vividly the emotions he would otherwise prefer to conceal. His body was more lithe than his friend’s but I’d noticed on many occasions that he had a nice, firm backside which was pleasantly rounded and not entirely dissimilar from my own.



The two of them would make a stunning male couple, I speculated, as I edged along the corridor. Seeing them in flagrante was going to present a most enjoyable sight, and I homed in on the open doorway while adjusting the front of my pyjama bottoms to accommodate what must be the least wholesome aspect of my fatherly interest in my son.



Their noises continued, seeming to growing even faster and more forceful, as my toes first breached the shaft of light shining out of Jake’s bedroom. Was their homosexual coupling getting still livelier, or was I just hearing their activities more clearly as I neared the doorway?



I had a sudden misgiving about proceeding further and found myself hesitating at the threshold of the illuminated doorway. My son was right there in front of me, enjoying what should be a private sexual moment with his friend, and here I was about to spy on him doing it. Was this acceptable behaviour for a middle-aged father?



Before I had time to address my unease, the sounds from Jake’s room abruptly stopped. Fearing they’d heard me, I froze still outside of the doorway, hardly daring to breathe in case I revealed what I had been about to do. I wasn’t too bothered about Jake knowing I was there – he, after all, had done exactly the same thing to me on many, many occasions before I’d caught him last week – but I didn’t want Marcus, who was a guest in my house after all, getting the impression that I habitually sneaked around perving on what my son was getting up to in the middle of the night.



As I stood statue still in the corridor, the arch of my foot starting to cramp up from the tensed position I was holding myself in, I heard noises of the two of them repositioning themselves on the bed, mattress springs creaking as knees were pressed down into them, and then my son asked his friend in a low voice if he was okay.



“Yeah, you were just hurting a bit,” Marcus replied and I heard a rasping farting noise which I realised was coming from a tube of something wet being squirted.



As whatever it was – lube, I assume – was applied to various patches of male anatomy, I heard Marcus whisper, “Are you sure this is okay, Jake? My dad would have a fit if we did this at my place.”



“Don’t worry,” my son chuckled, “my dad is definitely no angel!”



I couldn’t help but smile to myself. He was right there.



“Has he heard you having sex before?” Marcus asked quietly.



“Not like this,” Jake admitted. “He saw me having a wank when we were sharing a room a few years ago, but he hasn’t heard me doing stuff with someone else.”



“Won’t he be freaked out?” Marcus persisted. In spite of the joke Marcus had made about me acting like Guy’s boyfriend, Jake hadn’t been lying when he’d told me that his friend didn’t know about the new-found diversity of my sexual interests.



I heard Jake laugh to himself. “Believe me, mate, he doesn’t blush very easily these days.”



I smiled again. Like father like son, I thought.



“But won’t he think you’re gay? My dad would keel over if he knew I was doing this.”



“My old man knows the score, mate,” Jake snorted impatiently. “Now come on, shove your arse back towards me and open your legs wider. I’m getting blue balls back here!”



“Oh, Jake, what a sensual lover you make,” I thought to myself. “You’re a modern-day Casanova.”



There was a wet slurp as my son reoccupied the hole he’d vacated, and then the creaking of the bed started up again and the headboard resumed its beating against the wall.



Feeling relieved that I was free to move again, the sounds of my progress being masked by the rhythmic cacophony that was ensuing from my son’s mattress and the two bodies on it, I allowed myself to relax and stretched my tensed-up foot against carpet beneath me. The joints inside it clicked and sounded unfeasibly loud.



I returned to the question that had occurred to me before their brief interruption: was it wrong of me to be observing my son and his young friend while they were enjoying what should be a private act together? Did the fact this was a homosexual rather than heterosexual coupling make it more or less wrong that I might be about to spy on them? On the one hand, I might take the view that what they were doing was the sexual equivalent of a pair of lads messing around together and therefore perfectly reasonable for me to glance in on with an almost amused detachment. On the other, it could be argued that the fact they were both young men made it even more inappropriate for me to watch them experiencing pleasure together: such a profound moment of intimacy was supposed to be conducted in secret and I had no place to be peering in on them like some old, salivating anorak-wearer.



Perhaps, I mused, if I were to see what they were actually doing, I would in a better position to formulate an option.



Yes, that was a very sensible approach to take.



I crept forwards along the last foot or so of the corridor until I was level with Jake’s door and, staying back in the shadows of the hallway as much as I could, peered around the open doorway, squinting to allow my eyes to become accustomed to the relative brightness of the bedside lamp.



As soon as I saw them, it felt indecently wrong for me to be spying on them. They were both naked – that might sound obvious, but for some reason I’d expected their sex to be so casual that they’d be doing it in their t-shirts with their underwear hitched down – and, in spite of the open door and my suspicion that Jake was deliberately putting on a show, it suddenly seemed like I really was not intended to be looking at this. Here was my son, upright on his knees, making love to another boy who was on all fours in front of him: how utterly contemptible must I be for peeping on the two of them like some squalid pervert?



I almost pulled away in disgust at myself, but there was something about Jake – something about his face – that made me hesitate. I stared at him for several seconds, wondering what was keeping me from shuffling back to bed, when I realised what it was that was out of place.



As he stared ahead of Marcus’ bent body, as he looked forwards at the posters of indie bands above the headboard of his bed, his expression didn’t fit with what he was doing. He wasn’t gasping in pleasure or grunting with enjoyment: he was broadly smirking and his eyes were full of mischief.



He knew his dad was watching him and he was delighting in the fact.



I had come to his doorway and taken up the position he had always intended for me.



He didn’t turn to face me, nor give any discernible sign of acknowledgement. But he knew full well I was there and was in no need of confirmation.



“Ah, this feels so good, mate,” my son called out as his friend grunted his agreement. He continued thrusting his hips back and forth as the long, thick shaft of his cock drove in and out of Marcus’ outstretched buttocks, all the time staring ahead of himself with that deliberate smirk on his devious face.



He wanted me to see him enjoying a late night butt-fuck with his mate from university: that much was abundantly clear.



And, for all I was feeling suckered into doing what had been expected of me, I had to admit they looked spectacular together: Marcus bending forward with his fair, curly hair flopping onto the pillow, giving himself so spiritedly to my son who was kneeling upright behind him.



My son’s friend looked magnificent naked: his body was beautifully sculpted and swathed with taut, naturally well-built muscles which bulged as he tensed and flexed against Jake’s relentless thrusts. This was a handsome, strapping lad bent over on all fours on Jake’s bed and, while my son was undeniably something of a looker himself, he should count himself very fortunate to have such an attractive friend who seemed so grateful to receive his attentions.



Such musings were interrupted by the realisation Jake wasn’t wearing a condom: he and his friend obviously trusted each other completely, the way Guy and I now did and the way I was trying to persuade Bradley we should.



“How’s my big cock feel screwing your arse, mate?” Jake asked, his voice slightly louder than it needed to be, suggesting the question had been posed primarily for my benefit.



Was this why he had wanted me to see him like this? To prove to me that he was a big boy now and more than capable of using adult language?



“Amazing,” Marcus gasped in a more muted whisper.



My son’s manhood did indeed look very large, hammering in and out from between his friend’s round bum-cheeks. It had all the girth of my own and, from what I could see each time he pulled back to withdraw it, matched very closely my length. Seeing it from the side, however, made it obvious that Jake’s cock had a much more conspicuous upward curve to it than mine did, a fact he exploited with the technique he was employing. His arching, sweeping motion used the full curvature of his shaft to repeatedly skewer the orifice in front of him, giving his plump cock-head a smooth, circular trajectory with every powerful thrust.

Michelle was disoriented. Where was she? This was not her bed. That much was obvious. She blinked repeatedly, attempting to get her bearings. She lay on a hard surface, dim green light providing a blurry image of her surroundings. She was dizzy, her mind swimming with broken and confused thoughts. She tried to rise, but found her body too weak to obey her commands. Something was terribly wrong. She was cold. A surge of fear shot through her as she became aware of her nudity. Where were her clothes?



The rush of adrenaline brought on by the sudden realization of her nakedness helped to chase the fog from her brain. “Where the hell am I?” she wondered.



She was supposed to be getting on a plane. She should have awoken in her own bed, this being the day she was leaving on vacation. She had been planning this trip since her divorce was finalized six months ago. It was to be the official kickoff to her new and independent life. She was to fly to Ft. Lauderdale to board a cruise ship which would take her around the continent of South America. It was to be a complete circumnavigation, south along the Brazilian and Argentinean coasts, round Cape Horn, north again past Chile, Ecuador, Peru and Columbia, through the Panama Canal, and back again to Florida. She was single. She was to enjoy herself, leaving the last vestiges of her former life behind. It was to be a rebirth.



Michelle had spent the last six years married to a man who seemed incapable of love. He had been a deacon at her family’s church. His standing within the congregation was such that her father was only too happy to overlook the great age disparity, giving his blessing to the marriage she never wanted. She had been so young, barely eighteen when they were wed. He had been 38.



Her ex was an awkward and timid man, and although he was never cruel or violent, he was cold; especially once he realized that Michelle was physically incapable of giving him a child. He had been quite kind to her in the early days of their marriage, but that was when he had believed she would be the mother of his children. Once he knew she was barren, he barely spoke to her again.



Because of his religious beliefs, divorce had not been an option to her husband, nor would Michelle’s family or friends approve of such an action. For this reason alone, they stayed married for six miserable years. A loveless marriage with no communication, no sex beyond the first six months, no trust, no common interests or shared goals, and no purpose, is not a recipe for a happy marriage. It had been Michelle who finally made the decision, although she was essentially ostracized for it. To her it was worth it. She had no regrets.



After six years of misery, Michelle was ready to move on. She took what little money she had gotten in the divorce settlement and moved into a small apartment. She’d had just enough money to plan her grand adventure – the adventure that was supposed to be starting today. As she looked around at her strange surroundings, Michelle began to realize that she would not make it to the cruise ship. She had been abducted.



As her blurry vision began to clear, Michelle tried to take in her surroundings. She was in a small room, roughly ten feet long by six feet wide. The floor, ceiling, and walls were very dark, possibly black, but it was hard to tell because the only light source was a dim green light that emanated from a thin band near the top of the wall. There were doors set into the walls at either end of the room which appeared to be made of the same dark material as the walls. There was nothing else there.



Michelle tried to stand, but she just crumpled back to the floor. She realized that she must have been drugged. Her head throbbed and she felt nauseous. After a moment she was able to begin to crawl towards one of the doors. The floor felt cold but slightly soft, like a rubber matt on concrete. After what seemed like hours, she reached the door, feeling along it for some sort of handle or knob. There was none. She tried to push it out, or slide it to the side, but it wouldn’t budge. She began to panic again.



She started crawling towards the other door, this time more quickly. Reaching it, she found it equally useless. She began banging against the door with her fists, fear continuing to grow deep within her. Despite hitting the door so hard that it felt as though she would break her hand, there was almost no sound. The rubbery coating absorbed the shock with a soft “thud, thud, thud.” She attempted to yell out, but a small croak was all that emanated from her throat. She was so thirsty.



Michelle collapsed onto the floor again, exhausted from her minor exertions. She felt dizzy as she lay there panting. She must have lost consciousness for a moment, but her mind began to reboot to the sound of sobbing. It was a pathetic sort of sob, almost like a caged puppy. Michelle felt a chill shoot down her spine as she realized the sobbing had been coming from her.



As her mind began to clear again, Michelle started examining her surroundings with greater intensity. The room was constructed entirely from the same black material. She began methodically banging along the floor and walls, looking for any weakness in the construction. There was none. Every time she struck, she heard the same dull thud. She gave up on that notion when her hands started to really hurt.



This was when something caught her eye. As she was moving around the room she noticed a sudden reflection of light in a small patch on the wall, just next to one of the doorways. She crawled over to it, her legs still too weak to lift her. She could see now that there was about a six inch square panel made of a hard glossy material. She reached out and touched it, finding it cold and hard with a strange vibration emanating from it. The moment she felt that vibration she realized that she had been listening to the hum of whatever was creating it. She’d thought the sound had been in her pounding head, but the sounds pulsed in unison with the vibrations in the plate. It was a subtle and distant sound, very monotonous, almost calming.



Unfortunately, the plate on the wall did nothing but remain cold and black and vibrating. Just as the disappointment began to sink in, Michelle noticed some symbols carved into the black wall above the plate. She ran the tips of her fingers over the carvings, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. It looked like some sort of writing, but Michelle had never seen anything like it. It was a series of dots of varying size and slashes at various angles.



Before she had the chance to really contemplate what any of this meant, Michelle was startled by the sudden sound of a woman’s voice. It was a soft and pleasant sounding voice with just a slight English accent. “Please do not be afraid. You will not be harmed”, it said.



Michelle could not see where the sound came from. There definitely wasn’t anyone in the room with her, but she couldn’t see any speakers anywhere either. She decided that she was going to stand up, one way or another. Gathering all of her strength and willpower, Michelle began to get to her feet, bracing against the wall for balance. After a monumental effort she got fully upright, her face plastered against the dark wall as she tried to catch her breath. As she stood there panting, she noticed a subtle but unusual odor. It was somehow familiar, having a sort of sweet chemical smell. As she began to think about just where she might have smelled the odor before, she began to feel dizzy again, sinking down to her knees without meaning to. A moment later the world went black again.



This time she awoke to a very different sight. There was a bright light, so bright she could barely open her eyes. She tried to turn her head away from the light, but she could not. Her head was restrained. She tried to move her arms, then her legs – all restrained. Panic spread through her again, the rush of adrenaline clearing her head just enough to notice there were figures standing over her. They were hard to see with such a bright light shining directly into her eyes, but she knew one thing – they were not human! They had large round heads and big dark eyes, and strange sounds were coming from nonexistent mouths. They sounded like locusts clicking away at each other at a frenzied pace. She tried to see what they were doing, but with her head restrained she couldn’t tell. Then she felt it. Although her whole body was numb and tingling, she could feel something cold being inserted into her rectum. Whatever it was began to pulse, sending tiny electric shocks into her bowels. With each pulse she could feel all of the muscles in her lower abdomen tighten and then release.



She began to struggle again, the vulnerability of her situation causing her to be overcome by an intense anxiety. As she did so, one of the creatures brought its face directly over hers, laying a grotesque hand with elongated fingers gently onto her cheek. It began clicking menacingly as it softly stroked her face. She began to feel strangely calm, the monotonous pulse in her lower body beginning to hypnotize her. She was conscious of the fact that the pulsing was starting to feel quite good, a strange tingling sensation building around her pussy. As she concentrated on this growing sensation, she could tell, without even seeing it, that her pussy was contracting tightly with every pulse, and then opening wide when it stopped. She could almost picture it, winking slowly, like a great pink eye. This was her final thought before losing consciousness again.



Michelle awoke again, disoriented, head pounding, weak, and nauseous. Again she was greeted by the dim green light. But this time her surroundings were different. She was on some sort of cot sticking out of the dull black wall. This room was a little larger than the last, but again there was nothing in it but her and the cot. She tried to sit up, but she couldn’t lift her head more than two inches off the cot. She decided to roll off instead, landing face first onto the cool black floor with a smack. The cot immediately sucked into the wall, leaving nothing but a smooth black surface in its place. She lay there for a long time, unable to will her body into motion. Eventually, she slept again.



When she awoke this time her head felt much clearer. The pounding was gone and she could form relatively clear thoughts. Her body felt better, too. She was able to sit up fairly easily, taking a moment then to acclimate to her new surroundings. As she sat there she noticed that the lighting began to change, getting brighter and changing from dull green to bright blue. It was the color of the sky. She began to hear birdsong.



“What the hell?” she said, feeling as if she was in some bizarre lucid dream. Her voice had returned. That was good. But there was something heavy around her neck. That was not good. She felt around her throat and found cold metal. She was wearing some sort of collar, smooth metal with elliptical nodules at intervals going round her entire neck. It was solid. She started feeling a bit more nervous.



As she sat there pulling in vain at her new neckwear, there was a sudden swooshing noise as a small metal table and stool shot out of the wall. The female voice with the English accent then said softly, “Please enjoy some nourishment.” Just above the small table a panel shot open in the wall. Inside there was a metal cylinder and what appeared to be a thin plastic tube. The voice came back, “The tube will dispense water. You are dehydrated. Please insert the tube into your oral cavity.”



Michelle didn’t trust taking commands from her unknown captor. She didn’t move.



“Please insert the tube into your oral cavity,” said the voice again.



Again Michelle refused to move.



“Please insert the tube into your oral cavity. If you refuse to comply you will be punished.”



This time Michelle began to slowly move towards the table. She wobbled a bit on her weakened legs, but she made it over to plop herself down onto the stool. She was very nervous, her hand shaking as she reached out to grab the tube. As she pulled on it, it began to extend out from the opening in the wall. She paused for a moment with the tube near her face. She thought it looked a lot like the suction tool that dentists use. Although she was afraid that there could be poison or more drugs in the tube, Michelle placed it into her mouth. She found that she had been more frightened of whatever “punishment” might consist of, than of being poisoned. The moment she closed her lips around the tube, water began to squirt out of it. She hadn’t realized just how thirsty she’d been until the first drops touched her tongue, but then she just sucked on it like crazy until the flow abruptly halted.



“You must now consume nutrients,” the voice said.



Michelle slowly reached in and pulled out the metal cylinder. It contained a white thick liquid, sort of like soup. This time she was a little more bold, as she realized that she was very hungry. If the water was okay, then this probably is too, she thought. She took a big sip of the liquid and was pleasantly surprised. It was sort of sweet and creamy, reminding her of something her mom used to give her for breakfast. She gulped the whole thing down in less than ten seconds before giving a small ladylike belch.



She obeyed when she was instructed to place the cylinder back into the slot, and again when she was told to drink more water. The tube then retracted and the slot slid shut, followed by the table swooshing back into the wall. She was left sitting there naked on the stool. That was when she noticed something different. Her pubic hair was gone!



That sort of pushed her over the edge. She jumped up, the stool disappearing into the wall as she did so, and proceeded to start screaming and throwing herself against one of the two doors in the room. This went on for about ten minutes or so before Michelle slid to her knees sobbing. She stayed like that for quite some time, sniffling and sobbing, wondering why this was happening to her. What the hell did those creatures want? Were they going to experiment on her, she wondered.



Almost in answer to her unspoken question the voice said, “You are designated subject F248. You will be participating in an experiment essential to the survival of your species. Total obedience is required. Failure to obey commands will result in punishment. Each successive punishment will increase in severity. Do not attempt to damage your surroundings. Do not attempt to damage other subjects participating in the experiment. There is a receptacle here,” a metal basin swooshed out in another spot on the wall, “in which you will deposit waste materials.”



Michelle slowly made her way over to the basin. It was basically a toilet without a seat. She needed to pee, but she wasn’t about to do it with someone watching. “Why are you doing this to me?” she yelled. “Why did you choose me?” There was no response.



Then one of the doors opened. Michelle jumped back as the swooshing sound took her off guard. She could see what looked like a hallway running left and right with another black door on the far side. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to go out of the door, no instructions having accompanied its opening. She tentatively started towards it, craning her neck as if that would help her see through the wall. Before she got halfway there, a face popped around the corner.



The sudden appearance of another person startled her, causing her to freeze, every muscle in her body tensing up. The face was looking back at her with a slight smile, the eyes darting up and down her naked body.



“Hello”, said the face in a slightly husky but pleasant female voice.



Michelle did not respond, but stood there holding her breath. The next moment the woman stepped around the corner revealing that she, also, was completely nude. She was an attractive woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties with long red hair, pale freckled skin, and beautiful green eyes. She was taller and heavier than Michelle, not overweight, but with large breasts whose great weight caused the large pink nipples to point slightly toward the ground, and broad curvy hips. She had a large flowery tattoo across her chest above her breasts, several more on her arms, and a large dark tattoo of a red and gold snake curling down and around her left leg.



“Don’t be frightened”, said the woman. “My name is Kara.” The woman stood in the doorway smiling back at her with an expectant look on her face. “Do you mind if I come in?” she asked, tentatively stepping over the threshold. Michelle nodded her assent. Kara walked over to a place on the wall adjacent to where the table and stool had disappeared earlier. She said the word “couch” to no one in particular, and a panel in the wall slid open revealing the front of a black couch which slowly pushed through the wall before coming to rest inside the room.



“Let’s sit, shall we,” said Kara.



Michelle still did not move, eying Kara with a concerned expression on her face. Kara slowly moved over and sat down on the couch, never taking her eyes off of Michelle.



“Please, I won’t bite,” said Kara, lightly tapping the couch with her left hand.



Slowly Michelle made her way over and sat down next to Kara. The couch appeared to be coated in the same black rubbery material that coated the walls, but instead of the solidness she expected to feel, it was actually quite soft and comfortable.



Despite the unexpected comfort of the couch, Michelle sat very rigidly, her back straight as a board, her knees pressed tightly together in a pathetic attempt to hide her sex. Her stiff posture caused her pert little breasts to stick out from her body, so she crossed her arms to cover them.



“There’s no reason to by shy,” said Kara. “We will likely be getting to know each other very intimately.” She flashed a quick but devilish smirk before gently placing a reassuring hand upon Michelle’s right knee.



“What is this place?” asked Michelle. “Were you abducted as well?”



“I don’t know for sure what this place is, but the other… guests seem to think we are on some sort of alien space craft. And yes, I think you could say I was abducted as well,” said Kara casually. Michelle couldn’t understand how this woman could be so calm. Didn’t being abducted tend to make people afraid? She was terrified.



“I saw them,” said Michelle, the words coming out in a little squeak. She shivered as she remembered the strange creature touching her with its long grey fingers.



“Big heads, big eyes, dark rubbery skin, and long thin fingers?” asked Kara.



Michelle nodded.



“Yeah, I saw them too,” said Kara, much too calmly for Michelle’s taste.



“Did they… did they… put something…” Michelle was stammering.



“In my ass?” asked Kara bluntly.



“Yes!”



“Oh, yes. They do that to all of us. It isn’t bad once you know that it won’t hurt you. I’ve actually come to really appreciate those little probes of theirs,” said Kara.



“What?” Michelle asked loudly, feeling absolutely stunned that this woman would say she enjoyed having her ass probed.



Kara laughed lightly. “Listen dear, what is your name?”



“Michelle,” she said, her voice once again a quiet squeak.



“Listen, Michelle, I’ve been here a long time. I don’t know how long it’s been, but I have come to really appreciate being here,” said Kara, intently watching Michelle’s face. “They aren’t going to hurt you. Some of the… activities… can be a little unpleasant at times, but all in all, I rather enjoy them.” Michelle noticed a twinkle in Kara’s eyes as she leaned in close, saying in a rather conspiratorial way, “Just wait until it’s your turn to be tested. You are really going to love it once you become accustomed to it.” Kara noticed the look of worried confusion on Michelle’s face, leaning in even closer she whispered in her ear, “I have had more orgasms in this place than I have had in my entire life before coming here.” Kara’s breath was warm and sweet on her cheek, and she looked as though she was drifting off into the bliss of a very pleasant memory, staring blankly with a tiny smile curling up the corners of her mouth. “And they are good… so very, very… good…” Kara said as she continued to drift away.

What was wrong with this woman, Michelle wondered. And what was this about orgasms? Michelle knew about orgasms, of course, but she wasn’t sure if she had ever had one. Her mother had explained to her years ago that the women in her family didn’t have them. Sex had always been something that a wife had to do to please her husband and to make babies. It was something to be tolerated, nothing more. Both her mother and grandmother had been very explicit about this. But the way Kara was talking about it, orgasms were the most wonderful thing in the world. So wonderful, in fact, that she seemed to actually be happy at having been abducted. Was this all some twisted experiment on human sexuality? Were the creatures who now possessed her going to have sex with her? Or perhaps they intended that she have sex with other captured humans. Either way, Kara’s speech seemed to be having the opposite effect than what she had intended. Michelle was more afraid now, not less.



“Please”, Kara pleaded, “do not be afraid. As long as you are obedient you will really like it here. And, it won’t last forever. They will set you free once they have gathered enough data. I have seen many others come and go.” Kara’s sincerity was such that Michelle started to relax a bit.



“How long will they keep me, do you think?” asked Michelle.



Kara screwed up her face, obviously considering this question very seriously. “I would guess – and this is only a guess, mind you – that you should be back home in two or three weeks. It’s hard to say for sure though. Some of the others were here only a short time, while others stay much longer. I have probably been here for a few months, I think.”



“A few months?” Michelle asked, exasperation in her voice. She didn’t think she would be able to handle such a sentence. Surely the constant anxiety would kill her before so much time could pass.



“It hasn’t been bad at all, really. I like it here. I really think that is why they have kept me here longer than anyone else. There’s a guy who has been here nearly as long as me, and I think he likes it too. He’s a really awkward and geeky dude, so he is probably thrilled to finally have a chance to be sucked, fucked, and stroked by a bunch of actual females,” said Kara, followed by a great chuckle that seemed unnatural for an attractive woman such as her.



Michelle didn’t like the sound of that. Was she really going to be forced to do sexual things with people she had yet to even meet? This didn’t sound like something that she wanted to experience. On the other hand, she felt pretty confident that she could bear it, considering the virtual imprisonment she had been enduring for years. She had a strong spirit. This she knew.



Kara went on to explain how the various gadgets worked in her cell. She only had to say the name of the item she needed and it would appear. There was the toilet, cot, table, stools, food and water slot, and the couch that she had already seen, but there was also a large flat screen television built into the wall opposite the couch, a sink near the toilet, and a strange looking table with electrodes and straps on it. This last item frightened her so badly that she almost pissed herself. She had to ask Kara to turn her back while she relieved herself into the cold metal toilet. She didn’t like the idea that some alien creatures might be watching her go, but she couldn’t hold it forever.



After demonstrating the gadgets in Michelle’s room, Kara suddenly got a very serious look on her face, saying, “Please don’t take the threats of punishment lightly, Michelle. These collars… they can really hurt you. Each time they are activated the pain becomes more intense. I have seen some pretty stubborn people come through here. Even the most hard-assed men eventually submit. Once their will is broken, they obey every command, even the most humiliating, without question. I can tell that you aren’t happy to be here, but DO NOT make it harder for yourself.”



Michelle could feel the tears beginning to well up in her eyes. This was all too much to accept. How could her life take such a drastic and unanticipated turn? This was not the way she had intended to spend her vacation.



Just as Michelle began to feel like she would lose it, the voice spoke from above, saying, “F214 will now demonstrate the cleaning facility and proper cleaning methods for F248.”



With this Kara gently took Michelle’s hand, giving her a soft smile and saying, “Come on, it’s okay.”



Michelle followed her out of her room, to the right, and down a long corridor with many closed doors towards an open alcove at the end of the hall. As they stepped inside the roughly six by six room, a compartment opened up in one of the walls. Inside, there were what looked like two metallic silver bricks. Kara picked them both up, handing one of them to Michelle. It was way lighter than she had expected it to be, and it was soft, feeling very much like a sponge with a slightly abrasive surface. Warm water suddenly began to spray out of the ceiling, drenching them both. Again Kara was smiling softly at her.



“We have to wash each other. I’ll do you first to show you how. Then you can do me,” Kara said.



“Why can’t we just wash ourselves?” asked Michelle.



“Because that isn’t what they want,” said Kara, giving her a look like she had just asked the stupidest question imaginable. “Trust me, you do not want to receive punishment while you are wet. I saw that once before. It was… very unpleasant looking,” said Kara with an unusually grave expression on her face.



She then began to scrub Michelle’s wet naked body with the silver sponge. As she did so there appeared a white soapy foam that made the procedure more pleasant than Michelle had expected. Kara started very gently at first, but as she continued her scrubbing became more forceful. She washed her upper body thoroughly, spending more time than necessary on her small firm breasts, before continuing to her lower half. Kara then reached into the opening from where she had taken the silver sponges, pulling out another long tube similar to the one from which Michelle had drunk earlier. This one had what looked like a long plastic nozzle attached, which flared out at the tip.



Kara sort of squinted up her eyes and wrinkled her forehead, giving Michelle that look that so many people give before they deliver bad news. “You might not like this part too much, but I promise I’ll be gentle,” she said. “Put your right leg up here,” Kara pointed toward a small ledge about two feet off the ground. Michelle hesitated. “Please,” said Kara with a sudden look of urgency in her eyes. Michelle obeyed, lifting her right leg until she was in a vulnerable position which exposed fully the lips of her sex. Kara went to her knees, gently inserting the tube, which was now expelling some sort of clear liquid, into her vagina. It was something of a shock, though the feeling was not all that unpleasant. Liquid oozed from the opening as Kara gently moved the device back and forth, swirling the flared tip around to get at every bit of her insides. It hurt just slightly as she did this, the muscles in her lower abdomen a little sore from whatever the creatures had done to her earlier. Michelle felt her face flush, the intimacy of the process making her feel somewhat embarrassed.



“Okay, now turn around,” said Kara as she removed the device from her vagina. Michelle lowered her leg and turned around. “Now put your left leg up”, Kara softly commanded. Michelle obeyed. She could feel the device gently but firmly inserted into her rectum, an involuntary gasp escaping her lips as the flared tip slipped inside. Again there was just a small amount of pain as her sore muscles adapted to this new intrusion. The reality of what was happening struck her when she saw some small pieces of fecal matter being drawn away with the expelled water, running down the floor to disappear into a long thin crack that acted as a drain. She felt humiliated. Kara kept this process up until all of the particulate was flushed away, leaving only clear liquid flowing out of Michelle’s ass, down her leg, and onto the black floor.



Kara then released the tube which retracted back into the opening from which it came, before proceeding to scrub Michelle’s lower half with the silver sponge. When she came to her pussy she was very gentle, working the sponge around the outside of her lips. She then used her fingers to gently clean in between the folds of skin, sticking them slightly into the opening of her pussy and swirling them around. Eventually Kara stood up and began to wash Michelle’s hair. She took her time, softly massaging her scalp with her finger tips. She then rinsed her hair, the soap somehow stopping just when it needed to.



Then it was Michelle’s turn to wash Kara. She did her best to repeat exactly the process as Kara had done, though a few minor corrections were required. When it came time to wash her openings Kara took the tube from the wall again, handing it to Michelle before lifting her leg to expose her pussy. Michelle went to her knees. She had never been this close to another woman’s parts before. She felt awkward, yet also a slight thrill at this new experience. She noticed that Kara had a c-section scar, though it was obviously long healed and didn’t detract much from her beauty. Her vagina looked different than Michelle’s, the lips being much fuller, hanging slightly down. As she began to work the nozzle into Kara’s pussy, pushing apart her soft and slightly fatty lips, she noticed that her clitoris was quite a bit larger than her own as well. It protruded like a small strawberry from underneath its hood.



Noticing Michelle’s intent look, Kara asked, “Do you like how I look? How I feel?”



Michelle couldn’t bring herself to answer, just giving a slight nod to express her assent.



“Good. I hope you get to play with it real soon,” said Kara, biting her lower lip seductively.



What did she mean by that, Michelle wondered. Was that part of the experiment? Was she going to be expected to perform sexual acts with other women? She continued to ponder these questions as she found herself suddenly face to face with Kara’s sphincter. It looked like a small puffy pink star, not dirty like she had always expected one to look. It took a bit more force than she felt comfortable using, but the nozzle eventually pushed through the opening, penetrating deep into Kara’s behind. Michelle worked it around as Kara had done to her, a few small pieces of shit running out of the hole with the expelled water. It was only when she smelled the slight odor of feces that Michelle began to feel a little disgusted by what she was doing, but it was soon over, the liquid coming out pure and clear. She then proceeded to scrub Kara’s lower half, taking the time to clean thoroughly in and around her smooth fatty lips and up into her opening. She felt her clitoris as she was doing this, finding it to be much more firm than she would have expected. Kara made a slight moan, her body shivering when Michelle touched her. She seemed to be enjoying it.



After Michelle had finished washing Kara’s hair the water suddenly stopped. Kara stepped toward the opening of the alcove, placing her feet inside two silver circles on the floor. As she stood there with her legs spread into a wide stance, jets of air began to shoot out of small slits in the floor and walls, drying her body almost instantly. The force of the jets was such that Michelle could see ripples in Kara’s flesh as the air moved over her naked body. Michelle then followed suit. It was a very strange feeling.



“The subjects will now return to their rooms,” said the voice from above.



Kara smiled and took Michelle’s hand, leading her back down the hallway and towards her room. Michelle noticed numbers on each of the doorways that they passed along the way – M112, M121, F233, M119, and on like that. When they arrived at Michelle’s room, Kara turned to her smiling. There was definitely something about her smile that seemed so sincere, so caring, that Michelle felt instantly calmed each time she saw it. She was beginning to get rather attached to it, really.



Kara lifted her hand and gently brushed it against Michelle’s cheek, saying, “Don’t worry about a thing, sweetie. You’re gonna do just fine. Just try to enjoy it.”



Michelle, seeing her lifeline about to disappear, panicked. She reached out and grabbed Kara’s arm with both of her hands, begging, “Please, can’t you stay with me?”



Kara gave her a sympathetic look, but it quickly gave way to one of fear as she pulled herself free from Michelle. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but I have to go,” Kara said, as she scurried down the hallway and out of sight.



Swoosh! The door to her room slid shut. Michelle was alone again.



The couch was still sticking out of the wall, but just as she began to move towards it, ready to collapse onto its rubbery softness, the voice spoke to her. “F248 will now insert the instrument provided into her anal cavity.” The slot in the wall slid open to reveal a small metal object.



This was too much. Michelle was really getting sick of having things stuck up her ass. What the hell was the purpose of any of this? Despite her building anger, she did walk over to the slot in the wall. She was curious about what the object was, although she had already decided that she would refuse the command. It looked like a large silver bullet, about four inches long with a tapered tip and small protruding nodules evenly spaced over its surface. The other end had a groove near the tip, and somehow Michelle knew that her sphincter was supposed to slip into that grove, holding the probe in place. There was a small green LED lit up on the flat end of the device near the groove. She was not going to put it inside her.



The voice came back, “F248 will insert the instrument into her anal cavity.”



Michelle refused to pick it up.



“F248 will insert the instrument into her anal cavity, or she will receive punishment.”



A jolt of fear shot through Michelle at the mention of “punishment”, yet still she held her ground. She simply was not going to go along with this any longer. Maybe if she didn’t behave then they would decide to let her go. Maybe she could… Slam! Out of nowhere someone punched Michelle in the brain. Or that is what it felt like, anyway. It wasn’t like being punched in the head. It actually felt like someone inside her head had tried to punch their way out. The initial shock only lasted a split second, but it was enough to knock Michelle to the ground, her whole body twitching uncontrollably. There were little aftershocks of pain that shot through her body each time she convulsed.



After a short while, Michelle’s body stopped twitching and her brain began to clear. There was blood in her mouth. She had bitten her tongue. Michelle decided that Kara had been right, punishment was to be avoided.



“F248 will insert the instrument provided into her anal cavity,” came the voice again.



Michelle stood up and picked up the device. It was slippery with a clear lubricant coating the outside. She bent over and leaned on the couch, slipping the slick tip of the probe into her ass. It took very little effort to push it the rest of the way in, her pliant hole extending as each of the tiny nodules popped through, the probe coming to rest as her sphincter slid in, squeezing tightly into the grove. Michelle stood up, getting used to the strange new feeling in her posterior. It wasn’t really too bad, she decided, so long as she didn’t move too suddenly. She hadn’t even noticed she’d been crying.



After pacing around her cell for a few minutes, Michelle gingerly lowered herself onto the couch. She wasn’t sure if sitting was such a good idea, but it felt fine. There was a slight bit of extra pressure on her tight little hole, but it was no more than a minor nuisance.



Michelle decided she would try the TV, hoping for something that might distract her from her present troubles. “Turn on TV,” she said, and to her surprise the TV lit up, a picture appearing on the screen. It was Kara. She was strapped to a table similar to the one that had frightened her so much earlier in the day. But Kara didn’t look afraid. Michelle didn’t understand that. How could she be so calm while she is strapped, naked and completely immobile, onto a table? She was so exposed, her legs spread wide by the hinged metal arms which comprised that portion of the table. Michelle realized she was holding her breath, such was the anxiety she felt for her new friend.



Then a man entered the frame. Like Kara, he was completely naked. He was thin, skinny even, with shoulder length black hair. His skin was extremely pale. He was not a handsome man. His nose was too large, his teeth terribly crooked, and he wore thick glasses that looked like they were made in the early 1980′s. He looked young, maybe early to mid twenties. He was eyeing Kara hungrily.



She could hear the “voice from above” speaking, but the voice didn’t come from above this time. It was coming through the speakers on the screen. “M112 will attach the clamps to the female’s nipples,” it said.



The man walked to one side of the table, removing a metal clamp with a cord attached to it from under the table’s edge. He reached out and clamped it onto Kara’s left breast. A tiny gasp escaped her lips as it clasped her nipple, the blood squeezed into the tip, causing it to stiffen and its shade to darken. He then walked around to the other side, repeating the process for her right nipple. Again Kara let out a small gasp accompanied by a slight grimace this time.



Michelle was sitting bolt upright on the edge of the couch. She wanted to help her friend, but there was nothing she could do. As she was focused intently on the screen, Michelle was caught completely off guard by the sudden jolt of electricity that shot up through her entire body, emanating from the probe in her rectum. At the same moment she saw Kara’s body convulse, her hips thrusting into the air as her muscles contracted. She stayed that way for about two seconds before her muscles suddenly relaxed, the cheeks of her ass making a slapping noise as they landed back on the edge of the metal table. As both women’s muscles relaxed, Michelle could feel her pussy lips spreading open, the muscles which would normally hold them closed refusing to respond. Her legs had spread open wide when the jolt had gone through her. She hadn’t even realized it. She could see, looking at the screen, that Kara was having a similar problem – her big thick pussy lips hanging wide, exposing her gaping sex.



The voice then said, “M112 will now use the orb provided to stimulate the female subject.”



The man walked over to the slot in the wall, retrieving a smooth metal sphere, about the size of a baseball. When he turned back around, Michelle noticed that his penis had begun to engorge. He then walked over to stand between Kara’s legs, stooping slightly as he stared down at the large pink gash. It looked like he was about to stick his now fully erect cock into her, when suddenly both women received another jolt. This one was more powerful than the previous one, Michelle involuntarily thrusting her pelvis and spreading her legs. It was such an unusual feeling, both pain and pleasure streaking through her nervous system. This one lasted longer than the last, her pussy lips clamped shut with tremendous force, her ass feeling as though she might crush the probe which was causing the sensation. As the pulse abated, Michelle noticed Kara’s ass slap back down on the table at just the moment her own landed on the couch. The probes were perfectly synchronized.



The man then began to lower the metal sphere towards Kara’s gaping hole. When it came within a couple of inches from her pussy, blue streams of energy began to stretch between them. As the energy crackled over her lips and clit, Kara let out a long high pitched whine, followed by a series of squeaks and groans. The lips on Kara’s cunt, still hanging open wide, started to tremble and twitch. The closer the sphere came to touching her skin, the more violent and rapid the twitching became.

As this went on, Michelle could see that Kara’s muscles were all beginning to tighten again, the straps holding her to the table digging into her flesh as she pulled against them. Just when it appeared that Kara’s bright red face might pop from the pressure, the man brought the sphere down onto her clitoris causing her to flex even further against her restraints. She let out a howl like a wounded animal, thrusting with all her might against the metal sphere, which the man was now rubbing up and down her twitching gash.



Between the bestial sounds emanating from her throat, Kara screamed out, “OH, FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! I’M COMINGGGGGGGG!”



At that moment the probe in Michelle’s ass sent another, even more powerful, burst of electricity up through her body. Again she bucked, her holes clamping down with enough force to hurt. Despite being unable to control much of her body, Michelle had been able to maintain her view of Kara on the screen. She was convulsing like something inhuman, every muscle stretched taught. Her hips were bouncing and thrusting this way and that, her pussy shut so tight that it looked like it might just suck up inside itself.



The electricity shooting through Michelle’s body began to pulse, each time the severity slightly less than the last. The warm tingling feeling was becoming more intense as the blasts lessened. Without thinking, she found her hand on her pussy, massaging her clit rapidly as an intense feeling began to build deep within her.



The voice came from above almost immediately. “F248, you are not authorized for self-stimulation at this time. Desist immediately,” it said.



Michelle stopped at once, pulling fingers slick with her juices away from her quivering hole. She hadn’t even meant to do that. It just felt so good.



Looking back at the screen, Michelle noticed that the man had stepped away from Kara’s body, which lay there twitching occasionally. She was worried about her friend. There were moments where it seemed that Kara was really enjoying what had happened to her, but most of the time it just looked like she was in intense pain. If only she could go and talk to her, to make sure she was alright.



After a few minutes the man returned to where Kara lay strapped to the table. She had ceased to twitch and was lying there like a corpse, her legs still spread wide, her pussy hanging open invitingly. The man began unstrapping the ties that had held her immobile, taking much longer on the straps binding her upper thighs, leaning his face in close to her exposed sex. The look of hunger on his face was disturbing, as if it was all that he could do to keep from plunging his face into her crotch. Eventually Kara’s body was free, but she didn’t move. She continued to lie there panting softly. The man left the frame, the screen going black a moment later.



Michelle tried to come to grips with what she had just seen. Was this something that would be done to her next? The thought terrified her. Being held immobile was something that had always frightened her. To Michelle, just thinking about being in the vulnerable position in which Kara had just been in was enough to cause the beginnings of a panic attack. It seemed like the walls of her cell were shrinking in, coming to envelope and suffocate her in its blackness. She began to chant a mantra in her head – Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid. It was the words that Kara had used, and it was her voice that Michelle heard saying it in her mind.



The voice from above said, “F248 will insert her left arm into the slot provided,” a circular panel opening in the wall.



Michelle somehow found the courage to make her way to the opening, slowly and tentatively sticking her arm through the hole. This couldn’t be good, she thought. She started having visions of machinery grinding her arm into pulp, a fear which suddenly intensified when she felt something tighten around her upper arm. Her natural reaction was to pull her arm free, but it was held fast, her efforts only causing it to grip tighter. She could feel her arm start to go numb, the strength of the grip cutting off all circulation. What felt like a hand gripped her wrist, followed a moment later by a slight prick in the crook opposite her elbow.



A moment later her arm was released, Michelle falling back and landing on the floor. She felt suddenly very strange, a warmth traveling up her arm to spread through her entire body. She had been drugged again. She looked down at her arm, a small droplet of blood oozing from the vein.



Michelle expected to fall unconscious again, but instead she felt her heart rate begin to increase, a warm tingling sensation spreading all through her body. A tremendous sense of relief washed over her as she began to realize something. She felt REALLY good! It started to make sense why Kara had said she enjoyed being here. Michelle suddenly realized that she was happy to be there too. In fact, there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be than just where she was.



She lay spread out on the floor where she had fallen, rolling gently back and forth, reveling in the tantalizing sensations which shot through her nerves every time her skin touched the floor. Without thinking she began caressing her entire body, the feelings so wonderful and intense that they were almost overwhelming. This must be what heaven feels like, she thought. She felt no fear, nor pain. She was basking in the glorious moment.



After about ten minutes of peacefully enjoying her sense of bliss, Michelle was interrupted by the voice again. “F248 will now exit her room,” it said, the door swooshing open again.



Michelle gathered her thoughts, coming back to reality. She arose slowly, the beautiful feeling coursing through her body intensifying with every movement. She could feel herself smiling, her earlier anxiety now coming in the form of anticipation and excitement. Whatever they had injected her with was some really great stuff, she thought.



As she stepped through the door, the voice said, “F248 will turn to the left, proceed down the hallway, and enter the open door marked M112.”



She was going to the room of the man that had been tormenting Kara not fifteen minutes ago. Although Michelle remembered how terrified she had been that she might receive the same treatment, she was surprised to learn that she was no longer afraid. She was now more curious than anything else. What would she find in the room?



When she arrived at the open door, Michelle was confronted by something she hadn’t expected to find. The man was the one who was lying on the table naked. He wasn’t strapped down, as Kara had been, but was lying on his back looking directly at her as she entered the room. It wasn’t her face that he was looking at.



“You’re the new girl?” he asked, as she stood there beside the table. He appeared unable to look her in the eye, his gaze darting all over her body instead.



“I’m Michelle,” she said timidly, waiting expectantly for reciprocation of her introduction. It did not come.



It was the voice from above that spoke. “F248 will restrain M112 utilizing the straps attached to the table,” it commanded.



Michelle quickly obeyed. She started with his ankles, working her way up his body from there. The straps were wide black bands of Velcro. She thought it was strange to see Velcro here. Everything else in this place was so alien, but these Velcro straps felt like some tenuous link to life on Earth. The fleeting connection to her former life slipped away as quickly as it came, the image of a strange man’s flaccid penis dragging her back into this bizarre new reality. She continued strapping him in, binding his head tightly to a soft rubbery pad attached to the head of the table. She could feel his eyes, magnified as they were by his thick glasses, roaming hungrily over her body.



As she was finishing the restraining process, Michelle noticed a strange odor permeating the air in the room. It was an unusual, yet somehow familiar odor, like a mild mixture of sweat, urine, and flowers. Consciously, Michelle thought the odor a bit unpleasant, but she found herself inhaling deeply, unable to get enough of it. She noticed the man’s nostrils flaring as he also inhaled the strange odor.



“Pheromones, I think,” said the man. “They always do that. I’m not sure if it really has much effect, but they probably know something about human physiology that I don’t. I’m just a computer geek.”



Apparently it was having some effect on him, as his penis was beginning to slowly grow. Michelle found herself staring at his genitals, amazed at how different he looked in comparison with her ex. The guy strapped to the table had large testicles that hung down so low that his scrotum completely obscured his rectum. Her ex’s had been smaller and tended to hang tight against his groin. She also noticed, as his cock continued to expand, that it was long and thin with a bulbous tip much wider than the shaft. He was also sans pubes, just as she and Kara were. It looked strange and unappealing to Michelle, although she was having difficulty looking away.



She stood there, entranced by his strange cock and balls, when suddenly his body jerked to life. His muscles strained and his groin thrust upwards against the restraints. As his body bucked involuntarily, his elongated scrotum flopping about wildly, Michelle caught a glimpse of shiny metal and a rapidly flashing LED protruding from his rectum. She stood there dumbfounded by this unexpected spectacle.



After fifteen seconds or so, his body stopped thrusting, coming to rest again on the metal table. As his ass hit the edge, the probe suddenly shot out of him, bouncing quietly upon the black rubbery floor and coming to rest near Michelle’s bare feet. She stood there looking down at the slime-coated object, feeling… what? Curiosity? Fear? Shock? Revulsion? She wasn’t quite sure. Her body and mind were both out of sorts, the drug she was given affecting her in a variety of unusual ways.



“You’re going to have to put that back in for me”, said the man casually.



Michelle was horrified. No, she was not touching that nasty thing, she thought. If he was so concerned about it, he should have tried harder to keep it in his ass.



“F248 will reinsert the device into M112′s anal cavity”, came the voice from above.



“Fuck!” said Michelle, dreading the task she knew she would have to perform. She had never been one for cursing, but this seemed like an appropriate time to start. Slowly she leaned down, trying to grasp the probe by the small tip that had not been inside of his ass. It was too slick, slipping between her fingers and dropping back to the floor. She tried once more, and again it slipped back to the floor. Michelle let out a deep sigh then, before grabbing the whole probe in the palm of her hand, carefully lifting it into position. She had to pick up his balls with her left hand so that she could gain access to his hole. When she did this, she could see why the probe had popped out. The guy had a real nasty case of hemorrhoids. Large purplish nodules stared back at her from between his small pimply cheeks. Michelle felt suddenly nauseous, but she gingerly inserted the tapered metal tip into his hole before plunging it rapidly the rest of the way. He let out a pained grunt when she did this, but felt little sympathy.



As Michelle released her grip on the probe, preparing to release his balls, the probe unexpectedly shot back out again, landing on the floor by her feet. She felt a sudden burst of anger at this, her initial instinct being to give a good hard jerk on the balls she still had in her hand. Again she picked up the probe, inserting it without any consideration for his comfort this time. Before she could release it though, she had to work with her fingers to try to press his gnarly sphincter down into the groove to keep it from popping out again. She wasn’t very gentle doing this, so the man pulled against the restraints and was grunting and growling as she worked the purple lumps down into the groove as best she could. As she was attempting to work a particularly hard and stubborn lump down into the groove, a foul-smelling yellow liquid shot out of it, spraying right across her face.



Michelle dropped what she was doing, falling to her hands and knees, retching uncontrollably. After a few moments she jumped to her feet, yelling, “SINK!” The panel in the wall swooshed open and a sink slowly began to push out of the wall. There was a small nozzle on top for dispensing soap, and Michelle began pumping it, frantically washing her hands and face as if they were on fire.



As she continued to wash, the voice said, “F248 will reinsert the device into M112′s anal cavity.”



At that, Michelle turned around angrily to see that the probe had once again popped out and was lying on the floor between his spread legs. “FUCK YOU!” she screamed, pointing at the man on the table. “FUCK YOU!” she screamed, looking up at the ceiling, before turning and marching toward the still open door.



Bam! Someone was trying to punch their way out of her head again, knocking her off her feet. Bam! Bam! Bam! She felt like her eyeballs were going to pop. The most intense pain she had ever experienced was shooting through her body like gunshots, starting at the collar around her neck and zipping up and down through her nervous system. She was dizzy and confused, unable to remember where she was or how she had gotten there. Her body continued to convulse after the last of the jolts had ceased. Tears were streaming from her eyes, and there was a foamy drool coming out of the corners of her mouth. It had really killed her buzz.



As she tried to regain her composure the voice returned, saying, “F248 will reinsert the device into M112′s anal cavity.”



Michelle slowly and deliberately got to her feet, her knees knocking together as she struggled to regain her balance. She felt like a microwaved hotdog. She couldn’t think clearly, but she knew that she must obey. She didn’t want to be punished anymore.



She made her way over and picked up the slippery probe, lifting it slowly to the disfigured orifice with a very shaky hand. She really tried to get the tip of the probe into the center of his hole, but with her shaky hands she accidentally poked him hard into a big purple hemorrhoid.



The man howled with pain before screaming at her, “What the fuck are you doing? You fucking dumb bitch!”



Tears poured down Michelle’s face as she stammered, “S-s-s-s-sorry… I-I-I-I’m t-t-t-t-trying.” She took a deep breath and using both hands she was able to slide the probe into place. Again she used her finger tips to work the lumpy skin down into the groove near the rear tip of the silver probe. “C-c-c-can you sq… squeeze it? T-t-t-t-tight?” she asked, the muscles in her throat feeling like they belonged to someone else.



“It fucking hurts!” he yelled at her.



“P-p-p-p-please”, she pleaded with him.



He let out an exasperated sigh, then, grunting, his sphincter tightened, the ring of puffy flesh squeezing down into the groove. Michelle said a silent prayer that it would remain in place this time.



“You know,” said the man in an angry voice, “soon you’ll be the one strapped to the table. And I am going to fuck your ass till it bleeds, bitch. You better fucking…” His threats were cut short as a burst from the probe shot up from his ass and through his body. His pelvis thrust up into the air. His cock had gone limp during the time it took her to sort out the anal probe issue, and now it was flopping back and forth, his balls bouncing and swaying. She could see the LED on the probe flashing rapidly as it sent its pulsing waves of energy through his jerking muscles.



“Awwwww-ha-ha-ha… Fuck… That’s good shit,” he said in obvious delight, his cock coming back to life, stiffening rapidly.



The drugs in Michelle’s body had begun to dull her pain, again sending waves of soothing pleasure coursing through her veins. Despite this, she couldn’t help but feel disgusted by what she was witnessing. Her instinct was to choke the helpless bastard to death while he was immobilized. The thought of him doing things to her exposed and naked body as she lay strapped to a table was just about the most awful thing she could imagine. If only Kara were here to give her one of those comforting smiles. Where was she, Michelle wondered. Was she in her cell watching Michelle through her television screen?



The voice from above commanded her then. “F248 will now use her oral cavity to stimulate M112.”



No fucking way, she thought. This was NOT happening. She stood there staring incredulously at his semi-erect penis, bile creeping up the back of her throat.



“F248 will use her oral cavity to stimulate M112″, came the voice again.



Michelle had an idea then. She moved around to the side of his outstretched body, slowly moving her lips over his left nipple, she began to suck. She could hear a sudden intake of breath as her lips and tongue moved over his hardening teat.



After a moment he said, “You know that isn’t what she meant,” referring to the woman whose voice gave the commands. “You need to suck my balls and my dick. You have to make me cum,” he said.



Michelle kept sucking his nipple, trying her best to ignore the disgusting request.



“F248 will now follow the commands from M112. Any deviance will be met with punishment,” said the woman’s voice.



Michelle’s heart sank. Such was the despair she felt upon hearing this command that she imagined she could physically feel it flowing like a black sludge from her brain, through her body, and pooling deep down in her soul. This was going to scar her for life, she thought.



“I told you,” said the man, sounding like a bratty child whose mommy had just backed him up. “I want you to start by tonguing my balls,” he said with just a bit too much enthusiasm.



Michelle slowly worked her way around until she stood between his spread legs. She began to bend down, her face inching towards his grotesque wrinkled sack. Just before she reached it, however, his pelvis thrust up into the air again, the lights on the probe flashing madly, his heavy hanging balls slinging upward to brush against her chin.



The man’s muscles strained taught against the straps, his cock, now fully erect, slapped against his abdomen with each pulse of the probe – flap! flap! flap! His testicles had sucked up so tightly to his body that it looked like they would pop up inside, never to be seen again. The wrinkled skin of his scrotum, hanging down from his skittish balls, was wiggling back and forth, reminding Michelle of a wattle on an angry turkey. The probe began to pulse in short two second bursts, causing him to thrust up and down involuntarily, grunting with every move, his balls sliding up and down inside his sack like a yoyo in a pillowcase.



Soon the probe stopped pulsing and his body began to relax. His cock continued to twitch, a small thin stream of cum stretching between its bulbous head and his sweaty stomach. Veins bulged out of his angry purple member, anxiously anticipating contact with her warm wet mouth.



“Suck my balls. Now! Suck them hard!” he barked at her.



Michelle closed her eyes and took the weighty stones into her mouth, sucking in one and then the other. She started to gag as they attempted to slide back into the opening of her esophagus, his long sack blocking her airway.



“Just fucking suck them! Don’t swallow them, you dumb bitch!” he scolded her.



She closed her lips around his soft skin and started sucking with all her might. He let out a long low moan as she moved her tongue around the underside of his pouch, the skin now pulled tight as she pulled her head back lightly.



Between moans he commanded her, “Now stroke my cock with your hand. Don’t stop sucking.”



She used her right hand to grasp the long thin dick, his skin feeling hot to the touch. The little bit of cum that had dripped out of him now worked as a lubricant as she began pumping methodically up and down with her hand. She could feel the bulges where the veins stood out from the rest of his skin as they slid between her small fingers. His muscles started to tense as he grew closer and closer to orgasm.

***I edited the text with asterices to break up the scene changes better. Makes it easier to follow. I am setting this up to have a mental component, as well as physical. So, please, bear with me. And still my thanks to “J D” for getting me going again.***



I can still see that you are a little bit in shock, as my roommate disappears into her room and locks her door. I don’t want to ruin what may be a chance at a good thing. I decide it’s best to talk.



“Don’t be worried. As long as you treat me right, we have nothing to worry about. It’s only if you cheat or misuse me, that we will have a problem.”



“But what if we try this, and after a few times it doesn’t work? What if we just break up?”



“If it is amicable, then there are no worries. I started this website out to publicly humiliate some people that have hurt me in the past. And it started out with three guys. And even with warnings to other guys; it has still grown to 14 in total. There are a few that aren’t on here. All I ask for is a little respect.”



You seem a little nervous.



“Hun, this is a lot to take in. I don’t want to overwhelm you, and I also don’t want to scare you off. I really enjoyed tonight, a lot. And I want to get together with you again, in one way or another. But how about I go get into something a little more comfortable, you get yourself dressed, and I will take you home.”



“That may for the best. I just- I don’t know.”



“It’s ok. I will be right back.”



I must admit, as I hurry back to my room to change, that I am pretty nervous. I think you are pretty cute, and that you might be someone who will be able to handle me and my “quirks” in the future. But I am scared I did too much too fast. I quickly toss my dress, bra, and thong back on to my laundry basket. I slip off my stockings. I quickly throw on a fleece jogging suit, and flip flops. Toss my hair back in ponytail, and grab my keys.



“Are you ready?”



“Yeah, I think so. You remember how to get to my place?”



“If I need help, you are along, silly.”



We run out to my car in a light rain, and get in. Driving along, it is awkward silence. I don’t like it, at all. I want to make small talk, but I just don’t know where to begin. I turn on the radio quiet enough to at least break the silence.



“I want to thank you, again, for your help, this afternoon. It handles so much better, now”



“Don’t mention it. In fact you thanked me just fine. I am not worried about you needing to do anymore for me.”



“I don’t want you to think I am a bad person. I am really not.”



“How can I think anything else than you blackmail people into get what you want. That’s a lot to take in. I thought you were a great girl. And, who knows, maybe you are. But, right now, I just don’t know if I am going to pursue finding out. Because, right now I am scared that no matter what I do, in this situation, I am going to be embarrassed, publically.”



“It isn’t like that.”



“Well, right now, it sure doesn’t look like it.”



I pull into your driveway. As you get out of the car, I call out, “I hope to hear from you.”



“Don’t hold your breath”



The car door slams and I pull out of the driveway. Tears fill my eyes, as I sob the whole drive home. I run into my house, and right into my room, throw myself onto my bed and wail. There is a light tapping at my door.



“Hun you ok?”



“No!”



“Can I come in?”



“Sure”



My roommate, Jamie, comes in and lies next to me on the bed. Her hand is running through my hair.



“You want to talk about it?”



I just reply with a grunt



“We’ve been down this road before. Do I need to upload another album?”



I shake my head, quickly. I just point to myself.



“Are you trying to say you are at fault?”



I respond with a nod. “It is always my fault. I should have gone to see how this was going, before I had you do that. Now, he is too mad to even talk to me. I am sure he won’t call again. And that isn’t his fault.”



“Well you can’t say that. You just don’t know. We will play it out and see how it goes. Do you have his number?”



“No, I only put mine into his phone. Besides he wouldn’t want to talk to me. I don’t know anymore than where he lives, and I am not going to be a stalker.”



“Just wait it out and see what happens, sweetie. Don’t forget I will protect you, and I will always be here for you.”



*********



You are sitting around at work, just messing with busy work at your desk. You are still trying to get your head wrapped around what happened last night. You just wish this day would get over with, so you can go home. But it’s only 11:15am. You aren’t even feeling like lunch, you just are sick to your stomach.



Your phone extension rings. It’s your friend Mike, two floors up. He is asking about your plans for lunch.



“I don’t really feel like eating today. Maybe I can work through lunch and get out of here a little earlier.”



“What’s wrong, man? That doesn’t sound like you at all.”



“It’s nothing, yet, so no use worrying about it.”



“I will be right down.”



“Don’t bother”, you try to say but the phone clicks before you finish.



In about 4 minutes, Mike is at your door. He closes and deadbolts your door behind you. He takes a seat across from your desk in the chair.



“Alright man what’s the matter? You aren’t yourself. You are always a happy guy, except well when Beth broke your heart.”



“Well I don’t know how to explain it to you. I am still trying to understand it all, myself.”



“Well explain it to me, as best you can. And I will help you try and figure it out.”



“Ok. I met this girl.” “That’s half the trouble right there.”



“Just shut up and listen. She was fun. She was sexy. I changed her flat. She took me out for dinner. We had dessert at her place.”



“Did you have dessert?Or did you have DESSERT?”



“What do you think?”



“Well I can see where that can be a cause to make a guy pissy. Getting laid is such a pain in the ass.”



“Well that is where things went terribly wrong.”



You launch into an explanation, as best you as you can, of what happened. He listens wide eyed, as you explain.



“Hey! I got to ask; was this girl half Asian? Was the roommate, blonde with big cans?”



“Yeah, how did you know?”



“Was her website called …?



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You are following Mike back to his house after a long day. He told you that he could explain things to you a lot better, at his place. It’s already dark as you pull in, and you walk your way to the front door. Mike’s wife, Katie, has three places set at the dinner table. You sit down to a nice meal, and conversation is mostly between Mike and Katie.



Finally the meal is done; you and Mike are cleaning up. Katie closes the refrigerator and looks at you.



“You have been awfully quiet, tonight. Is everything ok?”



“You are going to have to forgive him honey. He is a little star struck.”



“Star struck? Did you meet yourself a celebrity?”



“A local legend is more like it.”



“Well in your guys’ line of work, you meet a lot of famous people in this town. That should be nothing new.”



“I said a local legend, not a celebrity.”



“Who is it?”



You finally decide to speak up. “I just met a girl.”



“Oh you met a girl who is well known, and you can’t talk about it, right?”



“Well I don’t know how well known this girl is.”



Mike chimes back in, “Dear, she is well known in our house.”



You look over at Mike, completely stunned. You are more shocked that Katie, this very quiet and polite woman, has any idea of who you tangled with last night.



“Well quit making me guess! Tell me who it is!”



“He tangled with Miss Sweet ‘N’ Sour.”



“Oh, my.” Katie started to blush. I think she realized that you now knew that she looked at the kind of sites that star a woman that you messed with last night. “You aren’t on the website yet are you?”



“I don’t know. I don’t really want to look.”



Mike looks at Katie. “I wonder if we should show him what he has gotten tangled up in.”



“I don’t know if I feel comfortable looking at the site, with him around. Maybe he should just look on his own.”



“Honey, you shouldn’t be ashamed, he has been our friend for years. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t talked about visiting gallery 6 again.”



Katie stammers and blushes and leaves the room. Mike looks at you.



“C’mon man, let’s go in the den.”



Mike pulls up his computer up and log in.



“Are you ready?”



“I guess so.”



Mike pulls up a computer to a website, which looks like a pretty tame site, except you know what the site really holds. It is a basic site, pink background with Purple writing. Pictures of the girl you know all to well, in different poses and positions, are spread through out the site.



“Ok, so it is porn. I have seen porn. What is so great about it?”



“Well take a look at some of these galleries.”



Mike opens gallery number one, which shows me riding a black guy. Not only am I taking his large shaft deep into my throat, I also seem to be taking much of his massive rod into my pussy. It amazes you that I am stuffing so much into my puss. But you can’t help but watch.



“She told me that she does this stuff out of revenge. I wonder what is so evil about this.”



“Well each of these picture galleries has a corresponding movie. We should watch it.”



You sit back with a beer, as the film starts. You see me talking to the guy in the film. Soon he is taking down my robe and I am completely nude. You see me grind my pussy on his crotch, until I decide to relieve him of his pants. I start bobbing up and down on his enormous, ebony shaft. I get it almost all the way down, before I start to gag, and go back to the bobbing. His cock gets nice and shiny as I finger my clit.



“Mike, why don’t you skip ahead a little bit? I don’t feel THAT comfortable watching porn with you.”



Mike scrolls forward a little bit. You see me on my back taking his rod about three fourths of the way into my pussy. You feel the stirring because you know how good it felt to be with me. Mike scrolls ahead a little more, now you are shocked. I am on all fours and taking that massive cock all the way into my ass. You watch me get rammed for about 30 seconds, before Mike fast forwards again. You see me taking a load onto my face. And I am sucking his cock clean, after it was bare in my ass.



“Alright give it a few seconds, and you will see what’s up.”



I leave the room, saying I need to freshen up. About fifteen seconds after I left, you see Jamie come out of the back ground, completely nude. After a bit of startling, the man calms as Jamie starts licking the man’s cock to hardness, and she starts to ride him good and deep.



After Mike scrolls back forward you see Jamie doing the same things to the man that I was. But then I walk back in.



“What the FUCK! Jamie! He’s my fiancé!”



“Baby, she just came out of the darkness and started. I didn’t know that this wasn’t your idea. You said you had a surprise for me! I figured, being she films this stuff, this was your surprise.”



“I don’t think so!” Jamie chimes in, “Wait a minute! He told me that you were ok with this. Because we have done this a half dozen times at least!”



“I most certainly have not said that this was ok!”



“What do you mean half a dozen times? Bitch this was the first time!”



I chuck my ring at him. “It’s over! Just get out of my sight. I don’t want to see you ever again.”



Mike closes the video. “So what do you think?”



“Well I can see why she put this one up. Wow, she had to be pissed at that.”



“Yeah, well they are just going to get better.”



After saying good bye to Mike, and an awkward, no eye-contact, good bye to Katie, you are on your way. You drive home. Can’t believe what you have seen.



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Once you get home, you decide to log on and look at some more. You are relieved to see no fifteenth gallery. But, you remember that Mike mentioned something about Katie, and number six. So you decide to click there next.



Clicking on number 6 you see me riding the reverse cowgirl on a guy, in a couple pictures. You can feel yourself getting aroused by the different things you see that I am willing to do, and the positions I do them in. After you browse through some of the screen shots, you move further down the gallery, and realize that you are seeing a different guy with me. Did I switch somewhere?



Now I am doing doggy style, with the new guy shoving it deep into my ass. You can’t help but touch your growing bulge through the outside of your basketball shorts. You know how good I felt, and that was just my mouth and pussy. Imagine if you could take my ass.



Finally you decide to watch the video. You see me licking the first man’s throbbing manhood. His cock slides deftly between my lips. You can’t figure out how I can do that and not gag. Your hand drops into your shorts. You feel the first drops of precum, flowing down your shaft, as you see me climbing on top. Loud moans escape my lips as I slide his pole all the way into my pussy. I finger my clit roughly, as bounce on his shaft.



After about three minutes we switch positions. My legs are up on his shoulders and pressed to my chest as he rails me hard and deep. You can’t keep your concentration up as images of Katie fill your head. After all, she did like this gallery the best. After much crying and moaning you hear me cum. My pussy keeps getting plowed through my orgasm. Soon the guy pulls out, and sprays his cum all over me. You think I look hot. But you still can’t help about Katie covered with cum as well. You have always thought she was kind of hot. Sure she has broad hips and has a little more cushion, but she is by no means fat. She is just a real woman.



As you come back to focus on my video, you see me now with a different guy. I still have the cum dripping on me as he gets me up into the doggy position. He licks my ass repeatedly. You hear me moaning. Of course you can’t help but wonder if Katie likes her ass licked. You have always thought she had a nice wide ass. She must like it, no wonder she was embarrassed.



Soon the second man is stuffing his smaller cock into my ass. No wonder I am not wincing in pain. It isn’t all that big, but I seem to be enjoying it as he buries himself in my ass, completely.



You are stroking your cock harder now as you watch me get fucked in the ass, and half dream of Katie doing this too. Suddenly you see the first man reappear. His still limp cock now hangs in front of my face. You watch me lick him nice and slowly and eventually his cock starts to grow.



I continue to brace myself with one hand, in the doggy style position. My mouth stuffed with the first cock. The second cock in my ass and slamming home, and my other arm under me as I flick my clit, and finger my pussy. I am moaning and sweating. And now you realize what it is that Katie likes, and you wonder if she was just embarrassed that you knew; or was she embarrassed because she wanted you to help out?



You are stroking yourself harder and harder. The second man starts to grunt a lot as he starts to fill my ass with his hot spunk. As he softens and pulls out, the first man replaces him, behind me and stuffs himself back into my pussy. As he is ramming me for all I am worth, I clean the second prick off. Licking all my ass taste mixed with his cum off him. I am savoring every drop and moaning loud.



I start to scream louder and louder as my orgasm grips me. I am convulsing on his cock as he unloads into me with his second orgasm of the evening. Soon he pulls his cock out, and I lick him clean. You see me dripping from both holes as my tongue dances on his softening cock. Your own orgasm is building. You are stoking furiously as you begin to erupt stream after stream of sticky hot cum. Your are half thinking of me, and half thinking of Katie. But I don’t know that. Yet.



Then from nowhere you see my roommate, naked, coming out from behind the camera. She says, “Thanks boys that was really hot. But, now I have to get her all cleaned up. She leans towards the front of the camera, and the movie is gone, and you are wondering in disbelief about this girl. A girl that you just helped out by changing her tire is oh so much more than a damsel in distress. You decide to back out of the gallery and get cleaned up.



But then you see it. The hyperlink is right there, at the bottom; Gallery 15.

This is a story of dominance and submission in the context of mother/son incest. If any of these things offend you, please read no further. All characters and events in this story are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.



I would like to thank my volunteer editor, Hatsuda, once again for his eagle eye and his helpful suggestions.




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My name is Lyn Cox and I have no doubt that society would consider me depraved, perverted, corrupt, insane, even. Yet I love my son with a passion that many would call degenerate; even worse. He has become my master, my Dom and I revel in every moment of our relationship.



How this happened is a story of my slide into a wholly immoral bliss. When this started, my husband, Jay, and I had been married for 21 years; Jay was 50 and I was 40 with a 20 year old son, Corey. He was the apple of my eye; Jay claimed that I spoiled him, but there was never any suggestion of “spoiled brat” behaviour. He was a good kid, smart, funny, sensitive and very respectful towards me. He knew the boundaries and almost always stayed within them, and on the occasions he didn’t, took his punishment, usually making a joke out of it. Corey is tall with a mop of curly black hair, pale skin and deep blue eyes. Well built and very fit — not with rippling abs and a six pack, but he enjoyed long-distance running and cycling and he has enormous stamina.



His relationship with his father was a little different. It was not that Jay was in any sense unkind or abusive, more that he seemed to be in the background and leave much of Corey’s upbringing to me. Both Jay and I were lawyers; I had an extensive criminal practice and a reputation for being particularly hard-nosed. Jay was a tax lawyer, much more conservative. We had met when he was a tutor in my law degree — the attraction was instantaneous, and we married when I discovered I was pregnant with Corey.



From an early age, I had realised I had a submissive streak in my nature. My parents were demanding and insisted on obedience, and that became second nature to me. In my teenage years I sought guys who had a dominant streak, but they were more often abusive rather than truly dominant. But Jay knew what I needed and was prepared to provide it. In doing so, he was able to fulfil some of his own fantasies, namely having a submissive partner willing to do exactly what he wanted. He claimed that I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.



I thought he might have been exaggerating, although I was quite tall, around 5’7″ well built and with no fat at all. I worked out regularly to keep in shape, apart from anything else because of a physically demanding occupation. I always thought my 36C breasts were something special; Jay agreed, as he did about my long, well shaped legs terminating in a well padded bottom and a slim waist. All these complemented by an oval face with clear, pale skin, high cheekbones and a slightly retroussé nose. Glossy straight black hair down to my waist and cobalt blue eyes.



Jay and I had never hidden our special sexual relationship from our son. When he judged that Corey would be able to understand, Jay gave him the usual “birds and bees” talk. He also said that he and I greatly enjoyed being together and might sometimes be rather noisy, but not to worry, everything was okay.



I believed Corey was aware of this activity although I suspect he had the standard attitude of not wanting to think about his parents having sex. Jay told me that, later in his teens, Corey became intrigued by hearing his mother refer to his father as “master” and asked him about it. Jay said that he found this mildly embarrassing, but told Corey in simple terms, that I was submissive. He explained this by telling him that his mother would do whatever he told her to do, and they both enjoyed playing this “game”.



When he continued to show an interest in this submissive “game”, Jay had told him that I found it an essential diversion from my stressful professional life.



“She’s able to let go completely and allow me to control her totally,” Jay had said. “Your mother is very good at what she does professionally. It’s stressful and getting more so, but she needs a release from that continuing stress. We discussed this for a long time, and she told me she needed someone she could trust absolutely to be able to let go of all her inhibitions and be who she wants to be. That way, she could surrender herself to someone she could rely on and give that person complete control over her, letting go of all her responsibilities in her emotional life.”



Jay understood this completely. The need for me to give up responsibility for myself and to have Jay take control had become a powerful motivation for me. I could abandon myself to him completely, give up all responsibility and even ‘be nothing’. I wouldn’t have to ‘be myself’ but just allow him to take control of my body and mind. Jay and I trusted each other totally, but I had a “safe word” which would guarantee that Jay would stop whatever he was doing if I couldn’t handle it any more. I had never felt the need to use it.



Some time later, Corey and his father had a similar conversation although this one went somewhat deeper. Corey wanted to know about the locked door under the stairs—we lived in an old two storey house and there was a doorway under the stairs that we had always said led to an old storage area. Corey’s curiosity had got the better of him.



Jay told me that he decided it was probably best that Corey understood all the details, although I was rather hesitant about it. Jay swore Corey to secrecy, not letting any of the details out of the house, then unlocked the door and took Corey down a short flight of stairs. He told me that Corey was astounded and could hardly believe his eyes. It was a small but well equipped BDSM “dungeon”, complete with a bondage bed, St Andrew’s cross, an array of paddles, floggers, whips, butt plugs and dildos.



Jay had explained that my submissiveness extended to bondage and discipline, and we both had a lot of fun in the “dungeon”. He had added, which, in my opinion was rather too much information, that the sex afterwards was just fantastic.



For some time, Jay’s and my relationship had been under some strain, and it seemed to be getting worse. I couldn’t put my finger on it, and when I suggested it might be some form of midlife crisis, Jay became quite upset, and his dominance became more extreme.



It reached a point where I had been on the verge of using my “safe word”; on one occasion, I gasped, “Oh please, master, not so hard,” as my Dom thrashed my bottom with his belt. I enjoyed being spanked when it generated a pulsating heat in my pussy, but this had been too hard and was cauterising all the pleasure.



He merely lashed me harder, saying, “You will take what I give you, bitch, and if you don’t like it, too bad.”



I demanded that Jay should sit down with me to work this out, and he confessed to having developed a voyeuristic habit and spent time on the net watching videos of men taking women hard. He told me he particularly liked videos about young men with older women, making them scream and beg.



“Jay, that’s disgusting,” I said. “How can you want to watch such stuff? I thought we had a pretty good sex life and now you want to watch this … this …”



“Lyn, you don’t understand. You know I get really excited by the idea of domination, and seeing young studs dominate older women takes me back to my youth. Honey, I’m not as young as I used to be and this gives me a heap of vicarious pleasure. We still have a great sex life, and that shouldn’t change, but watching these videos adds extra spice so far as I’m concerned.”



“Jay, look, I need time to process this, but I think I understand, and I won’t criticise you if this is what you really need.”



A few months passed, and then Jay really blew me away. He had been tense and jumpy for a few days and as we were relaxing one evening, I asked him what was wrong.



“Nothing, honey, although you might think there is. I don’t know how to wrap this up, so I’ll come straight out. I want to see you with another guy.”



I guessed, as my master, Jay could have ordered me to do this, but this was taking things a lot further than they had ever gone before.



“I see. You want to see your wife get fucked by another man. Am I reading you right?”



“Yeah, that’s right, honey, but this is different from our Dom/sub relationship. That’s really just a game, but this is serious stuff.”



I was shocked. Being Jay’s sub was more than just a game to me. It was a central part of my life, vital to my wellbeing. This was the way for me to be able to release the stress of my job by allowing him full control of my body to do whatever he needed with it. I had never realised that his view of our relationship was so different from mine.



“Let me think about this, Jay; it’s a really big decision and I’m not sure if I can handle it.”



He agreed, rather reluctantly, and over the next few days was extra attentive and extra generous to me.



The subject came up again, and Jay begged me to think seriously about it.



“You see, Lyn, this is becoming a powerful need. I don’t mean that this should be a regular thing, I just want to see you taken and used by someone else, preferably a young stud. I just can’t get this idea of older women being controlled by younger guys out of my mind.”



I have to confess that I had thought of little else since Jay first raised the subject. It was starting to turn me on to think of Jay watching as I’m at the mercy of another guy who can do what he likes with me.



“Jay, if I agree to this, there have to be limits. He must not cause me any serious harm, and not break my skin in any way. He must respect my safe word, and at the end of the session, he walks away as if it never happened. What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom, and that applies to the playroom as well. So he must respect that rule.”



“Oh honey, that’s just wonderful, but now the biggest hurdle is to find the right guy. I know there would be any number of men who would jump at the chance of being with someone as beautiful and sexy as you,” I blushed, “but it’s not a question of finding some guy at random, even off the net. The problem is, if it’s anyone we know, confidentiality might be jeopardised.”



“You’re right, Jay, and it must be someone I’m okay with, not just some young jerk who is interested in sex with an older woman. I’ve got to know I can trust him.” I knew that would narrow the field almost completely, but I wasn’t going to compromise just for Jay to get his jollies.



A few days later, Jay approached me on the same subject, but this time he was tense and very hesitant. “I have an idea about seeing you with another guy, and it could work, but it’s very dangerous and quite illegal.”



I stayed silent, waiting for this revelation.



“Honey, it occurred to me that the obvious choice would be … would be … Corey.”



I could hardly believe my ears. “Jay are you suggesting I should have sex with our own son?”



“I guess that’s about it Lyn—but it makes sense. We can trust him, you’ve got a wonderful relationship with him, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you sometimes. There shouldn’t be a problem.”



“But he’s our son, for god’s sake. Apart from being totally illegal, it’s also thoroughly immoral. And what is Corey going to think?”



“Well, illegal is only a problem if a complaint is laid, and I don’t see that happening. And immoral depends on whether we can square our consciences. Are you telling me you’ve never wondered about how it would be to be up close and personal with Corey?”



I was still amazed by Jay’s suggestion, but against my will, the idea started to seep into my mind. What would it be like to be with Corey in this way? The whole idea was completely corrupt and I should have given Jay a firm “No” there and then. But I couldn’t get rid of the idea of Corey holding me and using his soft hands and mouth on me to excite me and drive me crazy.



“Jay, I can’t say I agree for one minute at the moment. Please give me a few days to think this over before I give you a final answer. Okay?”



“Deadline Saturday, okay, Lyn?”



I mumbled agreement and we left it at that.



I couldn’t get this idea out of my mind, and I reached a point late in the week where I found myself masturbating with thoughts of Corey and I together as he used my body in ways that drove me to an explosive orgasm. The answer had to be “Yes”, although I still had huge hesitations and concerns, particularly how Corey would react.



Jay and I caught up with Corey one evening the following week and outlined the position to him. We had become rather secretive in his presence as if there was some tension between us.



Corey started the conversation, “Look, guys, please tell me what’s going on? You both seem uptight, and if there’s a problem, please don’t shut me out.”



Jay and I looked at each other, and I sighed and blushed. “Corey, this is so difficult I really don’t know how to say this.”



“Mum, is your marriage in trouble? Are you pregnant again? Does one of you have some dreadful disease? Please tell me; I need to know if something terrible is happening to the two people I love most.”



“No, honey, it’s nothing like that. Oh boy … okay, I’d better jump straight in. As you know, your father and my sex life is … well, shall we say, a little unconventional. Oh god, this is so hard well, your father has become increasingly voyeuristic and he has a kink, a fetish you might say; he wants to see me with another man. We’ve talked about this forever, but recently it’s become a powerful need. Not ongoing, just once he wants to see me taken and used by someone else.”



“Oh god, Mum that’s incredible; how do you feel about that?”



We outlined the “rules of engagement” and acknowledged that the biggest hurdle would be finding the right guy.



“Yes, I see that,” Corey responded. “Sounds like you have a real problem even if you do decide to go ahead with this crazy scheme.”



“Up to a few weeks ago, I would have agreed. Then your father made a suggestion that I rejected out of hand at first, but in spite of it being both dangerous and illegal, it might work.”



Corey raised his eyebrows but said nothing.



“Corey,” I hesitated and then stammered, “we … we’d like … we’d like you to have sex with me so that your father can watch me being taken by another guy. We want you to be ‘the other guy’.”



Corey sat in stunned silence, his eyes wide. Eventually he managed to croak out, “You are serious, aren’t you? This isn’t just a put on to wind me up? You mean it?”



“Oh yes, honey, your father and I are completely serious. You are the one person we can trust absolutely, and we both believe that it will be a success for your father, I’ll have an extra special treat being with my son—and I’ll make sure that you have a night to remember.”



“Holy shit, Mum; even apart from the incest angle, I can’t imagine how Dad could let me loose on you, so to speak. Look, I’m … well, my emotions are in turmoil. Can I please have 24 hours to give you an answer? But, what happens if I say ‘No’?”



“Then we go back to square one, without any recriminations. I know this is almost unheard of, but the decision must be yours.”



“Thanks, guys, I’ll let you know tomorrow.”



I was becoming increasingly tense about this whole project and worried that Corey would say “No” and even worse, report us to the authorities. But then he caught up with me after work the next day.



“Mum, are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean, it is a very risky proposition, even though it is intensely exciting.”



I looked at him with a mixture of uncertainty and fear coursing through me. “Honey, I think maybe you’re the only person I can trust at this level. Corey, your father is changing in ways that I don’t understand, and I’m afraid he thinks that our sex life is becoming, well, boring. He talks more and more about watching other people have sex, and I know he regularly visits porn sites on the ‘net. It is affecting our relationship, and I’m hoping this experiment will help him to deal with his problems, whatever they are.”



“He’s becoming less and less communicative about sex and other stuff, and he’s also starting to drink more than is good for him. And as I’m being absolutely honest with you, over the past year or so, the quality of our sex has steadily reduced.”



“Okay, mum, I think I understand.” He hesitated. “May I please ask one or two very personal questions at this stage?”



“Go ahead, honey.”



“Do you shave your … your pussy, and if not, do you think you could do that for me?”



“No, Corey, I don’t, but I do sometimes have a full Brazilian wax—all off, and if you want that, I’ll have it done for you.”



“Great, Mum, and do you think you could have an enema late in the afternoon, please. You never know, we might want to … “



I laughed and agreed.



“Now, what are you going to wear?”



“That’s for us to know and for you to find out!”



“Mmm, I can hardly wait. But can I persuade you to wear your Poison perfume, please?”



“You bet, stud,” I laughed again.



“If you’re really sure about this, then I’m happy to be your partner for the evening. And, anyway, what normal red-blooded male could resist spending some time with someone as gorgeous as you.”



I laughed. “Flattery will get you almost anywhere. Now, you can go tell your Dad; I think he’s in his study—maybe looking at porn,” I finished, feeling rather sad.



I heard Jay whoop with joy after Corey had told him, and Jay and I had agreed that, if all systems were go, it would be on the following Friday evening at 7.00 pm in our room. The arrangement was that Corey would have exclusive use of me for a maximum of five hours, in the bedroom and/or the playroom, whichever was appropriate. After that, everything would return to normal



And that was it until Friday. Today was Wednesday, and the next two days were purgatory. I couldn’t concentrate on anything in the meantime.



Friday arrived, seemingly about ten years later. I had showered and made up to Jay’s instructions, and dressed as we had agreed. I wore a filmy black teddy and a shelf bra designed to lift my tits and project them out. I also wore tiny black panties, not quite a thong, but very revealing. My hair was pulled hard from my face and tied in a high pony tail, with my makeup emphasised but not exaggerated. My lips were painted Ferrari red, matching my nail polish, and I wore 5″ black patent heels with smoky grey, seamed hose attached to a garter belt.



I felt horny and like a total slut—which I guess I was, but this lust was tempered with apprehension about how Corey would react and how he would treat me. If I had anything to do with it, he would be quite blown away, and I would be able to control most of what happened.



Just before the appointed time, Jay put a soft leather collar round my neck and attached a lead, and at that moment the full realisation of what I was about to do hit home. I trembled with anticipation, but the bathroom where I was now waiting seemed cold and somehow ominous. I felt so humiliated knowing that, in a few minutes, Corey, my son, would control me and force me to accept his domination. And in spite of all of this uncertainty, I felt my nipples begin to harden and a dampness start to grow between my legs.



I heard a knock on the door to our bedroom, and my heart jumped into my mouth. Corey had arrived. Jay returned, and taking the leash, led me out into the bedroom. I stood looking at the floor without making any eye contact.



Jay handed the leash to Corey, saying, “The slut is yours for the next five hours. Use her in any way you choose within the rules.”



“Wow, thank you, Dad.” Corey removed the leash but left the collar in place. “Now, mother, look into my eyes.”

I did so, saying, “Yes, master” in a quiet, submissive voice.



“Let’s get one thing clear. I am not your master; your master has been generous enough to lend you to me for this evening, but he remains your master. You are to address me as ‘Sir’. Is that clear?



“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. This was not quite what I expected. Corey had always been a warm, rather easy-going young man, but I sensed a difference. Now he sounded forceful as if demanding obedience from me. Maybe he was a natural Dom.



He was dressed in a light cotton button-up shirt, boxers and roomy chinos with moccasins. And there was a warm, subtle aroma from his after-shave and essence of young, horny male that I found exciting.



He sat in the lounge chair and, looking straight into my eyes, demanded, “Come here, mother, get down on your hands and knees, remove my shoes and kiss my feet as a sign of your subjection to me.”



I did so immediately, without any hesitation, as I knew that to disobey at this stage would ruin the experience. But somewhere inside me, I wanted, no, I needed to obey this young man, my son, who was making me fall under his influence. Maybe I wasn’t quite as much in control as I thought.



“A good start, slut, now unzip my pants, take out my cock and give me a thorough tongue bath. Don’t bother with deep throating, I just want to feel your soft, wet tongue all over my cock and balls, with just enough suction to bring me off.”



His cock was straining with excitement, and as I took it out of his pants, I could feel the combination of hot softness and powerful rigidity. The dampness between my legs grew as I gazed at his perfect manhood. From what I had come to understand, the size and thickness were not extra special, although he was bigger than his father. And I didn’t care; in any case, I never believed those stories about guys with ten inch cocks the diameter of a Coke can. What I most hoped was that he knew how to use what he’d got.



Rather surprisingly, Corey had shaved smooth round his cock and balls, and I stroked gently over his crotch, making him shiver with pleasure.



“Oh Sir, you have shaved yourself. Was that for me?”



“No, slut, it was for me. Querying me like that will earn you a punishment. Do a good job with your mouth and I might, just might, limit your punishment.”



My turn to shiver now, wondering what sort of punishment he had in mind. Now it was time, and I took his cock in my soft warm hands and proceeded to lick up the shaft from base to tip, slowly, bathing it in my saliva. Reaching the tip, I licked off the drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit before I took the head in between my bright red lips creating a thoroughly degenerate picture of a mother sucking her son’s cock. I sucked firmly before running my tongue down the side and then licked around his balls, taking them into my mouth one after the other, then repeating the treatment.



I could feel the tension start to grow in his abdomen and his balls draw up tight as he became increasingly aroused. He moaned in anticipation, longing to unload himself into my hot mouth, but trying to hold off to maximise his enjoyment. I murmured my excitement as I continued to lave him, hot and wet, driving his pleasure higher and harder. I felt a real sense of control now as his excitement grew, and he held my head on his cock, licking and sucking him towards a powerful release.



“I’m going to cum in your mouth, slut, be ready to take it all and swallow every drop.”



With that, the dam broke and he flooded my mouth. I suckled at his cock taking everything he had to offer and whimpering my appreciation softly as I tasted his slightly salty cum before swallowing it. I had filled my mouth with my son’s semen, something completely unthinkable a few weeks ago. But now, in the depths of my depraved humiliation, I felt linked to him in a way that I couldn’t explain, but wanted desperately to experience again. And again.



“Well, slut, tell me about taking my seed in your mouth. Does it please you?”



“Oh yes, Sir, it tastes delicious. If there was more for me, I would take as much as you have to give.”



“Hmm. Very well, bitch. Now you must be punished for querying me about shaving around my cock. First, remove the teddy, the bra and the panties, but keep the stockings and pumps on. Do it slowly—do a striptease for me.”



I knew I could produce an erotic result, lifting the teddy slowly over my head and pulling it against my tits for extra emphasis. It floated to the floor and I made short work of my bra which allowed my tits to stand free with the nipples hard and begging for attention. Then I slowly eased my dampened panties down my legs and, stepping out of them, I bent, showing the whole of my curvy bottom as I picked up my panties and threw them to Corey. He caught them and immediately held them to his nose, inhaling deeply. A slow smile lit up his face as he breathed in the evidence of my feminine arousal.



“Excellent, mother, now link your hands behind your head.”



I did so, knowing this would cause my tits to stand out proud and thoroughly enticing.



“Now revolve slowly so that I may inspect your exquisite bottom.”



I continued to obey; and I knew that the juices of my arousal were starting to dribble down my legs from my smooth and naked pussy. More evidence of my depravity and humiliation, but I didn’t care. I was falling under the spell of my son’s control, and I could feel myself tensing with sexual excitement.



My son moved towards me purposefully, and with a sharp glint in his striking blue eyes. My tits quivered and my nipples, already two engorged pencil stubs ached as they awaited appropriate attention.



His thumbs grazed across my needy, swollen, pulsating nipples and lit an answering spark in my pussy.



“Like that, mother?”



I was so lost in sensation that I didn’t answer; then he gripped each nipple hard and pulled and twisted them. The spark fanned into a flame.



“I asked you whether you liked that, mother?”



This time I gave a deep moan and was barely able to answer, “Yes, Sir, yes, please don’t stop.”



The humiliation burned again in my mind. My beautiful son manipulating his mother’s tits for his own enjoyment, but creating a deep depraved need within her, a need for her son to dominate and control her. And that control had barely begun.



I couldn’t resist the flood of sensation throughout my body. I screamed and writhed but made no attempt to get away. “Please, Sir, please hurt my nipples. It feels so good when you do that; there is a direct connection between my nipples and my pussy, and this is making me go quite weak wanting your hot cock in my needy cunt.”



“Later, you horny bitch; I will give your pussy the attention it deserves. For now, come here and assume the position over my knees while I spank your bouncy bottom.”



I moaned deep in my throat and draped myself over his lap. I felt so humiliated knowing my own son had me across his lap, my son, the boy I gave birth to, spanking my bare bottom, causing such emotions and forcing me to accept his domination. But I realised at that moment that this is what I needed so much—that I was his to command.



“How many strikes do you think you deserve, slut?”



“Would Sir be really generous and give me ten to each cheek, please?”



He started by stroking his hand over the soft contours of my bottom and working a finger between my cheeks. I moaned in desire as he stroked along my wet slit. Then, without any indication of what was to happen, his open hand came down hard and rapidly three times on each cheek. I squealed with the pain, but it was not only pain. His spanking spread hot pleasure throughout my body, centring on my cunt. He delivered another four to each cheek in rapid succession. Now my squeals turned to screams as I wriggled and writhed on his lap, trying to maximise the pleasure that was flooding through me.



The final three strong slaps were almost more than I could bear, but after the stinging subsided, the lust-driven response at the core of my being remained, a pulsing need deep inside me.



“Now, what do you have to say for yourself, mother?”



I turned my head and looked deep into his eyes. His eyes, oh god those eyes. They seemed to strip my soul naked in the way I had stripped my body such a short time ago.



“Thank you, sir, thank you for punishing this unworthy slut. I am so grateful for your willingness to show me what I have done wrong, and I shall not make that mistake again.”



“Good. Now stand in front of me and kiss me as if you want me to fuck you—hard.”



I did so, knowing that a kiss was so much more than just a mutual recognition between two people. So much more than his simple domination of my body. This could create a powerful bond between us as we each gave and took in a dance of lust, desire—and surrender. I knew this, and recognised what the consequences of that surrender might be. The relationships between myself, my husband and my son would be changed forever if I let go of my inhibitions completely for what was only a “one off” after all.



I kissed him, my mouth soft, warm and inviting, although at first I tried consciously to hold back a little and not to let go too much, trying to avoid losing all control. But I think Corey sensed this as he worked his lips against mine, his tongue entering my mouth just a little to start with, and finding my tongue with his. My arms snaked round him, clinging to his body, my hands sliding up inside his shirt. As his mouth insisted, overpowering my feeble resistance, it seemed as if a sort of dam broke and I reacted strongly to the demands of his plundering mouth.



I moaned deeply as we broke from the kiss, knowing that this wasn’t just a game we were playing with me able to control the moves. Corey was wholly in charge and I had to obey. And I loved it.



“Now, slut, it is your turn to get fucked. On the bed next to me and you will straddle me and ride me to orgasm. That way I can get a good view of your delectable tits and torture them as we fuck.”



“Yes Sir,” I whimpered.



As if he needed to check my readiness, he ran his tongue along my soft waiting, liquid slit and I gasped with pleasure, wet with my own love juice.



Corey rolled onto his back, his cock rigid and straining upwards, ready to fill me to the brim. Kneeling beside him, I swung one leg across his hips, poising myself immediately over his enthusiastic cock. I lowered myself slowly until I just touched the tip, generating an electric charge in my pussy. I looked deeply into his eyes to see the excitement and need glowing there.



Corey demanded, “Lower yourself onto me, slut, until I am firmly embedded in you.”



I hummed and whispered meaningless obscenities as his cock slowly disappeared into my hot, wet sheath. It must have happened too slowly for him as he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me all the way down until my naked pubis slapped against his. I screamed as he did so, a blend of surprise, excitement and just the smallest amount of erotic pain.



“Yes, oh god, yes. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sir,” I moaned and writhed backwards and forwards and in a circular motion to gain maximum satisfaction for me, and to give him the pleasure that I had come to believe I needed to provide for my dominant son.



My tits bounced in front of his eyes. As I had hoped, deep in my now corrupted brain, he reached up, pinching and pulling my hard, eager nipples, generating excited screams as I hurtled towards an overwhelming orgasm.



“Oh god, Corey … Corey … I’m so close. Please fuck me hard and make me cum. Please …” my last plea was little more than a whisper as bliss flowed through me and my climax grew inexorably.



“Yes, mother, cum with me. Cum when I fill your cunt with my seed.”



With that, I reached the crest of my orgasm and sailed over it, screaming in release as my son first groaned and then shouted in triumph as he overwhelmed his own mother, taking her to places she had never been before.



During this beautiful visit to paradise, I hadn’t taken a great deal of notice of my husband. But I did both see and hear that as I reached my own climax, Jay did so too. He had taken out his cock and was stroking it furiously, cumming with a deep, gut-wrenching moan as his son drove his wife into her own euphoria.



We all took a short while to recover, and Corey turned to his father saying, “I don’t know about you, dad, but I could do with a drink.”



“Good idea, son; brandy and soda, I think.”



Then to me, “Slut, go and get us drinks; brandy and soda for your master, a can of soda for me and you may have a glass of whatever you want.” I disappeared without a word, first guzzling down a large glass of white wine, then returning with the drinks.



As I approached the bedroom, I heard Jay ask, “How are you finding it?”



“It certainly has the most delicious tits and responds quickly and strongly to all my stimulation. I’m going to use its arse when it gets back, and we’ll see how it likes that.”



I walked in and handed them their drinks, trembling both at how they had referred to me in the third person as if I was just a thing, and the thought of Corey giving me anal sex.



“Now, mother, I’m going to use your arse. On the bed on your hands and knees so I can loosen you up a little. Get your head down on the bed so that your gorgeous bottom sticks right up in the air.”



He started licking up my thighs to the junction of my legs and then rimmed around my sensitive little hole. I gasped and sobbed at this new and delicious sensation, but it caused me clench my rosebud in anticipation.



More surprises were to come as Corey rolled his tongue sideways and pushed into my arse as far as he could go. This was new and intensely erotic even though it added to my humiliation, and I squirmed and squealed with pleasure.



“Ooh yes, Sir, that feels so nice and squishy. Please would you honour me by doing it some more.”



He pushed his tongue into me again, then withdrew and using a liberal amount of lube, inserted one finger, moving slowly past my clenching sphincter.



“Relax the muscle or the pain will be intense. Haven’t you ever had anal before?”



“Yes, Sir, but not often and I’m scared it will hurt too much.”



“Hmm, well relaxing your sphincter will help, some more stretching and plenty of lube should keep that to a minimum, but if you don’t co-operate, I’ll just shove my cock up your arse and you’ll have to deal with the fire that will create.”



I knew what to expect if I didn’t relax. Sometimes, Jay had been less than gentle with me and my arse burned like fire as he ripped into me. So much so that I could hardly sit down and I avoided anal wherever I could. But I trusted Corey and prayed that he would be gentle with me.



I consciously relaxed as he inserted a second finger. It wasn’t as bad as I’d feared but I moaned at this additional intrusion, although I felt a building excitement as the moment of truth came nearer.



Corey opened his fingers to stretch me, and then added a lot more lube and a third finger. My arse was now full of fingers and I squealed and writhed. It was a good feeling of fullness, and I needed to go to the final stage.



“I think I can take your cock now, Sir. Please fuck my arse.”



“Yes, Corey, fuck the slut’s arse and fuck it hard.” My husband was getting heavily into the swing of this little experiment, and I felt just a frisson of concern.



By now I was primed and ready. Corey applied a generous amount of lube to my rosebud and to his cock and started to ease inside me. Now it was the real thing and not just my fingers, I screamed and my sphincter muscle clamped tight. He had obviously expected something like that, and slapped my bottom sharply on both cheeks. The sting diverted my attention from the real action and he was able to ease past the main barrier.



I gasped and groaned as he slowly insinuated his cock into me. I had never experienced this slow, steady invasion of my arse, no tearing rush, no searing pain, just a controlling potency, filling me and generating a forbidden lust for this penetration. I started to push backwards, encouraging him to fuck me steadily and deeply. This had the desired effect and my moans alternated with soft screams of passion as I built towards a delicious climax.



“Reach down and play with your clit, mother; give yourself over to total pleasure.”



“Yes, oh god, yes—make my arse your own, you motherfucker,” I shouted as I obeyed my new Dom, a climactic scream building in intensity as I neared my point of no return, my fingers working hard over my sensitive, pulsing clit.



Corey gasped and thrust hard into my arse and I could sense that he too was nearing climax. “God, you beautiful bitch, your arse is so hot, so tight, you’re gonna make me cum so hard—I’m gonna fill your arse with my red hot jism.”



My whole body shuddered, shaking and crying with the power of my building climax, suddenly losing all control as my orgasm thundered through me. The force of my convulsions was enough to trigger Corey’s and he came hard with his cum flooding into my rectum with a shout of triumph.



I fell forward, and Corey’s shrinking cock left my arse with a noticeable “plop”.



He bounced off the bed and stared down at me with a stern expression. When he caught my eye apprehension chased away the blissful feeling generated by my wonderful orgasm.



“Please Sir, did I not please you?”



“Yes, slut, but your reference to me as a “motherfucker”, while technically correct is grounds for severe punishment.”



I trembled, partly with fear but more with anticipation of how my son would discipline me. “Oh I am so sorry, Sir; how will you punish me?”



“Father, may I get some equipment from the playroom, please,” he asked with great formality.



He replied with unexpected vehemence, “Of course, son. Hurt the slut. Make her scream. Teach her respect.” My concern over my husband’s attitude started to grow, as Corey left the bedroom. He returned shortly after, carrying a lightweight spreader bar, some ankle cuffs and some cotton rope. There was something else which he hid from my prying gaze, and this in itself increased my sense of foreboding.



I had stayed lying on the bed when Corey ordered me to stand and then sit in an upright chair in the middle of the room. I was trembling with fear growing inside me and my eyes fastened on his, begging for mercy, but no words came.



Corey quickly arranged me as he wanted, using the lightweight spreader bar with attached cuffs to lock my wrists behind my neck. This had the effect of pushing me forward, and causing my quivering breasts to stand out proudly. Then he locked the ankle cuffs around the chair legs and my ankles, locking me in position so that I couldn’t move from the chair.



During the whole process, I shuddered and whimpered. I was alarmed at what was happening to me and scared that my son would hurt me more than I could stand and that I might have to use my safe word. But I had a sense that if I did, Jay would become toweringly angry.



“Please, Sir, what will you do to me?”



“I shall bind your breasts to engorge them and make them much more sensitive.”



I gasped and moaned, “Oh god, I’ve never … oh god.”



Corey carefully looped the rope first around my chest, then around each breast, and around my shoulders before a final loop around my chest, tying it off behind my back.



“I need to be careful that the rope isn’t so tight that it will cut off circulation, but tight enough to increase the sensitivity of your delicious nipples.,” he commented while binding me into this harness.



When I was finished, he looked down at his handiwork as I writhed, fear etching into my face. Then he bent and ran his tongue slowly across my swollen nipples and I squealed; much more so when he bit gently into them, generating a flood of superb erotic pain.

“Oh my god, Sir, what are you doing to me, I never realised … what will happen to me? I’ve never …”



“Well, well, slut, look what I’ve found,” he teased, revealing the object that he’d hidden when he returned to the room.



“Oh god, oh god—it’s … it’s … it’s a flogger.” My voice cracked with fear.



“That’s right, mother, now, beg me to flog your superb super-sensitive breasts.”



“Oh god, no—no, I can’t … I’ve never … you will hurt me too much. Please, I beg you, don’t flog my breasts … my nipples.” I was almost incoherent with dread at what was about to happen to me, but I bit off the safe word, hoping for some mercy from my son.



“I’ve told you what will happen, now, beg me to flog you. You can use your safe word if you choose, but I suspect your master wouldn’t be best pleased.”



“No,” shouted my husband. “Flog the bitch. Make her scream with pain. Do it hard so I can see her writhe and hear her beg for mercy.”



I thought, I desperately hoped, that my son wouldn’t be as brutal as Jay demanded. I hesitated and looked deep into Corey’s eyes. I could see a confident control there and I also sensed an understanding that he would not harm or damage me. But I could also sense a growing impatience.



“Please Sir,” I sobbed in final acceptance, desperation now pulsing through me, understanding that my safety was in my son’s hands and cowering away from the anticipated first strike. There was nowhere else for me to hide, so like a good sub, I asked for my discipline. “I beg you, please use the flogger on my breasts. Punish me and hurt me. Please!”



He drew the tails of the flogger lightly across my tits, and I gasped at the unexpectedly sensuous sensation. A sudden flick of his wrist, caused the soft suede tails to strike my engorged nipples.



The effect was dramatic and immediate. I screamed and twitched as the strips struck my breasts. The flogging continued; and I writhed against the restraints, my head shaking, making my pony tail fly in all directions.



My screams became punctuated by loud, deep moans as the flogging continued because something totally unexpected was happening. At first, my nipples stung with the strikes, but as he continued they started to become hot, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body, centring on my quivering cunt and generating a sexual tension unlike any other I’d ever experienced.



Corey paused in the flogging and wiped a finger along my pussy. It was flowing with my juices, the treatment generating a rising tension for me. He put his finger in my mouth and I licked and sucked it voraciously, entranced by the taste of myself, and rapidly descending into a black pit of desire and degradation. My own son had driven his mother into a forbidden but highly erotic realm, charged with an unnatural desire for him that wasn’t going to go away.



“So, the naughty slut is getting off on her punishment, is she?”



“Oh god, this is getting me so worked up and the hot sensation in my tits is transmitting itself straight to my pussy. Oh please don’t stop, Sir.”



He resumed but the little rolling orgasms showing through my moans and gasps were only the beginning of what became one earth-shattering climax.



I moaned my disappointment when he stopped the flogging, but then screamed loudly when he produced a vibrator with a clit stimulator and inserted it into my drooling pussy. My screams turned into an almost continuous wail, punctuated by a torrent of meaningless words until I screamed, “I’m cumming, oh my god, I’m cumming.” It was almost too much to cope with and I shook violently and went completely rigid as my orgasm thundered through me, radiating outwards in a fierce flame of release.



I slumped forward, apparently unconscious, and the next thing I remembered was lying on the bed while Corey gently massaged a soothing lotion into my breasts. As I recovered, tears started to flow, tears of gratitude, and I looked up at Corey, whispering, “Thank you, Sir, thank you so much.”



My father looked at this scene with disgust in his eyes. “You let her off much too lightly; I’d have flogged her until she passed out.”



“As I remember it, father, she is my toy to use as I please, and this is how it pleases me.” Jay huffed but said nothing more, although his increasingly harsh attitude had me worried.



I think Corey may have also felt some concern, as he sat in a lounge chair and looked straight at me.



“Come here, mother, and sit on my lap. We have around fifteen minutes until midnight. I’d like to just hold your gorgeous body close to me for a short while.”



I almost danced across the room and dropped onto his lap, linking my arms around his neck while he held me around the waist. His hands gentled up to my tormented breasts, but his soft, caring touch sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I shuddered with delight.



I looked deep into his eyes and could see love, passion and warmth there. And something else, deeper, perhaps darker; something that I desperately wanted to explore, but I knew I couldn’t do it in front of Jay.



So I settled for the tenderness of my son’s embrace until his father declared, “Midnight. Time’s up.’



One final sweet kiss before Corey replaced the leash on my collar and handed me back to Jay.



Corey left the room and I turned to Jay.



“I think that went quite well, Jay. Corey obeyed all the rules and I think we gave you a show that might have satisfied you.”



“You bitch,” he snarled. “You incestuous whore. You spent the whole time climbing all over your son, making out you were his mistress and lapping up his affection. You’ve never shown me anything like that attention.”



I was horrified; how could this have gone so wrong. Of course I enjoyed Corey’s attentions; he was unexpectedly mature and he treated me with respect and love even though some of the scenes were somewhat extreme. I felt safe with him and, yes, I did fall under his spell. One day, some young woman will get a fantastic lover and friend. But how was I going to deal with Jay’s irrational jealousy?



“Jay, look, Corey obeyed all the rules. He didn’t harm me in any way and I felt he respected me, regardless of what we were doing at the time.”



“Don’t try to excuse yourself, bitch. Admit it, you’d rather be with him than with me.”



“No, Jay, you’ve got it all wrong. And, after all, it was your idea that we approach Corey, even though I had hesitations about it.”



Jay’s face went black with anger and he strode across the room and hit me once, hard across the face.



“Whore”, he screamed. “I can’t stand to be in the same room with you.” And, so saying, he stormed out.



A little later I heard his car start up and I was left alone, tears streaming down my face, bitterly regretting that I’d ever been part of this crazy idea.



I slept badly that night, and was up early drinking coffee and pretending to read the paper when Corey bounced into the kitchen.



“Hi mum. How are you this bright and sunny morning? Boy, I went out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow, and …” He caught sight of my face, devoid of any makeup and showing a distinct bruise on my cheekbone. “Oh my god, mum, what happened?”



I burst into tears, hugging my arms around myself and rocking with the misery and sense of betrayal. Corey wrapped his arms around me but mercifully, said nothing until the emotional flood receded.



“He hit you, didn’t he, the rotten bastard. He bashed you because he thought you were having too much fun.”



I could only nod my head in agreement—words wouldn’t come.



“I’m going to give him a taste of his own medicine. How dare he hit you, particularly as all this was his idea.”



“No, Corey, don’t. That will only make matters worse, and you’re lowering yourself to his level. Please, just stay here and hold me, and I’ll deal with your father in my own way.”



Corey looked reluctant to agree, but he sat beside me and held me close, making soothing noises and promising to be there for me whatever happened.



“Just remember, I love you, mum, and I’ll do anything I can to help you. Whatever it takes, just let me know. Okay?”



“Okay, sweetheart.”



Corey stayed with me and fussed and pampered me until I laughed at him with genuine enjoyment and said, “Okay, you big ape. Thank you for your concern but I’m a big girl now. I reckon I can cope, so go out and meet your mates.”



“Okay, mum,” he grinned, “love you,” and he left the house.



Now I started to worry about Jay. He hadn’t returned after last night and I wondered how he was going to be when he did get back.



He finally returned in late afternoon and I could see straight away that he had been drinking. “Spend some quality time with your lover, did you?” he sneered and headed straight for the whisky decanter.



“Jay, we need to talk about this, otherwise it’s going to damage our marriage.”



“Listen, whore, you’ve already damaged our marriage and I can’t see there’s anything left. You’ve made it abundantly clear that you prefer your son to me, and I can’t see any point in talking.”



“No, Jay, please don’t be like this,” I begged and went to him, laying a hand on his arm.



“Don’t touch me, you filthy bitch.”



Then I made the mistake that altered all of our lives. “Jay, please calm down. I think you must’ve been drinking pretty heavily, so why don’t you get to bed and sleep it off. Maybe in the …”



I got no further and with a roar of rage, he grabbed me by one arm and dragged me out of the lounge and down the stairs into our “playroom”. I had stumbled and almost fallen as he dragged me and I screamed in fear when I realised what he was going to do.



“Jay, for god’s sake no. Please don’t hurt me—I don’t deserve this.”



It made no difference. He dragged one wrist to an arm of the St Andrew’s cross and locked it there. My struggles made no difference, and he locked up my other arm so I was facing away from him and into the cross. I was screaming and begging him, but he seemed deaf to anything I said. When I was locked in place, he ripped my tee shirt off and released my bra, then grabbed my struggling legs and pulled off my jeans and panties. I was now naked and completely at his mercy.



I could hear his heavy breathing as he yanked his belt off his pants, and then the torture began. He lashed at my bottom and my back with his belt, hard, unremitting strokes, screaming, “slut,” “whore,” “bitch” and other vicious insults, lashing into me with his belt. I screamed my “safe word” over and over, but all that achieved was savage laughter.



And then the world lurched sideways. I couldn’t see the action, but I heard Corey come storming down the stairs yelling at his father.



“What the fuck do you think you’re doing —have you gone completely mad?”



“I’m teaching this incestuous bitch a lesson she won’t forget. I’m teaching her who makes the rules and what happens when you don’t obey them. Now unless you want the same treatment, you interfering little prick, you’ll get the hell out of here.”



“According to my mother, my prick is a good bit bigger than yours, old man.” Corey was deliberately provoking his father, and it worked.



“You’ve asked for it, boy,” and out of the corner of my eye, I could see him swing his belt at Corey. But Corey was too fast and caught the belt in mid swing, yanking his father close to him and, by the sudden “whump” of air, guessed that he had hit his father in the solar plexus.



“Now, old man, let me give you some of your own medicine.”



However, I heard Jay stumble up the stairs shouting, “Fuck the pair of you, I’m not staying in this snake pit one moment longer.”



As soon as he left, Corey came to me and unlocked the cuffs, catching me in his arms as I slumped down.



“Oh god, mum, what has he done to you? Your back is a bloody mess; I think you ought to go to hospital.”



“No, Corey, I don’t want to advertise what has happened and the police will want to talk to your father, and this whole sorry mess will become public. Do you think you could carry me upstairs and see if you can clean me up?”



“Okay, mum, your call, but I don’t want to wrap my arms around you, that might be too painful. So we’re really only left with a piggyback or a fireman’s lift. Which do you fancy?”



“Fireman’s lift I think, honey, although it’s rather undignified.”



“Undignified, your bouncy butt,” he chuckled and in spite of the pain, I had to laugh too.



Corey carried me to my bed and laid me gently on my stomach, then with warm water and antiseptic, swabbed and cleaned my back.



“There’s a lot of bruising, mum, but in spite of some bleeding, not too many breaks in the skin. You’re going to be very sore for a while, and you’ll have to get used to sleeping on your tummy, but I’ll make a good nurse.”



I started to object but he silenced me quickly by gently stroking my bottom and saying, “Any cheek from you and I’ll give this cheek the treatment. Got it?”



“Yes sir,” I said submissively and Corey laughed.



I was awakened next morning at around 7.30 by persistent ringing on the door bell. I groaned at the thought of getting up but Corey beat me to it, and I could hear the murmur of conversation before Corey appeared looking white as a sheet and asking me to come down stairs.



“Mrs Cox?” asked one of two police officers, and when I nodded in agreement, he asked me to sit. I lied, saying I had damaged my back with an over-enthusiastic workout and would prefer to stand.



“I’m very sorry to have to tell you that we believe your husband, Mr Jay Cox, was killed in a motor vehicle accident early this morning. The driver was travelling too fast on wet roads, didn’t take a corner properly and hit a tree. I’m also sorry to have to tell you that his blood alcohol level was significantly above the legal limit. We will need a formal identification, but it won’t be a pleasant experience.”



“I’ll do it, mum—I’ll go now and get it over with; I’m sure there will be a lot of formalities to deal with.



The next weeks were a nightmare. The funeral, more paperwork than I ever imagined possible, condolences from family and friends and the grief at such a stupid loss. And grief tempered by an unhealthy amount of guilt on my part. Throughout this ordeal, Corey stood by my side to support me and I was eternally grateful to him.



A few days after the funeral with my back now improved a great deal, I was sitting alone, tormenting myself with guilt and with tears rolling down my face. Corey had been out and on returning, kneeled in front of me and took my hands in his.



“Okay, lovely lady, what’s eating you?”



“Oh Corey, I feel so guilty; if I hadn’t agreed to his stupid scheme, your father would still be alive.”



“Okay, mum. One big issue is that he was drunk out of his mind. And this wasn’t like Cary Grant in “North by Northwest”. No-one held a gun to his head and forced him to drink. He made the choice and suffered the consequences. But just think what might have happened if you’d said ‘No’—or, for that matter, if I’d said ‘No’. And look what he did to you. I don’t think he was rational that night; he lost his reason, but from everything you’ve told me, that was just a matter of time anyway. Mum, don’t blame yourself for something you have no control over.”



Tears flowed again, but this time they were tears of gratitude. “Corey, my dear sweet Corey, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re so good for me.” I gave him a hard, fierce kiss on his mouth.



After this, our relationship started to become flirty and tactile. Corey had started to pat my bottom—he claimed that if I squeaked, it meant that I still hadn’t healed properly, but he continued this gentle game after I was completely recovered. I, on the other hand, whistled appreciatively whenever I saw him without a shirt, and that, too, seemed to become more frequent. And we curled up together on the settee on cold evenings in front of an open fire, watching movies, eating popcorn and making obscene remarks about the actors.



I knew I was coming to depend heavily on Corey, and he seemed to reciprocate until it hit me like a freight train—I had become dependent on him. This gorgeous hunk of male animal I was sharing a house with was my own son! And I was having corrupt, salacious thoughts about him, about him doing things to me that no son should ever do to his mother, but the need grew within me until it became almost irresistible.



This was the problem. My work life was challenging, but my services were in high demand; I got results. But recently I thought I was starting to lose my edge, and I knew why. When Jay and I were together, I could lose myself in his sexual dominance and find the release I needed by giving him control over my body and emotions. I discounted his increasing harshness and abuse by rationalising my need for a master.



Now Jay was gone, the avenue of my release had disappeared and there seemed to be no alternative—except that one forbidden but totally overwhelming possibility, my son, Corey.



Could I? Would he?



One evening I shut my eyes and jumped. We had been talking and laughing about a silly game show on TV and I reached out and trickled my fingers down his ear and along his jaw line. Corey became serious and his beautiful blue eyes locked onto mine.



“Be careful, mother, that you don’t start something you can’t finish.”



All my senses seemed to become hypersensitive and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.



“Corey, I don’t want to finish. Oh god, I want to start something that I can’t control. I need to be able to let go completely. I need to be able to fall and to have you catch me. Corey, I need you so much, in the worst possible way. That Friday evening when we were together, you lit a flame in me that at first I couldn’t blow out, and now I don’t want to.”



I paused, my breathing becoming shallow as I watched him, waiting almost with despair for him to reply.



“I think we need to talk, mum, so that there can be no possible misunderstanding between us. I want you to tell me, simply but clearly just exactly what you want from me.”



This was the turning point; if I was honest with Corey, there could be no going back. If I hid my almost overpowering desires, my life would become just a pale shadow with no meaning.”



“Corey, I need someone I can trust absolutely, and I hate to say this, but your father broke that trust. I know I can trust you; you’ve shown me that ever since I walked into the bedroom on that Friday night. Corey, I love you without hesitation, totally, but this has become so much more than just traditional love of a mother for her son. I need you in ways that most people would consider wholly and totally immoral, even insane. I want you to make love to me, to dominate me, to use my body for your enjoyment, knowing that when that happens, it gives me so much pleasure. Oh god, Corey, I want you to fuck me until I scream with ecstasy, and never stop doing it.”



“I see, mum,” he said as a small smile passed over his face. “Tell me, mum, what part of that Friday evening did you enjoy most?”



I could have said anything, but a flash of insight told me what he wanted to hear, and it helped that it was my absolute truth.



“Right at the end, honey, when you held me on your lap and touched and stroked me. I felt so safe, so loved that I wished it could go on forever.”



“Good answer, mum, me too. So if you’re serious about me controlling you, let’s first try to recreate that scene. Strip for me, then come and undress me.



I jumped to my feet and tore my clothes off, my whole body trembling with desire. I met Corey half way across the room and pulled his tee over his head, then ran my nails down his hairless but so well defined chest, flicking at his nipples.



“Is that an invitation, mother?” he asked with a gleam in his eyes.



All I could do was to nod my head before, down on my knees, I slipped off his moccasins and, groaning deep in my throat, kissed his feet in submission. Then I tore open his jeans and dragged them down, leaving only the inescapable signs of his arousal, his beautiful, rigid cock and the damp patch on the front of his boxers. I slipped them slowly down his legs, inhaling his potent male aroma, and then looked up into his eyes as his met mine, powerful and demanding.

Note to readers: this is my first submission and it’s been my personal pleasure for 12+ years. This story is one I only write for my own enjoyment but I decided that others may find it similarly… entertaining *ahem*



Because it wasn’t originally meant for outside eyes; it may not be to everyone’s tastes. The storyline is freeform, so if you imagine the plotline for a soap opera – it’s sort of like that. Before anyone says it, I’m aware that a lot is explained that would have been better shown, but as I say – it’s been just for me for years and I get impatient. In other works I do try to have more self-control and dedicate more thought to story.



At some stage I might start uploading some of my other works. One step at a time! In the mean time, I hope you enjoy ;)



Much loves, ChaosRaven.



Chapter One



Perhaps Catsy Vere just wanted an excuse to pursue him. She wasn’t accustomed to having conquests but it was a good a time as any to start with Scott Naughton. –She just had to go and pick the man who was hardest to attain. Scott wasn’t your average man in any way. He had shortish blue-black hair; strikingly emerald eyes and everything about him was sensual. Every expression of his lips appeared erotic. Together with his narrowed eyes and strong, high cheek bones he was her idea of the ideal man. He was tall—his shoulders were at her eye level—he was broad and he had a distinctly well-toned body; but not too muscular. –Perfectly suited to her tastes. However, Scott had an impenetrable barrier that made him out of bounds to her or anyone else. It was the most frustrating thing about him. Catsy had known him ever since he took her on as his patient last month. She didn’t know whether he had worked for the TLT Centre before he’d become her doctor but it seemed impossible to find out anything about him. He remained anonymous. However, what she wanted most was to destroy the wall he’d erected around himself. She wanted to get closer to him than anyone had.



‘Catsy, would you mind undressing so we can start your physical?’ –Not that he did it himself. He only jotted down the findings and directed someone else to tend to her physically. It was all highly aggravating.



Scott watched as her gaze sharpened to a point in his direction as was her habit when he suggested such things. He was really starting to wonder if she had hated him on sight. He idly tapped his pen on the clipboard in his hand and weathered her icy look. It was hard for him not to notice in at least a little way how appealing Catsy looked when she was throwing him daggers but just as she had her habits, he also had some of his own. Her full pink lips had drawn his attention away from matters at hand more times than he cared to admit and it made him grimace inwardly. He didn’t know why and he had no wish to find out. He thrived on isolation. So much so that the mere touch of another person could raise his ire and turn an otherwise fine day sour. He’d never touched Catsy Vere either and that was the way he preferred it.



‘Not with you in the room.’ She bit out. It was getting to be a very old argument already. Catsy found the endless testing tedious and it was getting ever more so as the years went on but that was never her principle concern. Not when it involved Scott Naughton. She wasn’t merely a patient but a captive of the TLT Centre. It stood for Timeless Life Technologies and though it was a centre built for the benefit of the population at large, it was barbaric to its test subjects and she was unfortunate enough to have been born into it.



With a sigh Scott eased himself into the chair opposite the bed she was currently sitting on. ‘We’ve been through this. I don’t get any sort of perverse pleasure out of you removing your clothes. I am only asking this in a professional capacity.’ He sunk down into the back of the chair as deeply as he could. He was sinking equally as deep into his own lies. With his many other female patients he could say the same thing and mean it.



‘And I still say- that isn’t the point. I don’t like being treated like a lab-rat. Even if you are telling the truth, I’ve been lied to before. I was told the tests would stop when I turned eighteen. Why are they starting up again? I’m twenty!’ She swung her arms wide and was satisfied that she had communicated her feelings aptly when he flinched. Scott’s reaction pleased her. He’d no doubt thought that one of her hands would connect with him. She could credit him with that much. He had always been careful not to touch her in the slightest way. She could appreciate the gesture seeing as every test subject of the centre was only capable of feelings ranging from basically nothing to intense pain unless they were being touched by their proper mate of the opposite sex. It was genetic. The amount of pain depended on how pure the genes were in the particular subject –most were decidedly impure and thus didn’t feel much at all. The unwarranted pain was a severe but incurable side effect of their genetics.



Since every subject only had one mate it was close to impossible to make a perfect match. All of them would inevitably become part of the breeding program but most likely without their rightful match, which made the typically enjoyable task of mating them; a form of torture. As if it couldn’t get any harder, mates also couldn’t simply be tested at random for compatibility. They needed to naturally gravitate to their mate where possible when they were physically ready. It was practically nothing more than a daydream to hope for a life with the correct mate.



If Scott wanted to hurt her; he wouldn’t need to do much more than make contact. Catsy didn’t need more endless tests to make her future any bleaker than it already was, but she would make the best of the life she had.



‘The tests are starting up again because you’re about to be entered into the breeding line.’ Even as he said it he began writing in a recommendation that Catsy be put with a gentle man for her first time. He didn’t like seeing her face drain of colour when he looked up to meet her eyes. He hadn’t had her as a patient for all that long but he already felt for her. She was spirited and it made him realise that he liked seeing that quality still pounding strong within the people who were brought up in the centre.



‘No… No—I won’t.’ She frowned resolutely in the face of the man she intended on having instead. It was true enough that it would cause her great pain to do so but that wasn’t the reason she wanted him. Catsy wanted so badly to pleasure him. To have him hard and ready for her and see the desire in his eyes – all directed at her – that was what she wanted. So far he’d already conveyed to her very plainly that he was averse to the idea of using her for his desires. He hadn’t said so directly, but there had been sufficient evidence to prove he must feel that way. From what she could gather, Scott found something about her unappealing. Sometimes it felt to her like she made him almost uneasy. She’d seen the way the other male staff and doctors would leer at her. Perhaps he just lacked the confidence or bravado that the other men had in this area. –It was certainly peculiar for a man as attractive as he was, but not impossible. Although a problem like that couldn’t develop out of nowhere. It occurred to Catsy that his childhood might have been as turbulent as her own. The thought of such a thing gave her a pang of empathy for him.



He broke the spell with a scowl in her vicinity. ‘Catsy.’



‘I can’t. I’m not ready. You don’t understand!’



‘I do understand but it can’t be avoided forever. Believe me.’ He looked down at the notes in his lap and considered the recommendation he had put down for her a second ago. ‘Tell me, do you trust me?’ Once the words were out his stunning eyes flicked up to latch onto hers. ‘—and my opinion?’ The eye contact held them for an anxious instant until she found her voice and cleared her throat.



‘I suppose I do.’ She allowed in a weak voice. It really wasn’t the half of it. She trusted him more than she’d trusted the majority of the centre’s employees and it was only the briefness of their acquaintance along with sensibility that gave her some hesitation in being entirely up front.



Scott frowned decisively at the clipboard as he made some change to it. The question that had preceded the action gave Catsy a cause to grow uneasy. Not to mention the distracted air with which his right leg was twitching. The quirk wasn’t like him, not as far as she knew. He was usually so calm and collected that the sudden change in him unnerved her and birthed a frown of her own.



‘You aren’t going to advance me straight into the program to get it over with are you…?’



‘No.’ He paused momentarily. ‘No, I’m effectively postponing it. –Nothing to be concerned over.’ His head was still down. By now it seemed intentional as it stopped her from being able to pin him with her eyes.



‘Dr. Naughton, is everything all right? Am I not having a physical today after all?’



‘No, you still need a physical.’ He threw the clipboard onto the coffee table next to him but his eyes went back to it. She couldn’t work out whether he looked resolute or just plain distracted. He leant over and purposefully slipped his pen into the clip before flipping it over so she couldn’t read a word of it. ‘Please agree to remove your clothes. Otherwise I’ll need to get someone in here to do it for you.’ The request was not said unkindly. He in no way wanted to cause her undue pain just because she wasn’t feeling all that cooperative.



She nodded amiably in his obvious consideration for her well-being. ‘Okay, I will. You know I was just wondering… Have you worked here for very long? I don’t think I saw you around before you became my doctor.’ She remarked as she began stripping off items of clothing. She’d do anything to distract him from the blush staining her cheeks. No matter what he’d said, she didn’t believe that he didn’t like watching her undress.



‘Not long –a few months.’



‘Do you live close by?’ She ventured.



‘I live here.’ He wished that he’d thought before answering so hastily. Still, it was too late to take the words back.



That comment was enough to bring her head around to face him. She almost couldn’t trust her ears. If he took residence in the centre it would be a simple matter to sneak out of her dorm one night and find his quarters.



‘You mean you live in the centre like us?’ She watched him falter as if maybe he’d said too much. Maybe he had.



‘Yes. It’s insisted upon.’ In a way what he said was true. He was definitely encouraged to stay within the TLT Centre boundaries. –He chose to spare her the why. He inadvertently slid her a tentative glance. What was intended as a glance; turned into something less fleeting. Disturbingly enough, he couldn’t force his eyes from her. At least while she wasn’t aware of the scrutiny. Irritation rippled over his features. Women—to his knowledge—didn’t look as captivating as she was looking now. Catsy was lithe, pleasingly curvaceous and wrapped in pale skin that looked soft and touchable. He couldn’t understand why this woman’s body was affecting him so much after all the years of not succumbing to anything similar over a woman. Women had never held much interest. Scott tried to pull back on his self-induced restraints with sheer will. –He didn’t have much luck. Every now and then his body still had the ability to bemuse him.



‘Aren’t you going to call someone in to conduct the examination? Don’t tell me you’re going to start doing it yourself…’ She caught him wincing when at last she chose to look back at him.



‘I’ll send someone in to do your physical shortly.’ He explained in clipped tones prior to grabbing his notes and leaving the room with haste. He was out of the door before she could ask him why. She didn’t like seeing such a strained look on his handsome face. It made her feel oddly drawn to do something about it, which was strange for her. Catsy and the others who were raised in the centre were technically clones of people who had once existed. –Or they were initially. The difference was that their DNA had been changed to make them not entirely as human as the original person was. They were still labelled clones but in truth they were immortals. The public was willing to pay a lot of money to buy something that was immortal for a life partner. The result would be a future of humans with increasingly longer life spans. The problem had been the cost required to produce so many ‘clones’ and so the TLT Centre had fallen back on the breeding program. It took longer but plenty of people were willing to wait. It was a thriving industry for the future of the human species.



Sounded perfect if you didn’t happen to be one of their specimens.



Because of how Catsy, and many like her, had been reared she had a general dislike of people unlike her. By and large she had found the people around her untrustworthy and growing up in such circumstances had left her immensely cynical. In retrospect she second-guessed her own judgement in attempting to be friendly toward Scott. The one person she was trying to be nice to was rejecting her, as she should have known he would. It made her furious and it was directed more outwards than inwards. What had made her take the chance on him in the first place?



Another doctor knocked and entered without waiting for her response. Catsy tried unsuccessfully to cover herself. ‘Miss Vere. I’m here to continue conducting the exam. I’d like you to stand with your arms out to your sides at 90 degrees and your feet at shoulder width, if you could please.’



After the health check she was left to simply put her clothes back on and return to her residential area on the centre’s property. She’d never been outside the company’s walls; neither had any other person like her that she knew of. Right now for the first time, she couldn’t care less. Scott was well within her reach. If he was going to reject her – she’d no longer give him a choice in the matter.



 



Chapter Two



Catsy was on the final leg of her plan to snare Scott. She had already searched through files to locate his room and obtain a key. It was easier than she’d thought it would be. She had also managed to pick up a little something from their medical supplies to knock him out for a few minutes while she tied him down. She wasn’t fool enough to think that he would give in so easily and there was no way in hell that she could overpower him. Not even if he was half-asleep. Though she hated the thought of using chloroform on him, she knew it would do the trick rather nicely.



Standing outside his room with duct tape and lengths of rope at her feet; she poured a generous amount of chloroform onto her handkerchief and let herself into his room. She waited inside the door until her eyes grew used to the darkness and she was able to pick her way silently around the bed to his slumbering form. As her handkerchief connected with his mouth she saw his eyes open in shock and felt a tremor rack his body as he strived to take action and work out what exactly was happening to him at the same time. His lids fluttered closed again soon after and she was able to breathe again. She hadn’t expected to feel such guilt when she’d seen the panic in his eyes flare upon seeing her shadow in the dark. He wouldn’t have seen much more than a dark shape and she somehow wished otherwise.



She brought the ropes and tape in from the hallway and locked herself inside his bedroom. She took a fortifying breath. She could scarcely believe that she was really going to do this.



 



When Scott came around it was distinctly earlier than she had assumed it would be. It was no surprise to him. What was slightly more surprising was Catsy’s face coming into focus as she hovered over him. He understood the situation quite clearly when he found he couldn’t move his arms or legs. The woman had tied him to his own bed and put duct tape over his mouth. There were no complexities over why she had. His head reeled to find a solution but there was nothing he could do to stop her. He was in the grips of something resembling horror already and it made him angry. –A lot of things made him angry. He wasn’t very good at coping with that emotion.



‘Dr. Naughton?’ She had an unwarranted look of concern and confusion on her pretty face. The reason eluded him. All he could do was narrow his eyes at her and express himself with a growl. He glanced up at the corner of the room that housed the surveillance camera. With a much harsher, more frustrated growl he realised that he could expect no help on that front. The centre staff wouldn’t make a move to help him. It was all too convenient for them. Earlier that day when he’d met up with Catsy for her appointment he had amended his first recommendation with a second one.



He had suggested to management that he be paired with her when the inevitable time came to put her into the breeding program. He had already avoided it for so long that he was pushing his luck. It was only due to how perfect his DNA was that he’d managed to persuade the company to let him assist them in their duties in the interim. –Seeing as he was damn near uncontrollable physically, they would have done anything for his cooperation. Recently he’d decided that if he needed to do it, it may as well be with Catsy Vere. She had captured his attention when countless others had failed to.



With a jolt he recognised her expression must relate to that which he’d kept from her. By the time she had pulled back the tape covering his mouth, he was resigned to his fate. ‘Isn’t this a bit drastic? Untie me.’ He still wasn’t quite certain how she had figured it out to begin with. –He must have grunted with pain from her touch sometime while he’d been knocked out.



‘Dr. Naughton—you’re a…’ She trailed off, still unable to come to terms with her findings. The only sound was their loud breathing.



‘Yes. What of it?’ His mind raced as he endeavoured to establish whether he could talk her out of what she intended. He admonished himself silently that even now he was attempting to waylay the unavoidable. Then he started to relax. If neither of them got anything out of it; why should she bother to seduce him in the first place?



You don’t understand.’ She murmured, enraptured. She reached out with her shaking hands and saw him stiffen to brace himself for the inescapable stab of pain that would follow her touch. Both of her hands made contact with his bare chest and his breath hitched.



No pain followed. There was only the strange sensation of a harmless touch. Warmth developed where her hands rested. His insides tingled with the new feeling. –Someone was touching his skin; for once it wasn’t a sensation he’d caused himself. It felt better. It sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating from her hands. At first he didn’t trust it. He’d never felt anything similar in his life and hadn’t expected to. Not even in his most lucid states had he been able to conjure up what the warmth of another person would feel like. His lids fell closed on a fractured sigh, pent up for too long. Scott was more aware than most of how unfair and cruel the life of an immortal was. He was the centre’s most flawless specimen after all. With a jarring conviction he suddenly wanted her close. His senses leapt with the thought of having Catsy held crushed to his body so that the foreign sense of heat could envelope them. He knew she must feel it too but for some reason she was holding back. The anger he felt over that fact was irrational given the circumstances but he was beginning to see that what he wanted wasn’t mere want. It was, in actuality, a need. He could feel it searing his nerves. His body began to ache in so many places. It wasn’t painful, more like a delicious ache that left you wanting. He lifted his eyelids to focus on the woman leaning over him.

With a startlingly fierce intensity, he knew beyond a doubt that he loved the woman gazing down at him. He knew it wasn’t entirely a new revelation. He had known in part, yet denied it for longer than he cared admitting to. He’d loved Catsy as soon as he’d met her—officially—though he had steadfastly refused to accept that he could have feelings for her. But if they were meant to be together surely he could…



Dr. Naughton… I’m sorry—I know you don’t approve of this sort of thing… I just couldn’t help it. I wanted…’ She sounded breathless. Her eye contact with him was erratic. She was nervous.



The bonds holding him back were multiplying his frustration. He needed to reassure her and pull her close. His own firm conviction on the matter stunned him. It was completely out of character for him to want anyone even remotely close. She obviously wasn’t sure what he wanted and that was what held her back from doing anything further. –Easily resolved. Scott fought to locate his voice.



‘Come down here, Catsy.’ If she had come to him she had to have thought he was a normal man. In which case, she’d wanted to pleasure him for whatever the reason. He saw no use in disabusing her of her mission now that both of them could find satisfaction. He lifted himself to her as far as the ropes allowed and strived to stretch far enough to get his face close to hers. ‘It’s alright. I’m not annoyed.’ His voice was a rough placation. He wasn’t naïve enough to think she mirrored his feelings for her but this was a start. He was able to give her the pleasure she must crave and they were in the ideal setting to go ahead with what they wanted. Even if she wasn’t capable of caring for him, he could still give her this. He knew what the female half of those like him tended to be like. For the most part they were emotionally evasive. –That wasn’t at all unlike the males either, for that matter.



She saw him hesitate and inch back when she didn’t immediately obey him. He must’ve thought she was insane for wanting to do this to him and then apparently changing her mind. She nervously moved well within his reach. She searched his eyes and held her breath as he came forward again. His gaze being on her lips as he neared made her tense until his mouth caught hers. All of a sudden she was the one who was pushing him back onto the bed. She came down along with him and eased on top of him. A deep groan resounded in his chest in response to her sudden closeness. It tugged at her composure. She hadn’t intended on pleasing herself; only him and thankfully she still could even though he hadn’t turned out to be who she thought he was. The truth was something she was still digesting. If Scott Naughton was an immortal like she was and they could take pleasure from each other’s touch, that meant—



‘You belong to me…’ He was whispering in her ear with no little awe. ‘You are mine. I never dreamed I’d find you. You are everything I’d imagined I could want.‘ The claim uttered with such certainty made her shiver. She started to see with unwavering clarity that he wouldn’t be letting this matter drop. Not in the foreseeable future. He may be the one tied to the bed but he sounded determined and in control. She began to wonder what she had gotten herself into.



‘That doesn’t mean I’m your’s.’



He could beg to differ that detail from where he was laying. She was all but clinging to him with only her nightgown and underwear separating them. ‘Either you take what you came here to get or you untie me and let me do it to you myself.’ To his dismay she didn’t remove all of her clothes. She stood up and slid off her panties. It was then that she paid attention to how erect he really was. He heard her gasp and read where her thoughts were going. ‘You can take your time. –As long as you take me, I don’t care.’ He had seriously changed his tune from the persona he’d adopted for the past month.



‘I didn’t think you felt that way about me. You’ve been saying—’



‘Forget what I’ve said.’



She knelt on the bed between his thighs and considered him. ‘On second thoughts… I don’t think I will do that.’ She successfully smothered anything he had to say about it by resealing the tape over his mouth. ‘It’s all right—I’ll still make sure you’re seen to.’ There was a very disapproving look in his eyes. However, he didn’t attempt to say anything or grumble about it. She took his throbbing cock in her hand. The soft velvety skin encasing something so rigid made her head spin. Her desire to bury it deep within her made her feel curiously hot and empty between her legs. It wasn’t a feeling she appreciated. Neither was she all that familiar with it but it was better than the alternative. Scott had acquired a dangerous look in his eyes and she wasn’t about to take her chances by leaving herself so vulnerable. The resulting adrenaline rush could be exactly what he needed to break free of the ropes holding him. He didn’t need that extra provocation. She wasn’t at all sure that she’d be able to control him after this as things were. She could sense there were some unsafe emotions simmering deep inside him somewhere. Emotions she daren’t lift the lid on for fear of being scalded. If she let things get too far; she knew there may be no end to it. –No light at the end that she could escape through. He would never let her leave if he got it into his head that he needed her.



The hand that was gliding up and down his rigid length stilled. He raised his head from the pillow to discern what she was doing and instantly regretted it. Catsy knew he was watching as she lowered her head to press her soft lips to the head of his staff. The view was his undoing. He gasped sharply and it shattered into a groan. He couldn’t help himself. The sensation was intense and mind-numbing in its magnitude. It was a burning pleasure to feel her tongue slide about him. His whole body burned to the touch but his attention was focussed in one area and on the woman that was undoing him. She was simply giving. She had no intention of receiving. By coincidence, the one thing he desired now was to have the one thing she wasn’t offering him. He longed for it but it was being denied him.



Her mouth closed evocatively around his swollen appendage. Scott’s head fell back on another telling groan. The sound reverberated through every sensitive part of her. –Replying to a question his body had asked. She hadn’t known how much it would tease her to appease his hunger. It didn’t escape her notice that she was the only one in the world capable of giving him this. He hadn’t experienced a thing like it in all his life. A lifetime was a long time to live not knowing what life had to offer and that was only the least of it. It was possible that he’d lived far longer than one lifetime already.



Scott visibly appeared to have reached some conclusion. He lifted and to her horror began pulling at his right arm, trying his utmost to free himself. Straining, he got the arm free and looked into her nervous face. His first order of business was to rip the duct tape from his mouth.



‘There is no reason to be frightened of me. You couldn’t have held me down during this, not even with chains. You had to know that Catsy.’



Inwardly she had to grudgingly accept that she understood his need. She hadn’t been willing to offer all of herself yet but she couldn’t avoid it now. –Admitting that much was easy. She didn’t have a choice. She was no match for this form of persuasion and she wouldn’t have wanted to refuse him anyway. She just couldn’t. –Not him. Scott was too desirable to every sense she owned. What wasn’t easy to admit was why she wanted to alleviate his mental anguish too. She longed to mollify him even on an entirely emotional level, though she couldn’t yet comprehend the full reasons why.



He untied his other hand while she sat between his legs helplessly awaiting him. When he was free to sit up he did so and hauled her into his arms. He’d wanted to do that ever since she had fondled his chest. Not being able to had been killing him. He held her hard and gloried at her slight frame and soft body. He was oddly honoured when her arms slipped around his bare waist to hug him back. Doing his best to ignore her startled gasp, he released her enough to kiss her. He immediately plundered the inside of her mouth with his tongue and she returned the caresses as eagerly as he gave them. Catsy moaned delicately and leaned into him further. Truthfully, her reaction took him unawares. He didn’t expect such ready passion to ignite in response to him.



He juggled her while simultaneously undoing the ropes that kept his feet anchored. The only sound she made once she’d realised her predicament was a little noise of surprise. He was awarded a louder one when he moved to pick her up. Her eyes were wide with curiosity by the time he laid her down in the middle of the bed. He broke out in a smile only for it to melt away as she reached up to stroke her fingertips down the side of his face. The amusement he had derived from her had been forgotten and passion took over his features. She really seemed to be in awe of him. It was so unfamiliar and unnatural that anyone could feel this way about him that it was disconcerting. As much as he didn’t like to admit it, it was a confusing experience to have someone take such a personal interest.



‘Are you happy?’ Catsy asked innocently. Under her fingers she felt rather than saw his jaw clench.



‘There’s only one way I will answer that question. If you would open your legs?’



‘Can’t I have the verbal translation?’



He raised an eyebrow. ‘The verbal translation would simply be like subtitles for the action.’



Her brow furrowed and she folded her arms across her chest between them. Scott took unfounded offence at the action and frowned straight back at her. He was obscenely close to pinning her arms to her sides.



‘I don’t see why this question is so tricky to answer in a straightforward way. Does that mean you are happy?’



‘What do you think?’



‘I think you’re being difficult on purpose because you don’t want to explain your hesitation in answering.’



She knew that part of him was angry, but there was something else. She could swear there was sadness there in his eyes. There was a tangle of other emotions running through him. She could feel them as if they were her own. Why hadn’t he just lied to her to satisfy her compulsion to ask questions? It seemed more like his response sprung from an inability to lie to her rather than an active choice not to on his part.



Catsy started to wonder where this sixth sense for Scott was arising from.



He contemplated her in a strange way before answering. ‘Right enough. You didn’t come for a prolonged discussion.’ He paused as if he were reconsidering her question. ‘But the short answer is yes, if it honestly matters to you.’ She had no idea how much of a big deal it was just now to have him explain a part of himself to her. She just smiled.



–It was good to see her smile, he decided. She nodded and her look of contentment stayed in place up until he had settled himself by her side and he began lifting her thin gown up to her waist. Her smile faltered. Anticipation thrummed through every nerve he possessed.



He watched her closely to gauge her reaction as he opened her and slid one long finger into her slick entrance. She tensed at the intrusion and then relaxed, though still visibly nervous. Catsy was very wet for him and infinitely soft and warm. His whole body hardened in reaction to her change in expression. It went from openly curious to a delicate frown and he knew she was struggling to cope with all of these new sensations. Her eyes were closed so he felt much more comfortable watching and experiencing her than when her eyes were on him. He felt less questioned and more trusted, for it indeed took trust for a woman in her position to close her eyes in his presence. He reasoned that it wasn’t likely she had heard about his reputation. Nevertheless she was being unquestionably welcoming of his needs. She bit her lip when he made a stroking movement with his finger. That telling sign of how she was enjoying the myriad feelings provoked him to push things that one bit further. He withdrew and sank a second finger in alongside the first. Her hands instantly flew to grab him. One landed on his upper arm and the other had a firm grip on the wrist between her thighs. Scott couldn’t work out whether she was trying to stop him or guide him but she was failing regardless.



She couldn’t stop him—couldn’t draw his hand away from its purpose. Her breaths were coming in short bursts and she only partially managed to contain a sob. His thumb was gently teasing the overly sensitive bud that was her clitoris in conjunction with sliding his fingers back and forth into her. Her own vulnerability to this virtual stranger was causing a bitter distress to well inside her and she urged him closer with the hand she had up on his arm in a silent plea. She wanted his compassion however small the amount that he possessed may be.



Her hand slipped up to hold the back of his neck as he conceded and lowered his torso to her. He planted a feather-light kiss on her neck in experimentation. Her skin was as soft as he thought it would be beneath his lips. The feelings were so divine that it felt forbidden.



Oh Catsy… I—‘ Scott stopped and swallowed the words he had intended to say. Mentally, he tried to shake his head free of whatever it was that seemed to entangle his emotions.



‘What?’ The tone of his voice had startled her. He’d sounded uncharacteristically emotional, which didn’t suit him at all. Scott Naughton could be distant and unfeeling without being unkind. For as long as she’d been associated with him he had been detached from others. –Up until now.



‘I—I think you’re beautiful. I always have, I just couldn’t say it before.’ Catsy couldn’t bear the strain she heard in his voice. He was fighting his self over this and she didn’t like it. For their kind it didn’t bode well to hold back because it invited frustration and anger. The men especially, were notorious for bottling up volatile emotions that needed venting. Some got so bad that they turned detrimental towards others and themselves.



She knew he needed a release and she wasn’t willing to let him put it off any longer. ‘I want you.’ She pleaded into his shoulder.



An open-mouthed kiss placed on her bare skin diverted her attention from the hand that was causing tingling waves of raw excitement through her body. She knew the repeated motion of his fingers must be making him crazy with need. His roughened breathing was loud in her ear. It made her want him so badly that turning her head to meet his parted lips was automatic. He didn’t expect it and buckled under her kiss until he couldn’t do anything but sink into the passion she provoked. Scott was the one to pull free. He avoided looking into her stormy eyes.



She supposed it may not have been expected of her to continue such an intimacy. It implied a depth of feeling that wasn’t part of the bargain they had struck.



‘I… I like it when you kiss me… It makes me feel like you care…’ She said by ways of an explanation. Too much of her was being revealed to him but she felt she needed to share the insight with him. Maybe it was the shock of such an intense shared intimacy that frightened her into, ironically, trying to close the emotional gap between them.



Scott wanted to say it. He wanted to tell her he cared. He had been about to tell her far more than that a minute earlier before he’d stopped himself. He cared about her in a ludicrously deep way that teetered on the edge of foolishness. He didn’t want to risk her pushing him away. He didn’t know her all that well but he’d always cared about what happened to her and how she was coping with her life at TLT. It hadn’t been any of his business, but he had still cared ever since he’d first taken notice of her almost five years ago. Thinking about it now, the fact that she had stood out to him at all had been a sign that she wasn’t just ‘anybody’ to him. Evidently, she had missed his compulsion to keep tabs on her. The thought made him wonder if she could in fact sense it through his kiss without realising it for what it was.



He couldn’t say the words so he left it unsaid and traced his lips up the side of her neck instead. When he reached her lips he locked them with his tenderly and hoped she could distinguish the truth of his feelings without him needing to say it aloud. He had never said the words to anyone. He couldn’t.



She licked her bottom lip, ‘could you… maybe use your tongue like before…?’ It took determination for him not to laugh at her request.



She didn’t realise that she had opened her legs and before she could close them he was resting inside them; his slender hips cradled by her inner thighs. ‘Didn’t you also want this…?’ He was kissing her and he gave her no opportunity to ask what he meant. He could smell the heavy aroma of her need; he could feel her damp, burning heat on the thick throbbing head of his cock. He couldn’t handle resisting anymore. He flexed his muscles hard and pushed into her. The feeling was reality-rocking. Scott felt her body give way around his unforgiving intrusion and she yelped as it did. He continued to massage her clit with his slick fingers; thrusting as slowly as he could bear.



For a while all she felt was the pain. She was used to far worse but it receded until a definite pleasure began building to a height she had no way of knowing existed. She could hardly believe that she could have ended up ignorant of this feeling for her whole life if not for Scott. ‘Harder.’ –She found herself whimpering to him. Scott sighed with all the sweet relief he felt at her permission.



Yes…! Deeper…’ In response he lifted Catsy’s legs and spread then wide open. He pushed the entire length of him in—pushed it so far inside that she squealed.



His hips forcefully rocking into her pushed her beyond the pleasure she’d marvelled at. He felt her climax squeeze him. Her shuddering body closing around him almost broke his control. She gasped and sobbed her pleasure with a broken exclamation of his name on her lips. Once he’d kissed her senseless—drunk in as much as he could of the woman who had finally let down her defences against him—Catsy arched her hips into him and he lost himself within her, trembling through an experience that shattered his view of the world. She clutched his waist and held him through it. Once he was spent he couldn’t find words adequate enough to relate the moment as he saw it. He was sated and content but troubled that one experience with this woman could change so much of his life.



For a long time they were peacefully quiet, save the sound of their laboured breathing.



‘…Are you okay? Was that—?’



‘I’m better than okay,’ She assured him, closing her eyes. Though to herself she had to admit that she’d be fooling herself if she thought there was anything more to having sex with him than what there really was. She knew she had to be grateful that she had found him in the first place. It would certainly make her life a lot easier and less painful. However, she was single-minded about trying to limit her contact with him in future. She wouldn’t torment herself by disillusioning her mind in that way. She knew he didn’t care about her, even if it seemed as though he did while they shared a bed.



‘I’m sorry for not realising you were mine before. If I had known… I would have claimed you much sooner and you wouldn’t have had to sink this far to get to me. I want you to stay in my quarters from now on. We’ve already wasted time.’ He came to rest partly to one side of her. He brushed the backs of his knuckles across one of her flushed cheeks. She reluctantly lifted her eyes to his. The green in them was too piercing at the moment for comfort. She had to look away.

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