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Jessica blushed when she realized that her pink vibrator had been lying next to her alarm clock on the bed stand the entire time that Rick had been there working on her laptop. She seriously hoped that he had not noticed the toy. She often felt uncomfortable looking him in the eyes to begin with, but thinking that he was aware of her using toys to masturbate with while her husband was stationed overseas would only make things more awkward for her.



Rick was friends with Jessica’s husband, Kevin. When she had learned from her husband that he had shared certain intimate details about her with Rick she had been humiliated. Now every time she could only imagine that he might be thinking about the things that Kevin had shared.



The 28-year-old beautiful woman with long brown hair, enticing blue eyes and captivating smile was used to men admiring her. She was pretty to look at and her firm B-cup breasts looked larger on her petite 5’2″ body. But Rick knew far more than that. He knew that Kevin was the only man she had ever been with. He knew that she only rarely sucked her husband’s penis, and never to orgasm. But that wasn’t the worst of it: Kevin had also shared that her pussy was abnormally small, so much so that her OBGYN had informed her that she would require a C-section when she had gotten pregnant. Jessica was never concerned about being small ‘down there’, after all, the first OBGYN who had informed her of the difference in her size had assured her that she was not alone in being that small, and made sure that she knew that no man would ever complain about her being too tight. Jessica had feared that sex would be difficult, but after getting married she discovered that her size was no issue at all. Of course it helped that her 5’8″ husband had no more than a five inch dick at best, and it was not very thick when hard. Jessica didn’t mind because she felt that it was as if they were made for each other.



Thinking of Kevin’s dick reminded her of Rick as well. The one thing that Kevin had shared with her about his friend was that Rick’s dick was supposedly more than eight inches long. While Jessica had no sexual desire towards the man, she still wondered about what a dick nearly twice the size of her husband’s must look like in comparison.



Jessica pushed the thought from her mind. It had been far too long since she had a man inside of her. She stopped having sex with Kevin during the third month of her pregnancy. After having their daughter Kevin was transferred to Afghanistan before she had recovered enough to have sex. Jessica did the math and realized that it had been a little over 18 months since Kevin had fucked her. She couldn’t wait for his return home in two month’s time.



That was where the PC and the vibrator came in. Thanks to Rick, Kevin and Jessica had a private video chat connection that was not a part of Kevin’s military access. Kevin had given his wife the vibrator to entertain herself while he was away. And recently she had begun giving him shows. She could only imagine what her friends at church would think if they knew that at least once a week she provided her husband with a little bondage role play video so he could jack off to her. To protect her identity Jessica always wore a mask and she never removed her bra and panties. Some things were just too risky. But she would put the vibrator in her panties and then handcuff her wrists behind the headboard and struggle until she orgasmed as Kevin watched. She would often remain in that position until he told her to stop, or least she would try to last that long. Fortunately she kept the key hanging on a nail behind the headboard within easy reach of her hands so she could get free.



That was why she was in such a rush to get Rick out here today. Her baby was at her mother’s and tonight was going to be an additional night for her and Kevin to chat. But her computer had crashed and she wasn’t able to get the connection working. Thankfully Rick was available to come over and save the day.



Jessica turned on the camera and logged into their private chat room before stripping down to her bra and panties. Then she put on her mask and crawled into the bed. She turned the vibrator on and slid it into her panties before reaching behind the slats in the bed and attaching the handcuffs to her wrists. Now she would enjoy the vibrations against her pussy as she waited for Kevin to come online.



In his car outside, Rick watched the picture on his computer. Little did Jessica know that when he had installed the equipment for her to chat with Kevin that he had provided a channel for him to log in as well. For months now he had been watching Jessica’s private shows that she believed were only for her husband. He had also recorded them and shared them with his friends, Tony and Scott. And little did Jessica know that the problems she had with her connection had been the result of Rick’s doing in order to get her to call him. In fact, the message that she had gotten from Kevin saying that he was available to come online tonight had been sent by Rick as part of the plan.



What Jessica also didn’t know was that while she was downstairs fixing Rick a cup of coffee, he had found the key that he had watched her use so many times and replaced it with another. Now Jessica had no escape from her handcuffs.



“She’s ready,” He said to Tony and Scott, who were sitting quietly in the back seat of his car. “Let’s go give her what she needs.”



Jessica looked at the clock on the nightstand. Kevin was late and she had already had one orgasm. She wasn’t sure how long she could keep it up if he didn’t log in soon. She thought about unlocking her wrist and turning the vibrator off, but decided to wait another minute. Then she heard a noise coming from downstairs. She quickly reached for the key hanging on the nail behind the headboard but when she slid it into the lock nothing happened. Jessica tried again and again, but the handcuffs remained secure.



Then the door opened and three men entered. “Look what we have here.” Scott said.



Jessica screamed in panic at the sight of the invaders. “Please don’t hurt me!” She pleaded. When she saw Rick she said, “What are you doing here?”



The men laughed. Rick said, “We are definitely not here to hurt you Jessica.” Seeing her look at the laptop he added, “Don’t worry, Kevin isn’t logging in tonight. The only connection that you have right now is to my computer and we’re recording everything. I’ve been watching you for months now and my friends and I have decided that you need a real cock inside you.”



“Leave me alone or I’ll call the police!” Jessica warned.



“Go ahead, but I’ve taken the precaution of hacking your computer and sending a bunch of e-mails back and forth, from you to me, that show you letting me watch what you do here and you begging me to fulfill your gangbang rape fantasy before Kevin gets home. So if you tell anyone then everyone will see the evidence I have and they will all think you’re just a slut. Imagine how Kevin will feel about that.”



“Please, you can’t do this to me. I’ve never fucked anyone but Kevin.” Jessica reminded Rick.



Rick and his buddies began removing their clothing. “Oh we’re just going to watch you for a while, until you beg us to fuck you.”



“That’s not going to happen.” She promised.



Rick pointed to the vibrator in her panties. The only way we’ll turn that off is when you say “Please fuck me.”



Jessica vowed that she would never do that, but already she could feel the vibrator bringing her close to another climax. She hated the fact that these men were going to watch her cum, but there was absolutely nothing that she could do about it. She watched as they slowly stroked their cocks while staring at her. All three men were larger than her husband, but Rick’s eight-plus inch cock was bigger, and thicker, than she would have imagined.



Jessica came. She tried to hide it but her body got the best of her. She begged them to turn the vibrator off but they just cheered her on as she struggled. Soon she was cumming again. Now it was becoming difficult to handle. The constant stimulation to her oversensitive clit was becoming unbearable. She had a series of orgasms, each more intense that the one before it. Jessica was thrashing about, begging for relief. Her stomach was aching from too much pleasure, yet the men would not permit it to stop.



She knew what they wanted and she did her best to resist. She hoped that she would pass out, but that was not happening. Jessica was humiliated at the thought that this was all being captured on video for others to watch. Eventually she broke. She hated the words that came out of her mouth but she believed that she had no choice but to speak them,



“Please fuck me. Do anything you want, just turn this damn thing off!”



With that the three men jumped onto the bed and began groping her all over. Her bra and panties were cut off of her. Much to her relief the vibrator fell away, but it was quickly replaced by fingers probing her tight little pussy.



“Shit, she really is tight,” Tony said, “Almost asshole tight if you ask me.”



Rick pushed the men aside and began licking her pussy. Jessica cried out as his tongue began massaging her over stimulated clit at the same time that Tony and Scott began licking her nipples. Jessica climaxed almost immediately, and felt shame at being brought to orgasm by someone other than her husband.



Rick rose up and began rubbing his giant cock against her pussy.



“God no, don’t put that inside me!” Jessica pleaded.



Rick slowly pressed into the small woman. The feel of her tight lips wrapping around his thick shaft was wonderful. Knowing that he was only the second man to fuck her, and her first cock in a year-and-a-half, was something that he relished.



Jessica squirmed as the giant cock filled her like she had never been filled before. Rick fucked her slowly as she begged him to stop. After a couple of minutes he pulled out and climbed up to straddle her chest. “Suck it.” He ordered.



Jessica opened her mouth and took his massive head between her lips. She bobbed her head back and forth as Rick fucked her mouth. He grabbed the sides of her head to guide it as he facefucked her. Soon he was moaning with delight. Jessica realized that he was going to cum and tried to pull away. She had never permitted Kevin to cum in her mouth and certainly did not want Rick to have the privilege of doing so, but his hands held her head firmly in place.



“Oh yes!” He called out as he began to cum.



Jessica felt the first blast of his thick cum splash onto her tongue before more began shooting into the back of her throat. She was forced to begin swallowing it as Rick took his pleasure spilling his seed into her mouth. When he had finished he climbed off of the bed and motioned for Tony to take his turn.



Jessica begged the overweight, bearded man to leave her alone, but Tony was too horny to care about her feelings. He quickly jumped on top of the beautiful woman and shoved his cock inside her. He fucked her hard and fast as Jessica could do nothing but take it.



Then she was surprised as she caught her body responding. “No, not this.” She said to nobody in particular as she realized that she was about to orgasm. She tried to resist it, but soon her hips were thrusting in response to the cock fucking her as she was cumming beneath him. She hated it, but could not help but enjoy it at the same time.



Tony’s pace quickened as his orgasm neared. He quickly pulled out and jumped up to straddle the woman and forced his ready cock into her mouth just in time to start cumming. Now Jessica was swallowing a second load of jizm as she pleasured the man with her mouth and tongue.



Scott didn’t wait for Tony to finish. As he was busy cumming in Jessica’s mouth, Scott raised her legs high and shoved his cock into her waiting pussy. Jessica was sucking one cock while being fucked by another. And once again she found her body responding with another orgasm.



Eventually Tony pulled out of her mouth and slid off the bed. Scott allowed her legs to fall and dropped down on top of her as he continued to fuck the petite woman.



“For a cunt that’s had three cocks in it already she sure is a tight one!” He proclaimed as he pounded away. When he was about to cum he pulled out and took his turn in Jessica’s mouth.



As she sucked his cock Rick told her, “Now you don’t have any excuse not to suck Kevin off anymore. If you don’t swallow his cum as soon as he comes home I’m going to let him see the videos of you sucking us off.”



Jessica tried to ignore him. All she wanted now was to get Scott off so they would be finished. She worked his cock with her mouth, greedily trying to get him to cum. When he did she gulped him down without blinking an eye.



Scott climbed off of the bed and Jessica just lie there quietly with her eyes closed. Then she felt someone climbing onto the bed. She opened her eyes to see Rick getting on top of her again. She looked down to see his massive cock dangling towards her pussy. “Not again.” She whimpered.



“Oh yes, but this time I’m cumming in that pussy.”



“No, please don’t!” Jessica begged as Rick shoved his cock inside of her.



Her body betrayed her once again. This time she was wracked with multiple orgasms as Rick’s huge cock pounded her tight little hole deeper than she could have ever imagined. His cockhead slammed against her cervix as he fucked her fast and hard. Jessica’s head rocked back and forth from the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced as he fucked her. Then Rick began slamming her even harder. “Oh yes, here I cum.” He announced.



Jessica felt his cum shooting inside her as she climaxed with him. The two came together and continued fucking long afterwards, until Rick was totally satisfied and his cock had gone limp. Only then did he pull out.



Tony and Scott were already dressed and were waiting downstairs when he had finished. Rick put on his clothes and then withdrew the real key to the handcuffs from his pants pocket. He gently placed it into her hand before saying, “There, I think you needed that as much as I did. Now we can keep this our secret and no one—especially Kevin—will ever know about it, or see the videos. The choice is up to you.”



Jessica waited until he left before using the key to unlock her handcuffs. She hurried to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. She was humiliated, pissed, and scared. But she had also been satisfied so completely that she couldn’t fathom what it meant. She would not tell anyone about this, but she wondered if she would be able to resist calling Rick to have him come back and do this all over again.

Note: This is a continuation from Jenny and the Boys Pt. 1. All characters are over 18. If you do not agree with incest do not read. Please critique nicely all criticism is appreciated.







Jenny sat in her room breathing heavy. Her brothers had just came all over her face and she had fingered herself to climax in front of them. She quickly grabbed a couple of tissues and started cleaning off the semen from her face, throwing them away quickly. After she cleaned her face up she decided she needed a shower, so she stood up and walked to the bathroom, stripping her clothes off and looking at herself in the mirror. She smiled and thought to herself “pretty good” before hopping in the shower. She let the warm water run down her body and sighed as the tension and excitement of the day washed away.



Alex and Zac sat in their chairs finally catching their breaths. Alex was quite happy with the way everything had turned out but Zac still felt a little bit disturbed and didn’t hesitate to inform Alex.



“Alex that was a onetime thing, Jenny is our sister and that should not have happened in the first place”.



Zac said. Alex quickly retorted “Yea but that was bloody awesome still. She was a fast learner and that felt amazing”.



Alex grinned and couldn’t deny that truthful fact. While Zac was disturbed Alex was scheming, they both decided to take a nap. A few hours later they both woke up to their mother Molly calling them down for dinner.



“Alex, Zac, Jenny, come on down we have chicken for dinner tonight”, she called. Alex and Zac quickly hopped out of bed and rushed downstairs eager to get first picks on the food but Jenny was slower, still a little embarrassed about what had happened and once the entire family was down for dinner she could not look Alex and Zac in the eyes.



Alex and Zac ate as if they hadn’t eaten in forever, only briefly talking to their mom about the day. Jenny sat in silence which is something her mom took notice of and she quickly addressed the subject.



“Jenny what’s wrong honey you have hardly touched your food and you haven’t said a word the entire night”.



Jenny just shrugged and said nothing. Little did her mom know she was fantasizing about what happened with Alex and Zac and she was anxious to see if she could get them to go farther, but she was embarrassed and wasn’t sure what would happen if she brought it up again. She knew Zac disapproved but Alex seemed more willing so she decided to work on him first.



After dinner Zac took a shower and Jenny walked into their room in nothing but one of her night shirts and some panties. “Hey Alex…”… she said in her best cute voice. Alex turned around from his computer, and gulped seeing Jenny in her panties.



“H-hey sis.”. Jenny smiled, walking over and sitting down on his lap.



“I was just wondering how you were doing tonight” she asked sweetly, rubbing her panties against his lap, feeling the slight hardening in his pants. Alex breathed hard knowing he should resist but he was haveing trouble doing so.



“I am f-fine “Alex said barley able to concentrate as he began getting harder and harder. Jenny began grinding against Alex’s’ waist.



“So big bro, about earlier.” She hesitated, “I am sorry, I know I wasn’t supposed to touch but it was irresistible to me.” She smiled knowing she was winning him over and quickly slid off onto her hands and knees unzipping his pants.



“Now, you seem more willing to teach me than Zac, so I was wondering if you could teach me about” she hesitated again “about my parts.”



Jenny quickly stood up sliding her panties off before pulling Alex’s already hard cock out, and she was happy to see no resistance from Alex, who was in a total shock at his baby sister. Alex groaned as Jenny got on top of his lap, and he tried to thrust forward as she rubbed the tip of his large 8′ cock on her slit.



“Alex”, Jenny moaned “this is my first time so be gentle and don’t get to carried away”. Alex nodded and tried to control his urges, letting Jenny set the pace, and was happy when Jenny slowly started descending on his cock, only taking the first 2 inches in at first, but then going farther down until his large cock broke her hymen, and finally she took all 8 inches in, breathing hard and whining lightly.



“A-Alex it hurts don’t move”. Alex tried not to move, and eventually Jenny slowly started gyrating on his cock. Alex groaned and started breathing heavy as well.”Sis that feels good”.



Jenny smiled triumphantly, and started going up and down, slowly at first, but then faster. Jenny moaned beginning to feel the pleasure. Soon Alex was pumping up when Jenny went up and Jenny was going down as Alex went down. They were in perfect synchronization and both were beginning to pant hard and sweat.



“Alex I am going to c-cum”. Jenny moaned breathing hard. But this one felt different, bigger and soon she was unable to keep going up and down and Alex took over, thrusting up into her hard before coming back out then thrusting up again. Alex groaned and his cock began expanding.



“Jenny, off I am going to cum” but Jenny was already experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm, moaning loudly her body shaking on Alex’s thick fuck rod. Soon it was too much for Alex to handle and he began pumping his load into his baby sisters body. Spurt after spurt shot from his prick into her pussy and Jenny began screaming from the heat.



“A-Alex oh shit” she whined before passing out on his lap. Alex quickly stood up and his flaccid dick fell out of her pussy. He carried her to his bed and laid her down gently before zipping his pants back up. He quickly sat back down in his chair and soon Zac walked in and could immediately smell sex in the air, and see Jenny’s panties on the ground.



“Alex you didn’t… How could you” Zac asked hurriedly.



“Bro she came onto me and damn she was tight” Alex smiled.”She is right there if you want to try her on, I am sure she won’t mind” Alex said smiling.



Zac shook his head trying to forget this even happened. Jenny stood up from the bed “mmm Zac I love you” she said as she walked over and hugged him. Zac hugged back instinctively because it was his sister and soon his hands were roaming down her back squeezing her ass.



He shook his head “Sis this is wrong”.



Jenny smiled; “Come on bro its fine just go with it”.



She quickly fell to her knees in front of him unzipping his pants and pulling out his semi hard cock and licking the tip. Zac moaned but was still uncomfortable with it but was soon won over by his sister’s warm, wet mouth. He put his hands on her head after a few minutes and began pressing harder forcing his sister to deep throat his large 8′ cock.



Jenny moaned as her brother began taking control forcing her to take it all the way down her throat. Alex began getting hard again and stood up.



Bro don’t hog her”, he said smiling putting Jenny on her on her hands and unzipping his pants again. Zac grinned “fair enough” he said before forcing his cock back down her throat. Alex quickly started rubbing his thick pulsing manhood against his sister’s pussy but then began pulling it up to her ass hole. Jenny jumped forward a little choking on Zac’s cock slightly.



Alex grinned “Sis its ok this will feel good too I promise”.



Alex said before forcing the tip into her extremely tight ass. Zac soon began panting and was about to blow so Jenny took his cock out of her mouth and began licking the tip.



“Don’t come yet bro, I want to see fireworks when you finish” She smiled and Zac nodded waiting until he calmed down again.



Alex and Zac both picked Jenny up so she was in between them, and Alex quickly pressed 4 inches into Jenny’s ass, causing her to moan loudly, never feeling something like that before. Zac slid his cock into her pussy easily, especially after it had been widened by Alex and soon the three began a rhythm. Alex would thrust up shoving as much of his cock as he could up her ass then let her fall down onto Zac’s large fuck stick, causing her pussy to tingle with excitement. Jenny was soon swept away in multiple orgasms moaning and screaming softly.



Zac groaned and said “Alex did you finish in her?”



Alex nodded and Jenny pleaded “Please let it out inside me Zac”.



Zac needed no further inclination and began releasing the largest load he had ever came, inside his sweet baby sister. Alex groaned as Jenny began spasming against both of them and he began shooting his second load of the day, not quite as big as the first but still something to be proud off.



They gently removed Jenny from their now soft cocks and laid her back down in Alex’s bed. Jenny smiled and said “I love you guys” and she fell asleep. Zac laid down in his bed and Alex slept next to Jenny. The trio slept soundly till the next morning when their mom called up for breakfast. Jenny hurriedly ran to her room sliding on some night pants and a new shirt and put her hair up in a scrunchy and all three kids went downstairs. They ate heartily and their mom mentioned



“My my what a ravenous appetite you three have today.” They grinned and just ate in silence.

So, on this particular Tuesday morning in April, toward the end of third period to be exact, I was kneeling astride a phys ed teacher and football coach, Lance Lightsaber (better known as “Jumbo”), who was flat on his back behind a pile of Monday’s dirty laundry in the back corner of the War Memorial High School weight training room. And I was about to do what I had gone there to do. And what he had been wanting to do all week.



But time out. Let me tell you a little about me first. Because, in the end, it really is all about me anyway. My name is Denise Davenport. I’m a high school English teacher, mostly for senior and AP English. Guys tend to notice me because of my long, thick, blond hair, my huge blue eyes and the fact that I have the kind of body they’ve only seen in their soggiest wet dream. Oh, and also because I always, and I mean always, dress in a way that screams, This is what I got. Now show me yours!!



If you want to know exactly how big a black cock slut I am, or precisely how gorgeous all men, but especially those of the Negro persuasion, find me, you might want to take a look at my little chronicle of the day I arrived here at War Memorial High. But suffice it to say that I have never met a black cock I didn’t like, and damn few I didn’t fuck. And I have certainly never met a black cock that didn’t want to nestle snugly into my cute little tight, tender, wet, white pussy.



I’m writing this history of the night I went to the Prom for the same reason I wrote about what happened on my first day of school – because I enjoy it. And I enjoy it for two reasons, first because I like writing. I am an English teacher after all. But more importantly because I really, really get off on writing about sex, especially when I’m describing my own sexual exploits.



It’s like my grandfather getting his own firewood for his wood stove. He used to say that the same wood warmed him up twice – once when he cut and split it, and again when he burned it. Well, I obviously enjoy fucking when I fuck. But then the same sex gets me hot all over again when I write about it. Am I sitting here and fingering myself to orgasm as I write? I’ll leave you guessing about that. A girl has to have some secrets after all.



Anyway, as I was saying, on that particular Tuesday morning in April, I was kneeling astride Lance “Jumbo” Lightsaber, and we were hiding behind a pile of dirty laundry in a corner of the school’s weight training room. And, despite my taste for dark meat, Jumbo was (and I’m sure still is) completely and totally Caucasian.



So, on that particular Tuesday morning, I slowly raised my hips, then paused dramatically. I was preparing to administer the coup de grace which would release us both from the enthralling, agonizing erotic tension which gripped us like the sweaty bear-hug of a half-crazed wrestler. I stared at him, my wild eyes and gasping mouth wide open in frenzied anticipation of the orgasmic tsunami which was about to sweep over us, freeing us, if only briefly, from our near-constant, intense sexual longings.



His eyes were squeezed tightly shut as he bit down hard on his lower lip in a sweet, gallant attempt to hold off his climax until I reached mine. However, it wasn’t really his choice. I was in complete control.



My hot love sauce slid thickly down the long, fat shaft of his aching dick. My smoldering cunt squeezed the tip tightly as I waited for exactly the right moment to make my move, the moment when that erotic tension peaked and the impact and satisfaction of our orgasmic release would be maximized.



“Aaggggghhrrrrrrr,” he growled, tossing his head back and forth like an enraged beast, and still I waited. Seconds passed and I squeezed the tip of his bloated cock while making small, slow circles with my hips, like an aircraft in a holding pattern.



“AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRR,” he growled, more loudly.



“OoooooOOOOhhhhOOOOOO.” I answered immediately, and drove my hips suddenly downward with all the force and velocity that desperation brings, stabbing myself repeatedly with his pulsing cock. He matched my pace, thrusting back with equal ardor and urgency, pumping me full of his steaming man juice. Orgasmic ecstasy rolled over us both in throbbing waves of acute pleasure, leaving us squealing and grunting, bucking and twitching until we were swept out upon calm sea of glowing satisfaction.



Oh, forgive me if my prose sometimes turns a little purple and my style just a tad florid. I love the English language nearly as much as I love sex. And I do have a tendency to get carried away – always by the erotic opportunities inherent in senior classes overcrowded with oversexed, oversized and overeager young black men and a school with a faculty of equally eager and well-equipped, mostly black, male colleagues. And sometimes I also get carried away by my enthusiastic attempts to record my adventures here.



I find it particularly stimulating to try to reproduce the noises of sexual ecstasy, the OOOs and the AAAAHs and all the other ancient animal noises we make when we fornicate. I, myself, am a very loud fuck. I also have an incredible range. I can go from growling guttural to soprano shriek in a heartbeat. And I pride myself on also evoking an extremely high volume and completely inarticulate response from each and every one of my many partners. So I take real pleasure in reporting the vigor and the incoherence of our vocalizations. Think of it as a kind of boasting. Anyway, I try not to overdo it.



But as frenzied and out-of-control as my lovers and I may sometimes get, and as embellished as my English may occasionally become, the events I describe are always 100 percent true and factual – except, of course, when I include my fantasies, the exploits I think should have happened but didn’t, and my contrived justifications for the things I really shouldn’t have done, but did anyway. But other than that, every word is gospel truth.



So on that Tuesday morning in April, after floating contentedly for a few minutes on the aforesaid calm sea of glowing satisfaction conveniently located behind the pile of dirty laundry in the back corner of the school weight training room, I sat up a little and looked down at Jumbo Lightsaber, the head of the physical education department. “Wow,” I said, in my eloquent, English teacher kind of way.



“Yeah, totally neurotic” he replied in his malaprop-ish, English-challenged phys ed teacher/football coach kind of way. But it wasn’t the size of his intellect which attracted me to him in the first place.



“I think you mean ‘erotic’ Jumbo,” I corrected. (A good English teacher is never off duty.)



“Probably,” he grinned.



He was one of the few white men on the faculty at War Memorial, but I didn’t hold that against him. His nickname was more than appropriate and, when it comes to well-endowed men, I’m definitely an equal opportunity kind of slut. I’ll fuck the brains out of any good-looking, hung stud, regardless of race, creed, color, national origin or sexual preference. Well, maybe not regardless of sexual preference. They need to prefer sex, and they’d damn well better prefer it with me.



It’s just that the pool of well-endowed, big, strong, sexy black men is so much larger that your odds are better if you go with the dark meat. But that doesn’t mean that you turn up your nose at a macho, brawny guy sporting a big, tasty slab of white meat either.



I gave him a big tongue-probing kiss, then suddenly stood up. As I did, his shrinking prick popped out of my cunt and at least a quarter of a cup of his cum drooled out onto his bare stomach. When a man has a physique like Jumbo, I won’t fuck him until he takes his shirt off. If he refuses, I rip it off him myself, which gets me so hot, I fuck him twice.



“Oh shit,” he complained with some degree of real annoyance as he watched the sticky semen spread across his belly. “Why do you always do that?”



“I guess because it’s the only way I’ve got to measure how much you really love me,” I answered with a smirk.



“And how much do I?” he asked, having already forgiven me.



“Apparently a little less than half as much as Joey does,” I replied, giving him my best comic look of reproach.



“Not fair!” he protested. “I’m 35 and that kid’s – what? – 18? There’s no way I could emasculate the way Joey does.” he grumbled, his annoyance returning.



“Do you mean ‘ejaculate’, Jumbo?” I asked, already knowing the answer.



“Whatever,” he shrugged. “But I think you’re missing the real point here. We’re teachers. We’re not supposed to be fucking the students. It’s against the law and it’s against any code of teachers’ ethics.”



“I mean take Anjellika,” he continued. “And the rest of the cheerleaders, too. They’re always flirting with me during games, flipping their little skirts back and forth and showing me their frilly panties. They know I can see that their nipples are hard as anything under their tight little tops. And they come up to me all innocent and say, ‘Is it true your nickname is “Jumbo”, Coach Lightsaber?’ And, ‘Why do they call you that, Coach Lightsaber?’ And they’re even worse in gym class. I get so stiff it hurts, and, of course, it shows and then they start giggling and pointing.” And then he demonstrated by giggling the cutest little falsetto giggle.



“I know they fuck their boyfriends. I’ve caught them doing it. And some of them fuck that janitor, what’s his name? McKinnon? And I know they want to fuck me, too. And it’s not because they’re black. I love black women. You know I respect people of all colors of the rectum.”



” ‘Spectrum’, Lance. ‘All colors of the spectrum’,” I interrupted.



“All the colors of the spectrum?” Lance asked, scowling his confusion.



“Yup,” I assured him.



“No kidding?” he asked.



“No kidding,” I assured him.



“But anyway,” he continued, “Fucking those cheerleaders just wouldn’t be right, and I won’t do it. You, on the other hand….”, he trailed off suggestively.



Jumbo may not be the brightest bulb, but he has all the Boy Scout virtues, including integrity and decency, and I adore the hell out of him for that.



Actually, there’s nothing not to like about Jumbo, except the way he mangles the English language. The first time I met him, my “slut sense” went off like a desperate alarm clock which has just realized that it overslept by an hour or so. And that was before I discovered his ethical virtues.



(Oh yeah, my slut sense, let me tell you about that. It’s a little gift, a sixth sense I have, like Spiderman’s “spider sense”, except it’s located in my clit and goes off whenever I’m in the presence of a well-endowed stud, even if I haven’t had a chance to check out his equipment yet.)



“I used to agree with you, Lance” I said, getting a little serious. I mostly call him “Jumbo” when we’re fucking, or flirting or just screwing around, “Lance” when I’m being formal or want him to know I’m angry or being sincere.



The issue of sex with students was something I had actually agonized over when I first arrived at the school – but not for very long. Being cooped up in a little classroom with fifteen or so big, strong, black, randy, pheromone-spewing 18-year old guys had the little girl between my legs singing and dancing and demanding attention all day long. And how about brushing against dozens of them passing through the crowded school corridors? And having a couple of hundred of them turn to stare at me and make comments under their breath whenever I walk through the lunch room? Fact is, at this school, my panties are soaking wet all day, every day.



“At the schools before, and for a very short time, when I first came here, I swore I would never fuck a student,” I continued. “Then, when I got here, I gave in, but felt guilty about it at first. Joey, however, taught me not to feel guilty. I would still never fuck a child, but he’s no child. He’s 18. And he’s a smart, responsible and mature 18, too. And so is Anjellika – and a lot of the other cheerleaders. Besides, I’ll bet you were 18 once. I know I was and I had sex with every male teacher in my high school. They loved it; I loved it; and no one got hurt, except for maybe a couple of fat, ugly, bitch wives.



“If you never fucked any of your teachers, I’m sure you wanted to. Think back to when you were a teenager. Think of the sexiest teacher you ever had.”



“Miss Gorney,” he sighed. “Our personal health teacher. We all called her ‘Miss Horny’, because that’s what she did to us. She was incredibly voluminous.”



“The word you want is probably ‘voluptuous’,” I interrupted gently.



“Yeah, voluptuous,” he continued. “She had the biggest tits and the longest legs and she wore those tight, low-cut v-neck sweaters. I could get hard just thinking about her. In fact, I used to fantasize about her when I was beating off. Then, one day she caught me doing it behind the gym, and it took me a good 10 seconds to realize it was really her, not part of my fantasy, so I just kept on masticating.”



“You probably mean ‘masturbating’,” I said.



“Probably,” he replied. “Anyway, point is, I had such a crush on her.”



“Okay,” I said. “Would it have been so terrible if, when she caught you out there behind the gym, she gave you a blow job, or fucked your brains out, and then maybe met you back there to do it again the week after that? Wouldn’t that have been exactly what you wanted? Wouldn’t you have learned something from it? And if she said, ‘Hey Lance, enough with the nutrient-dense diet and adolescent-appropriate value structure. I’m going to teach you a little something about real women and grown-up relationships,’ weren’t you mature enough to know that she was like a developmental guide for you, and that she wasn’t going to marry you or be your girlfriend forever? And wouldn’t you have been grateful to her for the rest of your life? Wouldn’t that be a memory you would still cherish?”



“Well, if you put it that way…” His voice trailed off as he once more graphically imagined doing with Miss Gorney all the things he had fantasized about 17 years before.



“Well, that’s all I’m doing with Joey,” I said, mostly meaning it. “A little volunteer, after-class, extra-credit instructional assistance.”



“I don’t know,” he drawled slowly (the same speed at which he thinks). “I guess I see what you’re saying, but maybe we’ll just have to agree to disagree.”



“No one I’d rather disagree with,” I replied, noticing that he hadn’t wiped the cum off his stomach yet.



“Let me take care of that for you,” I cooed, and began to sensuously lick the syrupy seed off his 6-pack abs. As I did, I could see his shriveled dick begin to twitch and bloat. I worked my way down to it and turned to face his feet, then swung my leg over his head, aiming my stiffening clit for his talented lips and tongue. Within seconds his big cock was down my throat and quickly getting bigger.



His chin was pressed firmly against my pubic tattoo, a small, lacy red heart inscribed with the words “INSERT COCK(S) BELOW.” He was trying to say something, but my pussy was jammed so hard against his mouth that he was a little hard to understand. He might have been saying, “Five minutes ’til the bell rings,” but then again, it could have been, “I think I’m suffocating.”



I let his prick slide out of my throat and started tugging on it with both hands.



“Plenty of time for me,” I said, “But you might want to hurry up a bit.” Then I re-filled my mouth with his thick love muscle and sucked as hard as I could.



We both came again in less than two minutes.



As we were dressing hurriedly, he suddenly stopped and, out of nowhere, asked, “Go to the Prom with me?”



I was so surprised I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. I said, “The Prom? You mean that big party that all the seniors go to and the girls get all dressed up like teenage hookers and they dance for a little while and then go to someone’s house where the parents get them drunk and let them have an all-night orgy? That Prom?”



“I guess that’s one way to describe it,” he said.



I still wasn’t sure he was serious, but I decided to play along. “How romantic,” I crooned. “I haven’t been asked to a Prom since my senior year of high school, when six guys asked me, and I went with all six of them.”



“I’d really like you to come,” he said. “Vice Principal Harwood, Maggie Dryden and I are the faculty chaperones, and we can bring dates. Harwood is bringing his wife, obviously. I assume Maggie’s bringing Constance. And I’d like you to come with me. I know you think Maggie is a little prunish, but we don’t have to hang out with her.”



” ‘Prudish’, Jumbo,” I said. “I think you meant that Maggie is ‘prudish’. But you know what? At her age and with her wrinkles, maybe ‘prunish’ works, too.”



Lance scowled a little.



“Okay,” I continued. “You’re asking me to the Prom. That is sweet,” I smiled. “I’d love to, of course. But I’ll have to check my calendar to be sure.”



My real issue was that I was fucking “Jellyroll” Harwood a couple of times a week, and I didn’t know if his wife suspected, or whether there might be some risk of confrontation. I’ve had some nasty scenes with some angry wives over the years, and survived them all. But from what I had heard, Camille Harwood was a big, strong, athletic lady, with a very serious attachment to her husband. And I didn’t want this to be the year my luck ran out.



So the next time I found myself pulling my panties back on in the Vice Principal’s office, I told Jelly about Jumbo’s invitation and asked about his wife. He assured me that she didn’t have a clue what he was up to with me, and that, anyway, she had never killed or even seriously maimed another woman. So five minutes later, I accepted Jumbo’s offer.



A few days later, I realized that the Prom might offer a special opportunity to broaden Lance Lightsaber’s world view and to enlarge his repertoire of educational techniques. So I asked Anjellika to stay a little after class.



The truce between me and Anjellika was still pretty tense and somewhat tentative. Anjellica, you see, is Joey Jurgensen’s girlfriend. Joey is the biggest stud in the senior class. Anjellica and I were both fucking Joey several times a week, she much more often than I. While I didn’t particularly mind sharing, she wasn’t thrilled with it. I think she might even be in love with him.



But still, over the course of the school year, Anjellika and I had developed a special relationship, and in a strange way, we saw each other as kindred spirits – two gorgeous sluts with sharp minds and hearts of gold – or something like that. And our relationship had progressed from the spiteful hatred of bitter rivals, to a cautious truce and even to some degree of mutual admiration.



So we hatched our little plot and made our Prom plans that day. But little did I know that Anjellika, that conniving, double-crossing, bitch-after-my-own-heart, also had her own little scheme.



The two of us spent the next week shopping for Prom dresses together. Some girls like to wear long, flowing gowns to the Prom. But not at War Memorial High School, and not Anjellica, and certainly not yours truly. We looked online at websites like trampwear.com and nymphoflirt.net and we went to dozens of stores. By the time we were done, we knew we would have the two most spectacularly sexy outfits of the evening.



My Prom frock was covered in bright, shiny purple sequins from the waist up. It was strapless and sleeveless and cut so low that it showed the tops of my areolae. And there was a heart-shaped cut-out in front which extended from the bottoms of my breasts to 2 inches below my navel.The skirt was multi-layered, puffy, hot pink chiffon, sort of like a tutu, and so short that it didn’t even try to cover the bottom of my ass cheeks. My 7-inch stiletto platform pumps matched the purple of the bodice. And I finished it off with opera gloves which were the same pink as my skirt and seamed, fishnet stockings which stopped a few inches below my hemline.

In fact, my outfit was so slutty, I gave myself a huge pair of horns just getting dressed on Prom night. And my makeup, oh… my… god. When I was done, I stood and admired myself in the mirror for a very long time. I looked like a cross between a movie star and a street-walking nympho ballerina in high heels – very high heels.



And then I started thinking about all those sex-hungry senior guys being driven crazy by all those senior girls in their flirtatious little dresses and vampy makeup. And me, I was going to drive them especially crazy. And then I started thinking about how big and hard all their black cocks would be, and I just kept getting hotter and wetter and hornier until I couldn’t stand it anymore.



Lance and I were supposed to be at the Gold Carpet Hotel, where the school had rented the old-fashioned ballroom for the Prom, by 6:00. It’s only 10 minute from my place to the hotel, so Jumbo had said he’d pick me up at 5:45. But I got myself so worked up that I tried to call him to get him over early so he could fuck me a few times before we had to leave.



I called him at 5:00 and again at 5:10, but I just got his damn answering machine both times. He does have a cell phone, but it’s never turned on – never. I called him again at 5:15 and got the frigging recording again. I should have suspected something was up at that point. Jumbo hates talking on the phone. But I was too hot and bothered to spend much time wondering about it.



Instead, I stretched out on the bed, spread my legs wide, reached into my panties and took matters into my own hands. I was careful about my best panties, though. They were a gift from an ardent, and very wealthy, admirer. They’re made from nearly transparent fabric in the front, but the waist band and thong are real, quite large, high-grade, natural, Tahitian black pearls. I’ve seen similar ones for sale online, and they have always been priced at more than $5,000.



Anyway, I don’t think the masturbation helped much. In fact, I’m pretty sure that it simply made the situation worse. I was giving myself the kind of little orgasms that just whet my appetite and make me all the more desperate for the big, satisfying kind that comes from being well fucked by a real man, and especially by a big, black cock. So I quit after three or four, and went into the living room to spend the next 20 minutes watching the Disney Channel, sitting on my hands, legs crossed, waiting impatiently for Jumbo.



When he finally knocked on my door, I rushed over, jerked it open and grabbed him by the arm.



“Quick, fuck me, and fuck me good,” I demanded.



Me trying to pull Jumbo Lightsaber through a doorway is like that cartoon where Tweety Bird tries to fly away with an elephant, or like Tinkerbell trying to push Captain Hook overboard, or like…Well, you get the idea. It’s a pretty fucking futile exercise.



Jumbo held me at arms length to get a good look at me. His lips pursed into a silent whistle, then screwed up into a painful expression. I looked down and saw a large bulge growing quickly behind his zipper. I reached down to massage it gently. He groaned his appreciation.



“You look like the Goddess of Sex herself – absolutely pejorative.” [I was sure he meant 'provocative', but didn't interrupt him.] And there is nothing I would rather do than drag you down on the living room carpet and stick it in your angina and fuck you…”



“Wait a sec, Jumbo,” I interrupted. “Where, exactly, are you proposing to stick that lovely piece of man-muscle?”



“I’m not p-p-proposing at all,” he answered, obviously taken aback and somewhat panic-striken.



“Yes, Lance, I know and I’m not interested in getting married, either. But I think you want to stick your cock in my ‘vagina’. Va-gina.”



“Yeah exactly,” he continued, obviously relieved. “I may have trouble finding the right words, but what I’d love to do is to fuck your pussy until you’re so full of my hot cum that it begins to drool out of your cunt and mouth and ears and nose and every other damn edifice. [Whatever Jumbo lacks in eloquence he certainly makes up in delicate romantic spirit.]



“But we have to be at the Prom by 6:00 and it’s already 5:50. That damn Anjellika kept me on the phone for a half an hour with a shitload of silly questions – something about an article she is writing for the school newspaper about what it’s like to be a Prom chaperon.



“We just can’t be late for the Prom. Harwood is counting on us. The school’s counting on us. [There's that damn Boy Scout virtue again.] But I promise, after things get started and are going smoothly, we can leave Harwood and Maggie in charge and slip away for a little while. Maybe even rent a room. It is a hotel, after all.”



So there was nothing to be done about it. It was the first time in my life that I had asked a heterosexual man to fuck me and been turned down, but I would have to live with it. If the plan that Anjellika and I had hatched worked, I seriously doubted that Jumbo and I would “slip away” anywhere. And I assumed that Harwood would be pretty much spoken for. So I’d be on my own. It was beginning to look like a very long night.



I wondered briefly why Anjellika had felt it necessary to keep Lance on the phone for so long. But I really had no idea and gave up quickly.



Jellyroll and Camille were already at the Gold Carpet when we arrived, as were Maggie, an elderly spinster who teaches Latin, and her “date” and roommate, Constance, who teaches Human Ecology (which is what we used to call “Home Economics”).



I briefly considered trying to make some excuse to pry Jelly loose for long enough to get his prick shoved into me. You know, some made up, confidential matter of student discipline, or something. But Camille was everything her reputation advertised – real good-looking, fashionably dressed, tall and wiry. And, as soon as she saw me, she grabbed her husband’s arm and plastered herself all over him like Saran Wrap on Aunt Betsy’s best meatloaf. Then she pointed her chin at me, narrowed her eyes and gave me a little smirk that said, “Just try it, white bitch.”



So I had to wait. I stood there within easy reach of Jumbo Lightsaber and Jellyroll Harwood and greeted the seniors as they came in – the girls looking like a troop of tricked-up bimbos, and the guys staring at me, giving me little winks and kissy-face pantomimes. At one point, Jumbo caught me returning Denzel’s smoochy-face and shook his head and scowled at me disapprovingly. But I couldn’t really help myself. I was getting hornier and hornier. My slut sense was going completely bonkers every time a halfway hung hunk walked by. And at least flirting with the studs allowed me to fool myself into thinking that I might get fucked some time soon. The alternative to was simply to start screaming in frustration.



But then Anjellika and Joey arrived. She was wearing the dress we had picked out together. And it was even more devastatingly provocative than I had expected. It was bright red, which perfectly set off her cafe-au-lait complexion and bleached, honey-blond hair. It was every bit as short and low cut as my own. And the tight, lightweight fabric of the bodice allowed her stiff nipples to announce exactly how available she was for whatever kind of sex the boys might have in mind. Plus she had somehow managed to find shoes with heels that were even higher than mine. In fact, she looked like a walking (or more accurately, a strutting) porn site promo.



However, it was Joey, of course, who grabbed my attention and held it like a dog with a bone. My slut sense was screeching and shouting and making my clit shimmy and twitch like a spastic break-dancer. I think I might actually have been drooling. But Anjellika, that scheming floozy, gave me a nudge and a wink to remind me that it was time for our little plot to come to fruition.



So as soon as most of the seniors had arrived, Jelly and Camille and Jumbo and I headed for our seats at the faculty table, which was located at the far end of the large ballroom. But, on the way, I made what I thought would be a quick detour to the Ladies’ Room. At a T intersection in the corridor there was a sign pointing left for the Men’s Room, right for the Ladies’. As I turned right, I heard a jingling sound, accompanied by a familiar growl and groan from the other direction.



I turned slowly and there was Joey, his pants around his ankles, head back and eyes squeezed tightly shut. Anjellika’s fat, bright pink lips were wrapped tightly around his fat, black cock and her heavily-rouged cheeks were hollowed as she sucked hard on it. Joey’s strong hands were under her thick, teased-up hair, gripping the back of head tightly. She was on her knees, her eyes open and staring up at him. The jingling I had heard was her long, heavy, rhinestone-studded, silver chandelier earrings bouncing as she moved her head vigorously up and down on Joey’s huge boner.



When she heard me, Anjellika quickly turned her head in my direction without letting her ebony fuck toy slip out of her gorgeous mouth. Her angry scowl said, ‘What the fuck you doing here, bitch’?



Before I had time to react, Joey’s low groaning became a series of quick, loud grunts. Anjellika turned back toward him, took him even further into her gorgeous mouth and began swallowing as fast as she could. But Joey’s outpouring of hot, sticky semen was too much for even an eager and experienced slut like Anjellika. Before long, she was choking quietly and Joey’s syrupy seed was drooling from her mouth and dangling in long, viscous strings from her chin.



I watched desperately, wanting to rush over and lap up as much of his pungent cum as possible. I would have licked it off Anjellika’s pretty face if she would have let me. But I knew she wouldn’t. And I knew she would bitterly resent the intrusion on her time with Joey.



In any case, I was pretty sure that, if I didn’t leave quickly and quietly, I was risking an all-out bitch battle with one of the toughest bitches at a school known throughout the city for having some of the fiercest floozies this side of the mythical Amazons.



So I slunk silently over to the Ladies’ Room and furiously masturbated one more time, knowing full well it wasn’t really going to help, then found Lance at the faculty table.



The poor, old Gold Carpet had seen better days. Over the years, the neighborhood in which it was located had gone steadily downhill. The expensive, little, high-end specialty shops had become pawn shops, strip joints and porno parlors. But on the plus side, you could get your welfare check cashed on any corner. No, the Gold Carpet is not the Ritz anymore, but it does have a big and formerly splendid ballroom and it was the best the school could do.



The band was already up on the little stage. Apparently they had been instructed to start playing as soon as the faculty sat down, and I guess they were waiting for me. The sexual tension in that room was so electric, you could almost hear it sizzle and pop. The girls were hanging on the boys and the boys were groping the girls and they were all just waiting for the music to have an excuse to press their bodies against each other and take it to the next level.



The band began their first number as I took my seat. They were a versatile, local five-man group, all black of course, and they were actually pretty good. The first tune was a nice, melodic, slow number, so I waited until Anjellika and Joey appeared, and then, as Anjellika and I had planned, I grabbed Jumbo and dragged him out onto the dance floor. He held me close and I could feel his cock quickly stiffen as I rubbed against it with my hips. He groaned and I spread my legs slightly and began to grind my clit against his thigh. I’m sure that every couple on the floor was doing pretty much the same thing.



While Jumbo and I danced and did our best to keep our hands out from under each other’s clothing, I saw Joey and Anjellika get up and begin to sway back and forth and kiss in an obscene ballet of grabbing and caressing, slobbering, snuggling and fondling. That sweet stud was already horny again. It was, I thought jealously, a real testament to Anjellica’s charms.



I ground my clit harder against Jumbo’s leg, looked up at him and offered him my lips. He looked around to see if anyone was watching. He saw the Harwoods smiling at him and, turning back to me, shook his head slightly instead of accepting my offer.



When the song was over, Jumbo acted as though he was ready to sit down, but I begged for one more dance. The next number was another slow one. Joey and Anjellika were still out there, too and, after a minute or so, we found ourselves right next to them. Joey loosened his tight embrace of Anjellika, stopped dancing (if that’s what you can call the almost-fucking in which they had been engaged) and tapped Jumbo on his shoulder.



Jumbo turned around in surprise. “Yes, Joey, what is it?” he asked cautiously.



“This is what you call ‘cutting in’, isn’t it?” he asked. “I’ve never done it before, but I’ve seen ‘em do it in the old movies. I’d like to dance with Ms. Davenport, and that’s how you do it, right?”



“Dance with Ms. Davenport?” Jumbo seemed skeptical, and probably somewhat jealous – good old Jumbo. “She’s a teacher. You can’t do that. Not at the Prom.”



“Why not,” Joey responded.



“Yes, Lance, why not?” I asked.



“Because he’s probably going to try to maul you the way he was just molesting poor Anjellika,” Jumbo shot back, staring at Joey, his initial caution having turned to outright suspicion.



“You mean worse than the way you were mauling me?” I whispered, then added out loud, “Joey’s a gentleman and he’d never embarrass me like that.”



I moved away from Jumbo. Reluctantly, he let go and handed me over to Joey, who smiled and held me politely, making only slight contact. We danced sedately toward the other side of the room, leaving Jumbo and Anjellika staring awkwardly at each other.



Her red dress was so low cut, it seemed to be held up by some sort of feminine magic. But it was her long, shapely legs – nothing short of spectacular in that short dress – that really grabbed the boys’ attention. And Jumbo certainly noticed them, because, although I was the initial inspiration for that big lump in his pants, it wasn’t getting any smaller now that he was alone with Anjellika.



Although I couldn’t hear them, I could see that they were talking. She looked away from Jumbo as if somewhat mortified. But she made sure to thrust those small, pert tits and their big, stiff nipples in his direction.



Anjellika had already told me what she would say: “That was pretty embarrassing. It looks like Joey just dumped me for an AP English teacher. Maybe you could dance with me for a little while, so it looks like maybe it was your idea, not his.” Or something like that.



Sure enough, before Joey and I were twenty feet from them, Jumbo was taking Anjellika politely in his arms and dancing respectfully. He was always a sucker for the “damsel in distress” routine. That’s when I knew that the plan I had made with Anjellika was underway. What I didn’t know was that Anjellika and Joey had also hatched their own double-crossing scheme, which was now in progress as well.



But let me take a minute to tell you about Joey. He was one of the smartest and best students in my class. He was also a football star (the goalie or quarterback or something). But his best sport is basketball, and he had accepted a full athletic scholarship at UVA for the fall. He’d actually been accepted at Princeton, too, but they don’t give athletic scholarships, and UVA was the academically strongest school to offer him a full ride. However, best of all from my point of view, Joey has an enormous slab of black meat between his legs, and he was a tender and compassionate lover – usually. But that day, as you’ll see, not so much.



“You and Anjellika are both looking super-hot tonight,” Joey whispered softly. “You should shop together more often.”



His warm, sweet breath in my ear just stoked the sexual fires which had been smoldering for the last two hours or so.



“I think Anjellika’s going to be busy with Mr. Lightsaber for awhile,” I whispered back. “Maybe you and I could slip away for a few minutes and scratch this little itch I’ve got.” I straddled his right leg with all the subtlety I could muster and began to rub my clit against it. I could feel that he was pretty excited, too. I reached for his zipper, but he grabbed my wrist and prevented me from yanking it down right there on the dance floor.



“Sorry, Ms. Davenport, ma’am,” he grinned. “I promised Anjellica that I’d keep an eye on how things went with her.She wanted me to be available to keep her company in case Coach Lightsaber dumps her after the first dance”



“But we can still have some fun while I keep my promise,” he added.



The faculty table was near the bandstand, and he turned so this back was to both of them and most of the other dancers. I could feel one hand slip under my short skirt, cup my ass cheek and pull me more tightly against his muscular leg. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth eagerly and he thrust his tongue in and began to explore.



Then the strong, thick fingers of his other hand found the pearls of my thong and began rolling one against my hungry anus. Instinctively, my asshole opened and swallowed the smooth pearl and the first two knuckles of his finger. I gasped with pleasure and ground my crotch harder against his thigh as I felt an orgasm begin to build.



“Oh, God, no. Not here. Not like this. Take me someplace and fuck me properly,” I groaned.



My eyes darted quickly around the ballroom. I got a quick peek at Jumbo and Anjellica. I was too excited to pay much attention to them, but I did notice that she had settled comfortably into his arms. And he was holding her tightly, apparently having already surrendered to her considerable sexual witchery.



Joey and I had moved to the back edge of the dance floor, so Harwood and his wife and Maggie and her roommate couldn’t see us, nor could most of the other dancers. But a few students, all black guys, and mostly close friends of Joey, were watching us. That didn’t seem strange at first. I know what a bunch of voyeurs high school boys are. However, they could obviously see exactly what Joey and I were doing, and they were leering, laughing and whispering to each other. Later, I realized that the absence of their dates should have triggered suspicion on my part. But, at that point, I was too befuddled by frustrated lust to think clearly.



“I need you to take me upstairs or outside or into a fucking broom closet and stick your cock up there, not your stupid fingers or a silly, little pearl,” I whined quietly into his ear.



But Joey ignored me as his fingers found another pearl and pushed it into my impatient asshole, along with two of his thick, strong fingers. The thong on which the pearls are strung has some elasticity, and I’ve always trusted Joey. But I still had a brief vision of him stretching the thong to the breaking point and $5,000 worth of Tahitian black pearls bouncing around on the Gold Carpet’s worn dance floor, while some dancers tried to scoop them up, and others slipped on them, taking Chevy Chase pratfalls.



But those fears were quickly washed away by my approaching climax. I groaned again and squeezed my eyes tightly shut, imagining that it was his hard cock crowding its way into my rectum, not a couple of pearls and his sturdy fingers. Meanwhile, Joey was fanning the flame of my passion by whispering really dirty suggestions into my ear.



“You love black cock, don’t you? Yeah, you know you do, you bitch. And the whole school knows it, too. Imagine me and my whole black-ass posse taking turns fucking your tight, bleached-white, little asshole with our bloated, black cocks,” he said as he finger-and-pearl fucked it.

I was nearly swooning with excitement. I wanted to scream, Yes, do it! Stop talking and just do it!



“Remember when four of us stuck you good in the third-floor boys room?” he continued. “Of course you do. It was the best day of your life, wasn’t it? But we could do even better than that. It could be six or seven of us. All with huge, rock-hard, black monster-cocks. Maybe two in your ass at the same time, with more cocks in your sweet, pink pussy and in your greedy, drooling mouth. Imagine us blasting you with loads of our sticky, gooey, hot, black-stud semen. Then imagine us doing it all again.”



I vaguely noticed that several of the friends who had been watching before had now lined up between us and the other couples, completely blocking anyone at the tables or on the rest of the dance floor (but not the band, because they were up a little higher) from any view of Joey and me. Every one of those 18 year-old, black sex maniacs (a/k/a, Joey’s “posse”) was leering at me, with bulging trousers and a big, shit-eating grin on his faces, as if I were the sex-show-du-jour, which apparently I was. And judging from the snake dance going on behind the zippers of the jeans of every member of the band, they were enjoying the view just as much as Joey’s friends.



I just kept rutting on Joey’s thigh, smearing my cunt juice all over his smooth pants. I opened my eyes wide as a moderately intense orgasm hit, then then closed them tight and clenched my teeth to muffle the grunts and gasps as it washed over me, wave after thrilling wave. Not the big one I needed, but still delicious, and providing at least some temporary relief from the frantic sex-frenzy which had gripped me for the last two hours.



I was about to half-sarcastically thank Joey, when I noticed that the music had stopped and his posse had broken formation and were now wandering a little and talking quietly in little clumps, but still watching me closely.



“What’s going on?” I asked suspiciously. “Going on? Going on? Nothing’s going on. We just had a pleasant dance and you came like a crazy, white nympho-whore, all over my leg. That’s all,” he said, through his own shit-eating smirk. “A spectacle like that deserves an appreciative audience, don’t you think.”



But before I could reply, Denzel stepped up and tapped Joey on the shoulder.



“May I have the next dance?” Denzel addressed me with exaggerated refinement. “That is, if your dance card is not already full.”



“I’d rather you take me upstairs and stick your cock into my cunt like a real man,” I answered with a lot less refinement.



“Oh, now, now, patience is a virtue, you know,” Denzel scolded.



“First things, first,” Joey admonished.



“I just need a little courtship, a little romance, before the sex feels right,” Denzel added with feigned tenderness, taking me politely in his arms, as Joey walked away.



“We call this next one ‘Teacher’s Pet’,” the band leader crooned over the music, leering in our direction. “We wrote it in honor of National Pet-a-Teacher Day.”



With the phalanx of Joey’s posse having temporarily scattered, Denzel and I danced in a restrained and almost courtly manner. I could see most of the room. Jumbo was now dancing with Ebonnie, one of the other cheerleaders. She’s tall and slender with large breasts, fine features and a dark, luminous complexion. She was nuzzling him, apparently nibbling at his neck. She had a good grip on his butt with one hand. And she was fairly subtle about it, but I was pretty sure that she had his fly down and her other hand in his pants, yanking away at his big, adorable love-muscle.



Jumbo was evidently enjoying it immensely. But, at the same time, he was obviously distracted by several other senior members of the cheerleading squad, each sexier than a men’s mag fold-out, who were watching them and making suggestive eye contact with him.



At the far end of the room I could see Camille watching Jumbo, then glancing at me, then looking back to Jumbo. She was clearly both confused and excited by what she saw. She grabbed Jelly’s arm and began whispering to him in a very animated way, without looking away from Jumbo. The last thing I saw as Denzel held me tighter and the the posse resumed its position blocking my view of the rest of the room, was Camille staring at me and shoving Jelly toward the door.



My assumption, later confirmed by the Vice Principal, was that Camille found what the seniors were doing with me and Jumbo so arousing that she needed him to take her out to their car to fuck her brains out. And, as Jelly said, “I never argue with a wet pussy, especially when it belongs to Camille.”



Denzel’s politeness didn’t last long after the screen of lustful, black studs was back in place. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a young couple doing the dance they call “the grind”, but before the band got to the refrain of the song Denzel had us doing the grind on steroids. He stood between my legs and slipped both big hands under the back of my skirt, then grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me tightly against his big, firm erection and began to rub it hard against my throbbing clit. I, of course, rubbed back enthusiastically. What else could a girl do under those circumstances?



Then, holding my hips tightly against him with one arm, he used the other hand to pull the bodice of my dress down over my painfully stiff nipples, and then began twirling my left nip while nibbling at the nape of my neck. I moaned as the warmth in my loins spread and nudged my cock-lust up from “urgent” to “desperate”.



I reached for Denzel’s fly, but he grabbed my wrist and spun me around so that he was behind me. He reached around me with both strong, black arms, pinning my arms against my sides. Then he slid both hands under my skirt and into my panties and, with his stiff prick still in his pants, pressed it between the cheeks of my ass and against my sensitive anus.



I gasped in sudden pleasure as the fingers of one of his powerful hands found and began to massage my swollen clit. Meanwhile, the fingers of his other hand searched for the opening of my love tunnel, which wasn’t at all hard to find. At the same time, he continued his “dance”, grinding his mighty rod against my ravenous asshole in time to the music.



“Oh, please fuck me! Please, please, please,” I pleaded. “I need your black cock shoved up my ass,” I begged, leaning forward a little, as if he were about to jam it in. “And then I need another black cock stuffed into my sweet, little, white pussy. And then I need to be fucked by more black cocks after that. I really, really need it! I really do!!” I was getting louder and louder, but so was the band.



Just to be sure no one could hear me, Joey moved over in front of me and pressed his lips against mine in a rough and sloppy kiss. He kept it up for awhile and then put his hand over my mouth until Terrance could take his place and continue the silencing smooch. After him came Reginald and then Jamal.



In the meantime, Denzel had slipped two of his thick fingers into my cunt, and was thrusting them in and out with the rhythm of the song.



“Not… just…two,” I panted between Reginald’s and Jamal’s attacks on my lips, needing something larger in my manhole. “Squeeze in… three.. then.. four… Whole hand… will… fit.”



“Sorry, Miss. Davenport, ma’am,” Denzel whispered in my ear. I couldn’t see him, but I was sure he was grinning sadistically. “That would be too much like really getting fucked. And we’re just not ready to do that for you yet……Miss Davenport, ma’am.” And he kept squeezing, stroking, massaging my throbbing, rock-hard clit.



I tried to scream in frustration, but Reginald and Jamal were there to muffle me, first with their cruel kisses, then by forcing me to lean forward even more and pressing their puffed-up pricks, still hidden in their pants, against my cock-craving mouth.



And that’s what put me over the edge. I was imagining Denzel’s enormous brown bayonet stuck all the way up my ass, while fantasizing about swallowing Reginald’s and Jamal’s giant, dark dicks whole, as I alternated between trying to gnaw my way through their pants and attempting to pull their zippers down with my teeth. It snuck up on me. And suddenly, as the song reached its climax, I reached mine. Again orgasm rolled over me. But again, the black boys’ callous refusal to give me their rigid, ebony hardons ultimately left me bitterly unsatisfied.



I had barely finished cumming when the next song started. This one was a little more up-tempo. Denzel let go of me and Joey’s brainy pal, Cedric, stepped in quickly and wrapped me up in his thick, dark arms.



Through a brief opening in the posse-shield, I caught a glimpse of Jumbo taking a new dance partner, a cute, red-headed, Afro-Asian slut, named Jazz-min. Cedric stepped between my slightly spread legs and pressed his over-sized erection against my sopping panties, grinding in time to the music. Reflexively, I spread my legs further, but moaned, “Oh please! No more dancing! You’ve got to shove that hard, black thing into me. Please. We’ll get a room and all go upstairs and fuck all night!”



But Cedric just grinned, then said, “A room? For what? If I’m not mistaken, Miss Davenport, you’re more of a back alley kind of slut.” And pushing me firmly, but gently backward, he added, “Aren’t you, Miss Davenport?”



I had to admit he had a point. To me, the most romantic places in the world are dirty men’s rooms reeking of stale urine, the back seats of old cars and dark, trash-strewn alleyways.



As Cedric pushed me back, I found myself leaning against another well-muscled male body. He lifted my short, chiffon skirt and, although his large, stiff prick remained in his pants, I could feel it pressed hard between my ass cheeks.



Ever since that first dance with Joey, the guys had been gradually moving me away from the bandstand, toward the far end of the ballroom, where a big set of doors, currently closed, led to the hotel lobby.



Cedric crowded forward. I stumbled back and I felt the fellow behind me hit the wall next to one of the doors. I found myself delightfully crushed between the two big, strong, randy males with their rock hard slut-pleasers. They pressed hard, rubbing their erect monsters against my cunt and asshole, keeping rhythm with the band. But I still wasn’t getting fucked. I spread my legs further, hoping it might inspire them to actually stick something into me. But no, they just kept grinding.



Over Cedric’s shoulder, I could see the band leader leering at me. In fact, all five of the band members continued to watch us intently, their tight pants still sporting conspicuous bulges.



From the height and bulk of the guy behind me, I figured it was probably Joey’s slightly dim friend, Robert, a gentle, coal-black giant, who at 6’4″ and 250 pounds was a stalwart of the football team.



“Robert? Robert? Is that you? You’re a good kid, I know. You’ll put me out of misery, right? Just take that big, hard cock out of your pants and stick it up my ass. It’s not difficult. You’ve done it before. Your wonderful cock is so long, so thick, so shiny black, so gorgeous. I love your cock, I really do. Stick it all the way up, until you can’t push it in any further. I know you want to. And you’ll do it for me, won’t you?”



“Yes, Ms. Davenport, ma’am,” came back Robert’s deep voice. “You know there’s nothing I like better than fucking you up your ass. I’ll do it for you….when it’s time. Right now, I’m kind of enjoying making you squirm, so you feel sort of like the way I feel before an English test, you know what I mean?”



“JEEEEZ-USSSS,” I wailed in frustration. “What’s the matter with you perverted bastards? Just fuck me. Right here. Right now. All of you. Right out on the dance floor in front of everyone. Every hole I’ve got. I don’t care anymore. Let everyone see what a slut I am. They all know already. Pleeeeeze! Pleeeeeze!!! I’m a teacher and I order you to fuck me. If you don’t…..”



Cedric, interrupted me, “I’ve read the War Memorial High School Code of Conduct and Student Handbook from cover to cover, all 178 pages, and I don’t think you can order us to fuck you. What are you going to do if we refuse? Send us to detention?”



“And I don’ think you can discipline us for this, either,” he added, nodding to Robert, “because I’m afraid you’re getting a little too loud.” I felt Robert’s gigantic hand slide carefully across my mouth to keep me quiet.



“After all,” Cedric continued, “given your repeated use of profanities and the volume at which you have insisted on expressing your opinions, we’re merely implementing the requirement to ‘maintain the civility and decorum necessary to pursue the academic and social goals of War Memorial High School at all times and all school functions’ as set out at Section III, Chapter….”



“Oh, shut the fuck up,” growled Robert.



“Okay,” Cedric responded, but then kept on anyway. “We’re not going to fuck you quite yet, But we can do this for you.” And he stopped rubbing and started thrusting, pounding on my cunt and grunting as if he were really fucking me. Robert giggled a little and began to do the same from behind.



That was too much and I sort of snapped. I began struggling, trying to get loose. I don’t know what I thought I was going to do if I did get loose – yank all their pants off and impale myself on their hidden cocks, I suppose.



Of course, I had zero chance of escaping from Cedric and Robert, but Joey must have become concerned that the little tussle might attract attention to this end of the room. I saw him nod his head to a little alcove to my right, and my dance partners dragged me over there, where we would be completely out of view from the bandstand end.



The alcove looked like it had been a place for waiters to set up in the days when the ballroom sometimes doubled as a banquet hall. It was about 8 feet square. One side was open to the ballroom and there were doors on two of the other sides. One door probably led to the kitchen. The other had a bright red “EXIT” sign above it.



At the time, It was hard to know for sure how many of those fine, young men were packed into that little alcove with me because my head was swimming with lust. But looking back, I’m pretty sure I remember Joey, Denzel, Jamal, Cedric, Robert, Reginald and Terrance all being there – a total of seven, or put another way, approximately 1,500 pounds of good-looking boy beef and, more importantly, almost exactly seven and a half feet of stiff, black love muscle.



As soon as we were in the alcove, I saw Jumbo walk quickly past, Anjellika, Ebonnie and another dazzling slut, named Asia, hanging on his arms. Several other senior cheerleaders, including Jazz-min, were packed tightly around them.



I made a token effort to pull the top of my dress back up to cover my tits.



The girls I recognized as they passed were all the dates of guys who were ganging up on me. So I have to assume that Jumbo had seven little girlfriends, too. They were headed toward the hotel’s elevators. The plan that Anjellica and I had hatched involved reserving a room at the hotel, and I had no doubt that is where the group was heading.



Anjellika gave me a big grin which seemed to say, I’m enjoying the hell out of our plot. I hope you’re enjoying mine.



Jumbo also flashed me a quick, broad grin, and his seemed to say, Okay, I give up. You were right. Then he shouted over the music, “It’s a Revlonation!”



I was too distracted to give it much thought. I assumed, at the time, that he meant it was a “revelation’.” But later I wondered if he might have been commenting on the amount of slutty makeup worn by his crew of little playmates. When I asked him about it the next day, he said he was so delirious with lust at the time that he didn’t even remember what he said, and certainly not what he meant.



As soon as Jumbo and his entourage of slutty little cheerleader-tramps had passed, Cedric pushed me back against one of the walls. The bodice of my skimpy dress had long since slid down over my pink nipples, which were as big and hard as .22 caliber bullets. The seven guys formed a tight semi-circle around me. Robert removed his hand from my mouth and Denzel began to smother it with wet, messy, tongue-lashing kisses. I kissed back eagerly and reached for his zipper, hoping that they had pulled me into the alcove to finally fuck me.



Joey grabbed the waist band of my panties, and said quietly, “I’d better take charge of these.”



I stepped out of the pearl panties impatiently and Joey placed them carefully in his pocket.



I thought, When a real gentleman fucks a lady, he takes good care of her pearl panties, and I also thought, YES, at last. They are going to fuck me.



I may have been right about the former, but I was so very wrong about the latter.



They proceeded to pass me around the semi-circle, each in turn pressing his mouth against mine with obscene abandon, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth to wrestle with my tongue while grabbing, carressing and poking all my most private parts. Then that guy would turn me or swing me or spin me like a ballerina over to the next eager stud. And every few seconds, I would find myself smooching a different set of lips, experiencing a new nipple-sucking technique and being caressed and probed and stabbed in different places by new fingers.



After a couple of times round, the semi-circle collapsed and they swarmed tightly around me. Jamal was sucking and nibbling on one of my stiff nipples. It was already so swollen it felt like it might burst, and his attentions only made it harder and bigger. Joey took the other nipple. Reginald slid his hand between my legs, firmly grasped my bloated clit and started twirling it gently with his sturdy fingers. I let out a muffled whoop of sudden pleasure.



Meanwhile, Terrance reached behind me and poked two burly fingers past my tight, sensitive sphincter and into my rectum. And Robert squeezed his hand past Reginald’s and forced a couple of his huge fingers into my slippery, cock-starved pussy. Cedric was nuzzling the nape of my neck and running his hands all over any part of my body he could reach around the others.



I was completely surrounded by manly, hard, black flesh. It pressed against me from all sides, rubbing me, kissing me, fondling me. I no longer had any idea whose fingers were in my asshole or whose lips were teasing my earlobes.



Those heartless, black bastards then proceeded to give me three or four more fast orgasms. I was too angry and too frustrated to count. I demanded that they stop screwing around and start screwing me properly by sticking their big, black cocks into me.



“It’s not fair,” I whimpered. “I’m entitled to be fucked honestly, fucked the right way, fucked like a real man fucks a woman, without being subjected to this touchy, smoochy, lesbian finger-fucking crap.”



“You don’t got no bitch rights tonight, bitch,” Robert answered sternly. ‘It’s Prom night. Only seniors got rights. Only us. And we’ll fuck you when we’re good and ready to fuck you. And until then, you’re just gonna hafta suffer! Got it, bitch?”



Now I’m not generally the submissive type. I like to be in charge in my classroom. And I like to be in charge in the bedroom, the ballroom, the locker room, the men’s room, the back seat of a car or wherever else the opportunity for sex presents itself. But on this particular night, in this particular place, placing myself in the hands of this particular gang of seven young, strong, handsome black men and submitting to their every smutty, sexual whim or impulse seemed so natural, so exciting so incandescently sensual, that I couldn’t resist.



I closed my eyes while they continued to crowd in upon me, smothering me with erotic pleasure and threatening to crush me like a fragile flower pressed between the pages of a hefty, black book. I pictured the macho horde of African studs as 14 disembodied hands, pawing and molesting me with 140 disembodied fingers violating all my most precious, intimate places. I imagined 7 thick sets of lips caressing every sensitive spot on my body and 7 wet, pink tongues licking all the places that needed to be licked. I drifted into an imaginary place place which was half heaven, half hell – half excitement and arousal beyond anything I had ever experienced, and half frustration and torment that was equally extreme.

I quickly had another two unsatisfying orgasms and was about to cum again when I heard Joey say quietly, “It’s time.”



He must have realized that over-stimulation had me on the verge of going delusional, because he cut the sweet torture short and gestured toward the door with the “EXIT” sign. Robert threw me over his shoulder and carried me through the door and out into the dark, squalid alley on the other side.



The night air brought me back to reality. And what a filthy, fetid reality it was. The alleyway was about twenty-five feet long by fifteen feet across, just big enough for a truck to squeeze past the banks of dented, rusty garbage cans lining each side of the alley and get to the tired, old dumpster at the end.



Several of the garbage cans had been knocked over and their contents strewn across the small space, and four or five large, fat rats who had been feasting on it scattered when we burst through the door. The dumpster, too, was overflowing with putrid garbage from the hotel’s kitchen. A mangy three-legged dog was carefully nibbling at it. Occasionally, he would disturb one or two of the biggest, fattest cockroaches I had ever seen, who would attempt to quickly skitter off. But the skinny, little mutt would nimbly and eagerly snap them up, as if they were rare and delectable gourmet treasures.



The only thing I saw, however, was a queen-size mattress lying in the middle of the alley. It was pretty grubby and badly ripped up, but still marginally cleaner than the grimy, slimy pavement.



Thank you, Anjellika,I thought.



I was still slung over Robert’s shoulder and the guys were talking about taking turns and arguing about how to decide who would will fuck me first.



“We could draw straws,” Jamal offered.



“If we had straws,” Cedric pointed out.



“We could throw dice for her,” Robert suggested.



“If we had dice,” Cedric responded wearily. “I think it should be alphabetical, by first name.”



“Nice try, but….” Joey began.



“No turns!! No more waiting!!” I screeched, kicking my feet and waving my arms like a two year-old throwing a tantrum. “You made me wait all night. I need all of your black pricks right now. I need you all at the same time!!!”



Robert dumped me unceremoniously onto the mattress, and I quickly rolled over onto my knees, face down, ass up.



The little dog glanced at me quizzically and sniffed, apparently attracted by my pose, but not sufficiently to interrupt his dinner.



Of course I knew that all seven of those black Romeos couldn’t really fuck me simultaneously. But, at that point, I was not exactly rational. In fact, I was about to be gang-fucked in one of the city’s darkest, dirtiest, nastiest alleyways by seven of of the city’s biggest, blackest most virile cocks, and I was frustrated, angry and ecstatic, all at the same time. The only thoughts running through my head were Finally and It’s about time.



“JOOE-EEEEEY,” I wailed.



Joey undid his belt and let his pants slide down around his ankles, then knelt behind me. He flipped up my tiny, frilly skirt, slid the head of his wonderful, beautiful, colossal, ebony erection between my pussy lips for lubrication and then placed it against my tiny, tight sphincter. As soon as I felt him in position, I pushed backwards – hard, forcing him in about halfway.



“AAAAAaaaaaaa,” I screamed in intense pleasure.



I then relaxed my right arm and leg and pushed forcefully up with my left. Sensing what I wanted, Joey held me tightly around the waist and rolled to his right, flopping over on his back and pulling me with him, my long hair whipping his face. Now I was facing up, my legs spread widely, my spike heels digging deeply into the mattress. The force of our landing drove his long, thick cock the rest of the way up my ass, as far as it could go and maybe a little further.



“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,” I screamed louder in even more intense pleasure.



The swollen lips of my sweet, dripping pussy were opening and closing like the mouth of an ever-hungry baby bird, begging for food from its parents. My clit was buzzing and pulsing in time with my heartbeat.



“Try to keep her quiet, will you please,” I heard Joey grunt.



“Rober….,” I began, but was cut off when Terrance shoved his silencing cock into my open mouth.



Robert had dropped his trousers, too. He looked at me inquiringly, as if he had no idea what I wanted. I pointed at his huge, stiff cock. Then I pointed at my empty but eager cunt. Then I pointed at his cock again. (I told you he was a little dim.) Cedric, who didn’t need to be invited, had started toward me, but Robert shoved him out of the way and knelt between my legs. I sat up a little, supporting myself with my left arm and grabbed Robert’s shirt with my other hand, yanking him toward me with a desperate strength that took him by surprise. He lurched forward and the enormous head of his bloated hard-on embedded itself part way into my wet pussy.



If it hadn’t been for Terrance, they probably would have heard me in Maryland. Joey began thrusting with gentle strokes in my ass, and I leaned back, seized Robert’s butt cheeks with both hands and pulled as hard as I could. Gradually, his big cock sunk deeper and deeper into my snatch until it was completely buried. Then he too began thrusting with gentle strokes.



Quickly, I began lunged roughly up onto Robert’s cock, then down onto Joey’s. My vigor immediately convinced my lovers that gentleness was not what I needed at that point and they started ramming me more rapidly and forcefully. Within seconds, the climax I had been waiting hours for was building and then, suddenly, it burst.



In fact, it exploded – went off like a fucking A-bomb. I felt like I was blown apart, like my head, hands and feet flew off in all different directions. I was sure that steam must be coming out of my ears and that my eyes were spinning wildly in their sockets. I heard whistles screeching, bells tolling and gongs bonging as if I had won a Las Vegas super slot machine mega jackpot once-in-a-lifetime payoff.



“UUUMMMMPHPHPHPH, I grunted loudly around Terrance’s thick meat. “UMPH, UMPH, UMPH, UuUuUuUMMMMMPHPHPHPHPH.”



My sharp fingernails dug into Robert’s butt. My head thrashed back and forth, jerking Terrance’s cock around like a bone in the mouth of a rabid dog. My spike heels dug deeply into the mattress, shredding the cover. It was the biggest, sluttiest, most intense, longest-lasting orgasm I had ever had.



Joey, Robert and Terrance had been stiff for at least a half hour by that time, and my frenzy was too exciting for them to hold off any longer either.



Just as my climax finally began to fade, Terrance began pumping his love juice down my throat so fast and furious I couldn’t swallow it quickly enough. I began to gag and cough and his cum erupted from the corners of my mouth and drooled from my chin. Meanwhile, I could feel Joey’s and Robert’s cocks simultaneously start to jerk and pulse as they shot their heavy wads of semen deep inside of me. The three of them growled triumphantly in a deep-throated trio of gratification.



In fact, those three big, strong, black studs blew their loads so passionately and powerfully that it actually set me off again. And before that first nuclear detonation had completely faded, I went off again, even more forcefully this time, like a damn 100 megaton H-bomb. It was so powerful that I almost lost consciousness.



When that second orgasm was over at last, I felt completely wiped out, totally spent. But when I looked up and saw that the four other members of our little social group had all dropped their pants and that there were four more huge and rigid black hard-ons waiting their turn, my torpor quickly lifted and my clit began to tingle again. And when the vocalist from the band walked out and began to take his tight trousers off, my voracious sexual need returned like it had never been away.



Robert was lying on top of me, nearly passed out, 250 pounds of semi-comatose dead weight. I tried giving him a little push.



“Robert, honey, time to get up. Someone else’s turn now,” I whispered sweetly. But he didn’t respond.



“C’mon, broface. Give another brother a chance,” Denzel whined grabbing Robert’s shoulders and pulling as hard as he could.



I helped him, pushing up against Robert’s solid chest. He seemed to rouse a little and rolled off me, his still-hard dick coming out of my tight cunt with an audible “POP”, like a cork being pulled out of a bottle of Champagne. His thick splooge came gushing out and soaked the mattress.



As soon as Robert was off, I began to sit up and Joey helped me with a little shove. His cock exited my asshole with a similar noise and a spray of semen, and I ended up on my knees, facing a feast most sluts can only dream about – five hard, dark meat-monsters swaying at anywhere between eye and mouth levels.



The band leader’s love muscle was particularly impressive. It stood straight up, like an obscene flagpole. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.



He looked around the alley. “Wow, this is even better than that website, he said. “What’s it called ‘Blacks on Bombs’, right? “



“Something like that, answered Joey. “And the other name for it is ‘Dog Shit’ or something, isn’t it?”



“What’s his name, Sweetie-Pie?” I asked the band leader, finally tearing my gaze away from his manhood and looking up into his brown eyes.



“Same as mine,” he answered. “It’s Lover Boy.”



“Your name is Lover Boy?” I purred happily.



“My stage name, the name of my band and what the girls all call me, and also the name of my big, black friend here,” he answered proudly.



“Well, bring that lover boy to Momma, ” I said, opening my mouth and extending my tongue in welcome.



He took a step toward me and I impatiently lunged for him, grabbing his cock firmly and licking it slowly from base to tip. He took it in his hand to lower its head to the level of my mouth. But it was too stiff to bend down that far, so he had lean forward. As he slid its length into my greedy mouth, I reached for Denzel and Cedric.



I naturally have a large and accommodating throat. But cocks like Joey’s and Lover Boy’s are right at the limit of what I can swallow. Gradually, the gigantic hard-on disappeared completely into my mouth. It must have looked like I was swallowing a tree branch. The other guys groaned as the slutty sight made their cocks even harder, so hard they ached and throbbed. So hard I could see their cocks bounce and twitch in time with their heart beats.



I reached for Denzel and Cedric and stroked their steel-stiff sex swords. I repeated my trick of making Lover Boy disappear between my fat, glossy lips. Reginald and Jamal crowded in, shoving their swollen shafts into my face, wanting their share of what Lover Boy was getting.



The situation was now reversed. The four members of the posse who were crowding around me had been rigid for at least a half an hour. They were desperate to cum, but it was my turn to tease a little and make them suffer.



I let Lover Boy’s big, black babe-basher slide slowly out of my mouth. “Lover Boy,” I cooed. “Why don’t you go ’round the back and see if there’s another way in?”



I dropped to all fours and he moved around behind me and eagerly spread my ass cheeks, then suddenly froze.



You see, I recently added a second tattoo – an anal tattoo – literally. I had “BBC ONLY” tattooed in fancy script right on my sphincter. It hurt even more than I was afraid it would, but I got good and drunk first and kept it short and the letters small and it was over pretty quickly. I had the tattoo guy do it nice and dark, with plenty of ink, so that when it was all stretched out around some gigantic piece of man meat, it would still be clear and legible.



For those of you who may not know, “BBC” stands for “Big Black Cock”. Of course, the tattoo isn’t quite accurate. Any guy I’m going to fuck, regardless of his color, can stick it up my ass if he wants, unless I happen to really want it in some other hole at that particular time. But I figured Joey and the rest of my black boy friends would appreciate the sentiment and find it exciting. I was right, of course. And I also figured that it would make my white lovers feel special when I let them fuck my asshole, or even better, begged them to do it. And I was right about that, too.



“That’s the sluttiest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Lover Boy hissed in a love-struck whisper. “If I go in there, I’ll never want to leave.



He knelt down and pressed the head of his cock against my tender ass-hole.



“Aaaaaaah,” I sighed. “I think you found the highway to heaven.”



He wrapped one arm around my waist and slid his hand under my lacy skirt and between my legs to grab my hard, fat love button, while he used his other hand to tease my puffy nipples. And as I swallowed Jamal’s huge cock, Lover Boy’s slipped slowly all the way up my ass.



For the next several minutes, Lover Boy pounded on the back door, while Cedric, Jamal, Denzel and Reginald all assaulted my mouth. They weren’t very good at taking turns, so sometimes two or three of them would try to get in at the same time. I, for my part, was certainly willing to try, but the best I could do was to sort of get my lips around two of their hefty heads at once. But couldn’t actually get both bulky broncos into my mouth.



I finally managed to get one of them alone in my mouth – it happened to be Jamal – and gulped him down greedily. I let him stay deep in my throat, sliding him in and out a little, and moving my head in small circles, as long as my breath lasted. He squeezed his eyes shut, moaned loudly and grabbed at the sides of my head with his big, powerful hands, as if clinging to something that would save his life.



Of course, I only had two hands and one mouth, which meant that it was all a little complicated. I looked so filthy and smutty inhaling Jamal’s thick cock that the sight drove the Reginald, Cedric and Denzel wild. I was at least able to stroke two of the impatient studs (not that they were happy about having to wait for my mouth), but poor Denzel was left holding his own dong, and he was pissed about it.



All three of them were vehemently demanding their turns in my windpipe and crowding in around me, pressing their aching, eager love clubs against my face, my forehead, my hair, urgently trying to find a way into my mouth.



Somehow, when I came up for air and let Jamal slip out from between my lips, I managed to get Reginald in, all by himself and gave him the same treatment, then Cedric and finally Denzel. Then I went back to Jamal to repeat the process.



All of this inevitably led to a certain amount of barely controlled hostility, and even a little pushing and shoving. But having four brawny, handsome, very hung guys all fighting to get their cocks into my mouth at the same time was incredibly exciting and, with Lover Boy doing his expert best, I came about three more times.



But before long, the four rivals for my oral favors got so testy, I began to be afraid that they might come to blows.



Jamal, for some reason, seemed to feel particularly neglected. At one point when Denzel’s fat cock was completely hidden in my oral embrace, Jamal angrily complained, “C’mon bro. You’re hogging the slut. Give a nigga a chance.” And he began impatiently pulling on Denzel’s arm.



“Hey, asshole,” Cedric responded, spinning Jamal around. “You don’t need to use that slave language. Words like ‘nigger’ were invented by small-minded white folks to insult us and keep us in our place. You can’t make the insult go away by adopting the word and acting as if you invented it. It’s like gay people calling themselves ‘queer”. It doesn’t work. You’re from Africa. You’re an Afro-American. Be proud of it. Call yourself by your right name.”



“Okay, you’re probably right,” Denzel admitted. “But right now, all I want to do is fuck this ho, so leave me be, ….brother,” he said, spitting out the word “brother” sarcastically.



“Maybe Cedric’s right,” Robert, who was now completely revived, mumbled, “but I still think dose queers are a bunch of damn faggots.”



I had my own solution to the growing hostility.



“Come on guys,” I urged, “Spray me with your hot cum. Do it now. Shoot it all over my face, my tits, in my hair and my eyes. Cover me with it. I want to drown in it.”



It was true. I really did want to see and feel them spurting their gallons of lust for me. I wanted their four swollen soldiers to shoot a staccato salute to my seductive powers, soaking me with their scalding slugs, while the misses and ricochets speckled the grimy walls of this sleazy alley with their undying love. I longed to be drowned in their guy-goo and blinded by their steaming splooge. And I needed, really needed, to feel their torrid tribute to my irresistible allure splash across my face, drool down over my heavily-rouged cheeks and drip in sticky strings from my chin.



And they were all lined up, their big privates at stiff attention, ready to do it.



Until Joey stuck his nose into it.



The big jerk.



“No, no, no. Hold on,” he said. “We don’t want her to get all messed up. Not yet anyway. If you guys come all over her, her makeup’s going to run. Her hair’s going to get all wet and stringy and she’s going to look just awful. We’ve got a lot more fucking to do. At the very least there are four more guys in the band. We need her looking good. So a couple of you cum in her mouth. One at a time, but quickly. Then the other two give her a good fucking. Take turns. Like the gentlemen and scholars I know you are. And try not to get it all over her face…yet.”



Now that was a pretty arbitrary resolution to the problem. But the important thing was that it was Joey’s arbitrary resolution, so the guys would all accept it. And I hate to admit, but it actually worked out pretty well.



I took Reginald first, then Denzel. Each erupted powerfully in my mouth, gushing their sticky seed while Lover Boy did his anal magic, and I climaxed and sucked and gulped the cum as quickly as I could. A lot of it did squirt out around the edges of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. But when I was done, I still looked gorgeous. Just like always.



Lover Boy came, too, and when he pulled out, his slimy semen cascaded out of my anus and ran down the backs of my thighs. Joey tossed me a towel he produced from somewhere. Lover Boy gave me a polite little bow, pulled his pants up and said, “Time to get back to the band before the audience gets tired of instrumentals.”



I quickly used the towel to clean up and rolling onto my left side, grabbed Cedric’s big stiffie firmly and pulled him down in front of me.



“My pussy is getting lonely,” I whined and slung my right leg over his hips, attacking his mouth with my lips and tongue. Now Cedric is a smart guy and an avid reader, so I’m pretty sure he saw my little pubic tattoo and figured out what I wanted from him. He pressed the head of his boner against my sopping-wet cunt and pushed.



“OOOOOooooooOOOOO,” I moaned as Cedric’s enormous ebony schlong did a slow disappearing act in my hot hole. “OH, OH, OH, OOOOOOOOH.”



When I threw my leg over Cedric, it exposed my asshole to Jamal, and I was hoping to inspire him to fill that little opening. But instead, perhaps still concerned about my uninhibited vocalizations, he put his colossal cock, or at least as much of it as would fit, back into my mouth.



I took hold of his black boner, pulled it out briefly and tried to tell him what I really wanted. “DP mumph,” I said before he shoved it back in.



I tried again, “DP me,” got out before he silenced me again.



Meanwhile, Cedric had settled into a good rhythm with long strokes, each one ending in grinding contact between his pubic hair and my tingling, little love knob.



My next try sounded like, “DP….. aaahhh….. aaahhh…. AAAAHHH…. OOO… OOO… UNGH… UNGH…. UNGH,” as another orgasm swept over me.

By now, the drummer had shown up. “I have to make this quick,” he said. “Lover Boy pretty much sucks on the drums.”



“Take over here,” Jamal instructed him, “and keep her quiet.”



Within seconds, a dark, shiny whopper sprung from the fly of his pants and he was kneeling down to find my mouth. “Oh, by the way, my name’s Asaad,” he said with a smile.



“Nice to mmmmmpphhhh,” I replied.



Jamal waited until my mouth was full of Asaad and then quickly slid his hefty sex spear into my ass, all the way to the hilt, all at once. If it weren’t for Asaad, I’m sure my scream of pleasure would have broken windows for three blocks in all directions. I immediately had another big orgasm.



I was beginning to find lying on my side to be sort of clumsy, so I wrapped my arms around Cedric and rolled over on top of Jamal, pulling Cedric with me. Asaad came along too, of course. I spread my legs widely, my spike heels ripping long holes in the old mattress.



That’s when that mischievous look came over Cedric’s face. I had seen it sometimes in class, and it was never good news.



He abruptly pulled his cock out of my hungry pussy. I couldn’t say anything of course, but I gave him a look like What the hell are you up to?



I didn’t have to wonder for long. He held his big black bayonet tightly and pressed it against my sphincter, as if he thought he could fit it into my asshole, right next to Jamal’s.



I had, in fact, done that before. I had taken two cocks up my ass simultaneously, and thoroughly enjoyed it. But never two cocks the girth and length of Cedric’s and Jamal’s.



I turned suddenly away from Asaad, freeing my mouth briefly and said incredulously, “I can’t take you both up there! What the hell kind of slut do you think I am anyway?” I would have gone on, but Asaad was back on duty and shut me up again.



“I think,” Cedric answered quietly, “that you are the exactly the kind of slut who not only can take us both up your bung hole, but will enjoy it more than anything else we have done so far. Besides, you were begging us to DP you. This is just a different kind of DP. And, you know what? Once we have you a little stretched out by two pricks, maybe we’ll try three.”



At that, my eyes opened wide in surprise. He might be right about two big cocks, but three? I’d be ripped apart.



“Nah, probably not,” Cedric drawled, as if changing his mind. “Maybe three little white cocks, but not three of us. Too dangerous.”



As he spoke, the hard, fat head of his raven rod began to slide gradually through the tight opening. I was about to let two black 18-year olds stick their unbelievably enormous cocks up my ass simultaneously in a garbage-strewn back alley. The stretching, the sluttiness, the sheer, raunchy, immensely thrilling filthiness of what I was allowing them to do to me was so electrifying that I knew I was headed for my biggest climax yet.



I was sucking on Asaad so hard that he had his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched, trying valiantly not to cum yet.



“Damn, damn” he said loudly. “Damn!” he repeated, even louder, “I can’t even open my eyes and look at you. You’re too sexy, I’d cum right away. Damn, damn, damn!”



It took a little while, and I enjoyed every second of it, but eventually Cedric worked his way completely up my rear entrance. His pubic hair was again pressed roughly against my clit. Jamal was sliding in and out with long, slow piston-strokes while Cedric’s motions were smaller and quicker, designed to maintain contact with my rigid, pink cum-button, and to maximize my excitement.



Well, let me tell you how well that worked. I fucking blew up, detonated, erupted like Mt. Krakatoa, spraying lava-hot cum in all directions. MY legs flew up in the air and waved convulsively while my sharp fingernails gouged Cedric’s well-muscled back. Asaad pumped his steaming sperm soup down my throat. I couldn’t keep up with the torrent he produced and began to choke and sputter, but that only made me feel more dirty and debauched and redoubled the strength of my climax. Cedric and Jamal unloaded so far up my ass that I was shitting cum for the next three days.



Asaad gave me a sweet little kiss on my forehead, zipped up his fly and hurried back inside.



From there, I was so giddy, so constantly aroused, that it felt like I was wired into an electric circuit. My brain could have been giving off sparks for all I know. And I lost track a little, and don’t remember a lot of the details.



Joey, Denzel, Robert, Terrance, Reginald, Cedric and Jamal all wanted seconds of course, and the rest of the guys from the band came out one at a time – the lead guitar, the bass and the keyboard player. I’m pretty sure they all told me their names, but I wasn’t really much interested in that. One of them might have been called Denton, but I’m not certain.



I just jumped from one hard, black slab of monster meat to another. Often enough, I didn’t even know who was at the other end of the sex stick that was prodding me to paradise. And I didn’t care.



They fucked me in just about every possible way and every possible combination. I do remember hoping that they would find a way to stick two cocks in my pussy and two in my ass at the same time, but I could never figure out the geometry to make that work and I guess they couldn’t either.



I also remember Joey fucking my cunt while one of the band guys fucked my ass and the two of them had a “rap battle”. The rest of the guys were circled around, clapping time and hooting and cheering at the most insulting or ribald rhymes.



I remember one of Joey’s. He looked over my shoulder at the band guy, gave me good thrust and chanted: “This ho’ so goddamn hot, she fuck the whole damn hood. But little cock like yours, don’t do ‘er no damn good”



The band guy got really far up my ass, and I squirmed in pleasure. I was so enraptured, I think my eyes must have rolled back into my head.



Then he replied: “Look how much she loves my cock. I make her beg for more. If I fucked her three times, she’d still scream out for four.”



“Not bad,” said Joey, “but try this one”, as he shifted to the traditional “so ugly” theme: “Your mother’s so fuckin’ ugly, she scares the dogs away. And they run a whole lot further from your father’s cheap toupee.”



That one drew mostly groans and cat-calls from the audience.



After that, I missed several because I was cumming again. And the guys were too busy with the rap battle to worry about keeping me quiet, so I was howling my fucking head off. “AAAAAAAHHH….. OH… OH… OH… OH… UUUUUNGH……. FUUUUUUUUUCK……. UUUUUNGH….. FUUUUUUUUCK”, punctuated by high-pitched shrieks, “EEEEEEEEEEYY.. OOOOOOOWWWWW”, and stuff like that, until Joey finally put his hand over my mouth.



When I was done shrieking and moaning, snarling and cumming, they were still rapping. And it was the band guy’s turn: “Your sister’s so fuckin’ ugly, she’ll always be unwed. And I’d rather have her mug me, that let her in my bed.”



Joey decided to return to the always popular (but not particularly credible) small penis motif: “Your cock is so damn tiny, you might as well be white, It’s not half the size she needs to feed her appetite”



And I’m pretty sure there were a lot more, but like I said, I was too blissed out to remember any of the others.



But I do remember when the cops arrived.



The cruiser slid quickly and silently across the end of the alley, blue lights flashing, but no siren. Whoever was fucking me at that point (I think it was probably Reginald, Jamal and the bass player from the band.) stopped momentarily, but made no move to withdraw. None of the other guys made any attempt to run away or hide.



I realized immediately that someone in the neighborhood must have heard and reported my protracted shrieking during the rap battle. I remember thinking that these cops had shown up so quickly you would have thought that I was a couple dozen honey-glazed, or maybe a box of jelly-filled.



Two tall, black, handsome officers exited the squad car and strolled down the alley toward us in their best Clint Eastwood saunter, using their heavy cop flashlights to inspect us and everything else in the alley. As they approached, Reginald, Jamal and the bass player (or whoever) resumed what they been doing before the cops arrived.



Joey stood straight and took a couple of steps toward the cops with his right hand extended.



“Good evening, officers,” Joey began.



They brushed right by him, grim expressions on their square-jawed faces.



They stopped a few feet short of where I was being chaperoned to seventh heaven by three stiff, black Cyclops-class cocks.



“What’s going on, here,” asked the taller and better-looking officer.



I let the cock slip out of my mouth and began stroking it.



“These dear black …. UUUUNNNGGHHH…scholars are celebrating – OH DEAR GODDDDD -their prom with a friendly, little… OOOoooOOOO…. student-teacher gang bang…….YESSSSS… ” I answered.



“But I think they might benefit ……HuuuuuH…. HuuuH…. HuuuH… from a little help and guidance from experienced and responsible …AH …AH …AH …AH ….members of the law enforcement community. I know I would.”



They stood with their legs spread and hands on their hips. “Was any force or coercion used here, ma’am?” asked the other officer grimly.



“I have to admit, Uh, Uh, UH-fficer,” I grunted as my lovers continued to pound away just as if there were nothing happening. “I may have used a little. I mean, I had to practically twist these fools’ arms to get them to fuck me,”



I grabbed for the tall one’s pant leg and yanked hard, in a desperate attempt to pull his pants right off.



I’m afraid your story lacks credibility, ma’am,” the less-tall one deadpanned. “It’s hard to imagine you’d ever need to twist any black man’s arm to have sexual relations with you, least of all these randy bucks here. Fools they may be, but every black baby boy knows what a lovely, wet, white pussy is for.”



A visible rippling in the crotch area of his tight trousers gave away a large, growing and very promising tumescence. His partner displayed the same symptoms. And I have always been a sucker for a big dick in uniform, particularly when it’s a big, black dick. And particularly when there are two of them.



“You’re … soooOOOOoooooOOO …sweet, I warbled, “and you and your partner can have a turn as soon as these eager studs are done.”



The tall one sauntered back to the cruiser to radio HQ. He picked up the microphone and I could hear him talking to the dispatcher. “Looks like we’re dealing with serious gang-related activity here, Carol. We’re going to need back-up, so send a couple more cruisers, and this is community-sensitive, so make sure all the officers are male and black.”



“And good-looking and well-hung,” I shouted as loud as I could.



After a second’s pause, I heard the dispatcher’s voice crackling back. She had the tell-tale inflection and cadence of a southern black woman. ” ‘Community-sensitive’? Bullshit,” she spat. “That don’t sound like no ‘community-sensitive’. That just sounds like another one of your white nympho-ho gang bangs. Ain’t that so?”



“C’mon, Carol,” the cop wheedled. “The protocols say, when we call for back-up, you have to send back-up. So send MacDonough and Lincoln and Sweeney and… what’s Sweeney’s partner? Oh, yeah, Morris.”



“Says I gotta send back-up, but don’t say I have to send who you ask for,” Carol laughed. “Maybe I’ll send Zamolski and Bratten.”



“The lesbian swat team?” the tall cop exclaimed. They’ll come in shooting and the Department will have another big mess to clean up.”



“Okay, okay,” Carol conceded. I’m feeling generous. I’ll send you MacDonough and Linclon, but not Sweeney and Morris. They’re both married and I’m not havin’ that on my conscience.”



“Isn’t Lincoln married?” the office asked.



“He is,” Carol said, “But his wife’s cheatin’ on ‘im with most of the the third shift over at Precinct 7. So might as well give ‘im a chance for a little pay-back. Now put me on the cruiser’s external speaker so I can have a word with your little, white STD dispenser.”



“But…,” he began.



“No fuckin’ buts, or you won’t be fuckin’ her butt,” Carol interrupted. “You’ll be dispatched to the search and rescue detail at the pet poo section of the municipal landfill.”



He flipped a switch, hung up the mike, and stepped back from the cruiser.



By now, I was done with Reginald, Jamal and the bass player (or, as I say, whoever) and was sitting on the mattress, legs wide-splayed and cum oozing from every orifice.



“YO, sleazy, white, nympho-ho slut! Listen up,” the cruiser’s public address speaker thundered, as the tall cop rushed back to the car to turn the volume down.



“These be some certified fresh, premium, first-class black police studs I’m sending you,” Carol continued using substantially fewer decibels. “They got the big, black cocks you need. But you’d better appreciate them right and send them back to us in good working order and disease-free. Hear me skank-o?”



By now I was looking at the two cops as if to ask, Who is this crazy woman?



“I said good workin’ order and….”



The tall one flipped a switch, picked the microphone back up and said, “Yo, Carol. She gets the idea. Lighten up, lady.” Then after a pause. “Yes, I’ll be sure to inform her of her right to remain silent. And, in fact, I will strongly suggest that she avail herself of that right.”



He and his partner locked their service weapons in the cruiser, slid their uniform pants off and sauntered back down the alley toward me.



And my god, their equipment was enormous. The tall one, who pulled me down on top of him and came at me from the front, had a slab of meat which was every bit as big and beautiful as Joey’s. The not-so-tall cop had a cock which was not as long, but was actually thicker than any I had ever seen before. He positioned himself behind me, but instead of shoving his bulky bad boy up my ass, he started squeezing it into my pussy, right beside his partner.



At first, I thought it would never fit. But I knew that the attempt was going to be a whole lot of fun, so I was more than willing to try. And he kept at it, pulling back a little, then forcing it further in. Little by little he stretched me out and worked his way in. And the tall officer was helping by thrusting his big prick all the way in and moving around to stretch the walls of my vagina even more. Just the idea of what they were doing and the thought of so much penis in my pussy triggered a long series of small, short climaxes even before that second super-fat cock was all the way in.



By the time the burly boner was wedged halfway into my cunt, the erotic pleasure of being so stretched, so completely filled and so pornographically used was powerful enough that I almost passed out. My mouth hung slackly open, saliva drooling from the corners, my eyes rolled back into my head. My arms and legs quivered spastically as I groaned and grunted my loud and inarticulate passion.



“Remember, you do have the right to remain silent,” Cedric teased. But what difference would a little caterwauling make now, I thought? What was anyone going to do? Call the cops again? I could only hope. Pleeeeeeze, call them. Please call the gigantic, colossal, humongous, rock-hard, pussy-pleasing, black cock-cops.



Just as the shorter cop’s double-wide finally got all the way in, a leg-waving, head-spinning climax smacked me with bone-crushing force, eliciting an orgasmic shriek loud enough to frighten that poor little dog. And then something happened that had never happened before. I couldn’t stop cumming. Wave after wave of intense and unrelenting orgasm swept over me for two minutes, three, four – I have no idea how long.



At first, my two-man SWAT team was alternating their thrusts, but when my climax seemed to be about to begin to fade, they switched to simultaneous thrusts with thrilling results and instantly renewed my frenzy. Then, after a while, they went back to alternating strokes. I don’t remember how many times they switched back and forth. I was too busy cumming.



Eventually, they took pity on me and and stopped thrusting. They were probably worried that I would eventually have a heart attack.



They paused for five or ten seconds, then flipped me over on my back and the thick-cocked cop pulled out of my cunt and shoved his black behemoth up my back door.



“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I yowled, as he sank it all the way in, right to the balls. Suddenly, I was ready for more – real ready.



I caught my breath, licked my lips and looked up at the tall one. “Do it hard,” I whimpered. “Real hard. Pound me good. Hammer me like a freakin’ nail.”



A smile spread slowly across his broad face.



“Wham!” he exclaimed and slammed me hard enough to make my earrings jingle.



“Uuuughh,” I rasped, and then added, “Harder!”



“Wham!” he shouted and bashed me so hard I slid halfway off the thick cock which had been very securely embedded in my ass.



“Uuuughh,” I answered. “Good, but harder.”



His partner gripped my shoulders tightly so I wouldn’t be pushed off of his prick.



“Wham!”



“Uuuughh, harder,” I cried. “You, too,” I moaned to the cop with the bulky bazooka up my bung hole.



“Bam!” he barked, thrusting so hard my feet flew up off the mattress.



“Uuuughh….. Faster!”



“Wham!”



“Uuuughh…..Harder!”



“Bam!”



“Uuuughh….Faster!”



“Wham!”



“Uuuughh….Harder!”



“Bam!”



“Uuuughh….Faster!”



“Wham!”



“Uuuughh….Harder!”



“Bam!”



Well, you get the idea. That went on until I had two more big, big, screeching, squealing orgasms. That’s when the backup unit arrived and – I told you I have a thing for black guys in uniform – I had a total erotic meltdown, because officers MacDonough and Lincoln were just as handsome, just as horny and just as well-equipped as their black brothers in blue.



However, practically the first thing I noticed about officers MacDonough and Lincoln was the pair of shiny, heavy-duty, official cop handcuffs dangling flirtatiously from the belt holding up the official cop pants worn by Officer MacDonough, or maybe it was Officer Lincoln. Then I realized – all four officers must be carrying ‘cuffs, although perhaps none of the others as seductively as Officer MacDonough/Lincoln.



OH…..MY…..GOD, uniforms, handcuffs, four big black cocks – a really filthy, unbeatable, irresistible combination.



The four of them fucked me every way we could think of. And most of the ways we thought of involved playing games with those shiny handcuffs, games like my personal favorite, “arrest the sexy whore and fuck the shit out of her.” As you might guess, I’m very, very good at that game.



Joey, meanwhile, was moved to wax poetic and offered another impromptu rap: “The cops take the ho and do jus’ what they want. The ho lets ‘em do it ’cause she needs cock in her cunt.”



” ‘Want’ don’t rhyme with ‘cunt’,” Robert grumbled. ” ‘Grunt’ rhymes with ‘cunt’. He should have said ‘The cops take the ho and grunt.’ That would rhyme.”



And then we played another game, which was apparently officers’ favorite, “sexy whore turns the tables on dim cops and handcuffs them to each other and fucks the shit out of them.” It won’t surprise you to hear that I’m very good at that one, too.



Then, seeing how much the gendarmes and I enjoyed our games, Joey and Cedric quickly concocted another. They called it “Trussed-Up Twister”, and it quickly became the audience’s overwhelming favorite. For that little frolic, Joey instructed me to get down on my hands and knees. Then one side of each of the four sets of handcuffs was snapped in place, one on each wrist and one on each ankle. Next, the audience would point to each of the four officers, one at a time, and decide what kind of position he would start in and which of his limbs would be handcuffed to which of mine. Then, when I was handcuffed to all four cops, the audience would call out “Ready, set, go,” and the officers would all try to fuck me simultaneously.

8:45am, Monday morning. Linda sighed happily as she shifted her car into gear. She had just kissed her two children — 7 & 9 — as she dropped them off at school and now she was headed back home.



This is a routine she had become used to over the last few years and she had the whole process down to a fine art. Wake the children & get them dressed, kiss her husband goodbye as he heads to work, feed the children breakfast & bundle them into the car for the drive to school.



This morning had gone like clockwork. But this was no ordinary Monday morning. This was the first Monday morning after the school holidays. And Linda was horny. Very horny.



Her husband had done his best over the last 2 weeks to keep her satisfied. And he did very well. He was a good lover and they had fun together, always driving each other wild. But he was one man only, and one man was never enough for Linda. Ever since her early 20′s when her libido started to really kick-in, she had been insatiable. Boyfriends couldn’t keep up with her. Many had in fact left her, and she had left just as many, over sex — either their unwillingness to keep going or her disenchantment with their lack of ability.



It wasn’t until she met Andrew that she knew any sort of satisfaction. Andrew recognised what she was straight away — a beautiful woman with a super-charged sex drive that outstripped most any male on the planet. Or at least any male she had met.



Andrew recognised that he was not able to keep her sexually happy alone, and very early on pitched the idea of no-strings-attached extra partners for Linda. Linda was hesitant at first, not knowing what was behind Andrew’s suggestion. Was he going the way of so many men before him and leaving her because he simply couldn’t keep up and her demands for sex were killing him?



Andrew assured her this was not the case. He was not leaving her. No way. “I love you Linda. I love spending time with you and I want a future with you. But I also know what you are and that no one man can satisfy you. I’m simply saying if one man can’t do it alone, maybe 2 … or 3 can!?”



Linda smiled to herself recalling the conversation 11 years later. Now at 33, Linda was in her sexual prime. Her already high sex drive had actually got more powerful as years moved on. She always kept it in control though and lived by two simple rules very strictly. One: No cheating. Andrew knew everything she did, before she did it. Sneaking off and doing something without his knowledge was a no-no. Two: keep it hidden from the children. They did not need to know their mother was a slut.



Linda liked that word — slut. She used it to describe herself often and she wore it like a badge of honour, believing that she was one of the lucky ones who got to embrace her sexual side fully. If that made her a slut, so be it.



Linda waved to the other mothers dropping off young children at school as she headed back out. “If only they knew what I have planned for today. Not sure they’d be so cheery with me…” Andrew had suggested, and Linda was all too keen to agree, that Linda line up some fun for herself for the Monday after the children were back at school. And so it was. Linda had got to work over the weekend, lining herself up a group of studs to gangbang her. Andrew’s only stipulation was that it had to be recorded since he could not participate.



Linda rubbed her pussy through her panties as she drove. She was expecting company at 9:30am. It was 9:00am as she pulled into her driveway. “Just enough time to change clothes and get everything ready” she thought to herself.



Linda slipped out of the sweats she had worn for the drive to school and into nice white lace set of thong panties and bra. Sizing herself in the mirror, she was as happy with what was staring back at her as any 33-year-old mother of two could be. No woman is ever completely happy with how they look, but Linda knew that her body was desirable. 5’5″ tall, shoulder-length auburn hair, 34c breasts, and just enough padding on her body to be curvy in all the right places but not to be considered fat. She slipped a sexy little robe on over the top and fixed her makeup & hair.



She had just finished applying a fresh coat of ruby red lipstick when she heard a car pull up in front of the house, followed by another. Looking out the front window she saw Jay, Michael, & six other men approaching the front door — all of them black.



Linda slipped on her heels and opened the door. 8 wide grins greeted her and she smiled back. She was now very, very horny!



“Hey girl. How’s my slut doing? I’ve missed that fine pussy & ass of yours.” Jay was always a smooth talker she thought to herself. He was actually quite a sweet guy. He was her first black man, 9 years ago, and held a special place in her heart. “I’m so glad the kids are back in school and we can have some fun again.” She reached her face up and gave Jay a deep wet kiss. She did this to all the guys — even the two she hadn’t met until this morning.



“God I am so fucking horny. If I don’t get a cock in me in the next 30 seconds I am going to explode!” she said as she dropped the robe from her shoulders. The men were now undressing as they arranged themselves in the living room. Michael popped up and said “nobody puts a cock in Linda until I’ve eaten.” Linda knew this was the way Michael liked it. From the first time she hooked up with Michael, he’d fallen in love with her “table-grade, good-eatin’ pussy!” as he affectionately called it.



Linda set herself down on the lounge and Michael was between her legs in a flash, pulling her panties to the side and quickly burying his tongue in her sopping wet pussy. Two other guys knelt on the lounge on either side of Linda and presented their very hard cocks to her. Linda alternated sucking the two cocks as Michael’s tongue swiped and swatted all in & all over her pussy.



Linda let out a long contented moan. “This is where I belong,” she thought to herself, “surrounded by hard cocked men.” Any man that fucked Linda on a regular basis knew of Andrew’s rules of filming anything he was not involved in, so when one of the guys saw the video camera sitting on a side table, he picked it up and started filming. Linda would occasionally look into the camera and play up to it — winking, making eye contact, blowing kisses and smiling into the lens as it captured her in her element.



Jay tagged Michael out from between Linda’s legs and lined up his 8 inches of thick hard black cock with her pussy and slowly slid in. Linda’s eyes rolled back as she came for the first time that day. Jay stroked her pussy long & slow for a few minutes and then picked up the pace, giving Linda her first good hard fucking for someone other than her husband. She moaned and cried out “yes, fuck me!” between slobbering over cocks presented to her mouth. The guys all alternated between her pussy and mouth for a few minutes each, putting Linda in different positions. The video camera was passed through different sets of hands as each man took a turn at being sucked or fucking.



When Jay had the camera he had Linda talk into it, “What’s happening here girl?” “Oooo I’m getting fucked! God I love cock! I miss this so much when I can’t have it. It’s so great to have this much cock around me again.. Oooo yeah — fuck me good!” “You like that black cock fucking you baby?” “I love it. It feels so fucking good. More!”



The bottle of lube was retrieved from the side table and one of the guys greased up his hard black cock. He then used his slick fingers to loosen up Linda’s ass a little. Sitting himself down on the lounge, he pointed his cock straight up in the air and invited Linda to have a seat. The camera focused on the scene, Linda looked directly into the lens as her asshole slowly lowered and spread open on the black cock.



Linda slowly bounced herself up and down on the cock in her ass, getting used to it the thick invasion, then picked up the pace. Again, cock was offered to her mouth which she greedily sucked in, wrapping her arms around the black man’s ass to steady herself.



Linda then heard one of the guys say “Open up & lean back girl…” as he appeared in front of her, ready to make her air-tight. Linda did as he asked and was soon feeling the immense pleasure of having both her holes filled with cock. She moaned and screamed and hung onto the man fucking her pussy for dear life as multiple, continuous orgasms wracked her body.



Men being men and stroking their cocks as they watched the hot action going on, some were ready to cum before others. Whenever one was ready, he would point his cock at Linda’s face. Linda’s mouth was open as cum was shot into it, coating her tongue and streaking across her face. The man fucking her pussy couldn’t hold anymore and fired his load deep inside her. He was quickly replaced by another equally hard and long cock, while his cock would be sucked completely clean by Linda’s very willing mouth.



This continued on for about an hour & a half before all the men had cum and a break was called. Linda was now a mess. Cum was streaked over her face and was also oozing from both her pussy & asshole. She leaned back and ran her hands over her body, rubbing the cum into her skin and occasionally licking her fingers and just basking in the glow of feeling very well fucked and knowing she still had a good 4 hours of sex coming.



Linda took the opportunity to slip into the bathroom and shower. The guys that had to leave, did. The others either sat & watched ESPN on Linda & Andrew’s big flat screen, or slipped into the kitchen for a drink.



Linda and Andrew trusted their regular guys to keep anybody new in line and respect their house. There had been times when guys that were brought along to partake in pleasuring Linda took liberties they shouldn’t have. They were quickly either brought into line or told in no uncertain terms that the best thing for them would be to leave and not think about coming back. Linda’s regular guys knew they were on a good thing and weren’t going to let anybody spoil it.



Linda finished showering and dried herself off. She dried & brushed her hair and retouched her lipstick. Next she slipped on her “fuck me” black leather knee boots and checking her reflection, strolled back out into the living room. She was happy to see that she still had a roomful of men at her disposal. 3 of the original guys had left but they had been replaced by 2 new guys — Frank & Tony, 2 Italians. They had both been partners of Linda’s for years and being first cousins, were nearly always together.



Linda greeted her new guests in the same way she greeted all her men, with a deep French kiss. Frank’s kiss was accompanied by Linda undoing and dropping his pants, sitting him on a lounge chair and impaling herself on his cock. Linda started riding Frank while Tony slipped his hardening cock into her mouth. Once fully hard, Tony slipped behind Linda, and guided his cock into her pussy next to Frank’s. Linda screamed “Yes!” and stuck her tongue into Frank’s mouth as both man pounded their cocks into Linda’s pussy full-force.



The tightness of Linda’s pussy with 2 cocks in it, and Linda’s constant wailing and pleading to fuck her harder meant both men didn’t last very long before they both fired Linda’s pussy full of cum. Linda dismounted the two cocks and cupping her hand under her cunt, pushed the combined cum out.



After that it was more of the same for the next 3 hours. Three more different men showed up and each got to fuck Linda at least twice. Linda loved the attention and was one well fucked lady by the time she needed the hustle the remaining men out and get ready to pick up her children from school again.



3:00pm, Monday afternoon. Waving at the same moms she saw that morning who dropped their children at school, she smiled thinking “I’ve just had more orgasms in one day than any of you would probably have in a month. You poor things!” Her pussy and ass had that lovely dull ache they got after a thorough workout, and even though she had brushed her teeth before leaving, Linda still had a slight lingering taste of semen in her mouth.



That night, she slid into bed with her husband and they made love as they watched the video of her gangbang today. Happiness radiated from her as she gently drifted off to sleep in the arms of the man she loved.

She awoke slowly, her eyes blinking a number of times trying to adjust to the level of light in her bedroom. Her body felt wonderfully warm and snug against the silk sheets of her bed, under the covers that she was very reluctant to throw back and get up to meet the new day. She raised her head from the softness of her pillow, letting her eyes glance at the clock on the bedside table.



“6.59,” she whispered to herself. “I suppose I better get up — got to get to work!”



She peeled back the bed covers off her body almost in slow motion, throwing them back until they rested all bunched up at the foot of the bed. Her svelte, taut body clad only in a very sheer pair of bra and panties squirmed against the sheets as she tried to stretch her long legs, in an attempt to get all the sleep out of her system.



Her long legs swung away from the bed, her bare feet striking the carpet and she began to scrunch her toes and had one final stretch of her arms in one last attempt to wake up – sitting on the edge of her bed, she bent down letting her hands run down each of her long legs, her fingers feeling their soft skin as they made their way along each one.



She rose from the bed, her bare feet barely making a sound as she made her way into the adjoining bathroom. Turning on the cold water tap, she haphazardly splashed water on her face causing water to cascade from her chin in little streams, running slowly down her chest into her cleavage as well as in one long rivulet down her back. Her body shivered slightly, as she felt the cold water react with her skin as it slowly travelled down her body, giving her the most unexpected of pleasures.



“Ohhh,” she exclaimed as he used her finger to reach into her cleavage to wipe up the little trail of water. “The water feels so fucking good against my skin!”. She raised her finger to her mouth, softly closing her lips as she slid it slowly into her mouth, using her tongue to suggestively lick the water. She looked at herself in the mirror above the basin, as her finger slid from her mouth giving herself a cheeky smile before she turned and walked out of the bathroom.



Her progress was stopped as she caught a glimpse of herself in the bedroom mirror, her body clothed only in the sheer pair of bra and panties. A smile spread on her face as she admired her body in the full length mirror, turning around a number of times to inspect her panty clad rear in the reflection.



“Oh my,” she whispered to herself, her head turned backwards admiring the curves of her ass in the mirror. “I do look incredibly sexy in these……shame I have to get dressed!” and she gave her ass a soft spank with one hand. She turned slowly away from the mirror, her long sexy legs carrying her quickly across the room.



The first early morning rays of sun were streaming through her bedroom window as she passed, her eyes immediately attracted to the various hues of the sky as the sun broke through the clouds. A rather large and leafy bush normally blocked her window from prying eyes, but it had almost withered and died from lack of attention, leaving almost all of the window in full view of any passer by. She stood rooted to the spot, her eyes transfixed, entranced by the colours in the sky as the sun began to break through to illuminate the day ahead.



She took two steps forward until her nose almost pressed up against the full length window, her eyes unable to break free of the colour show provided free of charge by nature. Her mind raced with a jumbled mix of emotions and thoughts as she stood hands on hips in her bra and panties, unable to seemingly tear her eyes away. The colours in the sky seemed to her to be almost erotic and sensual, evoking a strong and rather powerful feeling of desire through her scantily clad body — almost as if it had a mind of their own, her hand began to move across her silky abdomen. Her hand moved slowly almost as if it was trying not to be detected, sliding down her abdomen and onto her panty covered pussy, slowly rubbing her private spot through the thin translucent material.



“Oh god,” she whispered to herself in a breathless tone. “I’m already drenched……..”



Her voice trailed off as her fingers began to rub in between her open legs, her fingertips easily feeling the soft skin of her pussy through the thin soaked silky material of her panties. Slowly and methodically her fingers began to rub against her pussy, each caress sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She knew now that she could not stop, that she would not be able to contain and control her body, emotions and desires until ‘itch’ had been scratched. Her fingers hooked in the elastic of her panties, pulling them upwards until she could see they had formed a ‘camel toe’ through the thin drenched material.



“Oh my fucking god!,” she moaned as she let he fingers run along the crevice of her panty covered camel toe. “It feels so good….”.



She could feel her body squirm and writhe in pleasure as her hand slid into her panties, letting her middle finger penetrate her wetness while the other fingers rubbed against the ultra sensitive soft skin. At first her fingers flinched as if they had just touched the edge of a hot saucepan, such was the heat emanating between her legs. Her body leant against the frame of the window, her legs splayed wide open with her fingers pumping at speed in and out of her wet hole. She let her eyes close, letting the pleasures sweeping though her body envelop and control her as her hands continued to work their magic, totally oblivious and ignorant of the very public sex act she was performing.



He was walking his usual route to the train station, a route he had walked uneventfully for more than ten years, passing by her window like he had done many times before. He was walking quickly determined to make up time, determined not to miss the next train and had actually passed her window before he doubled back. He stood, at first on the path trying to decide if what he was seeing was real and not an illusion — he rubbed at his eyes with both hands, trying to determine if they were playing tricks on him. Yet there she was as plain as the sun now lighting up the morning – quickly he surveyed the scene around him, finding to his relief that he was alone. His lust took control over his bodily functions, as he scurried forward taking no consideration of the obstacles in his path, nearly tripping over a garden hose. He crouched down behind the bush, his nervousness and fear not permitting him to move any closer — not yet anyway.



She was now in a world of her own, her fingers alternately pumping out of or rubbing furiously at her now drenched pussy, her loud moaning reverberating around her bedroom.



“Oh fuck yes……,” she screamed as her fingers played with her highly sensitive clit not caring who heard her. “It feels so good…so good!”. Her body trembled almost like she was experiencing withdrawal symptoms, as she hastily slid her now soaked panties down her long legs, nearly toppling over when pulling them off her bare feet.



He watched entranced as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen slide her panties down her long legs. “Oh my fucking god!” he let slip in a voice louder than he realised, his eyes darting about to see to see anyone was watching him. He could feel the the snake in his trousers stirring, desperate to break free from its prison as she played out her erotic stage play right in front of him. He decided he had to get closer — with as much stealth he could muster with his lust ridden body, he crawled forward until he was standing in front of the bush, with his nose almost touching the window. He hoped that the bush, which was slightly shorter then him, would be able to screen his body from any passer by or an neighbour. His fingers trembled as his pulled his zip of his trouser down, releasing his member which sprung out already erect — with a shaking hand, his fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft, moving almost in slow motion.



She was breathing more rapidly now as her fingers fucked her pussy with a desire and lust that was unknown to her. Her legs trembled, struggling to keep her upright as she pumped without let up, the other hand now moving up her sweat drenched abdomen to play with her pert breasts — her fingers pinched and squeezed her inflamed nipples giving her pleasures and sensations that she had rarely felt before. She did not know what had come over her, unable to control herself, letting her libido and desire run free.



“Oh god…,” she moaned as he fingers slid out of her wet hole just for a moment, raising them to her mouth, letting her lips and tongue taste her juices.



His hand moved faster up and down his shaft as he watched her slide her fingers into her pussy again, pumping in and out even faster now, with more passion. He could see everything from his vantage point — the soft skin of her beautiful pussy trembling as her fingers pumped in and out, her sublime taut body as her fingers played with her breasts and even the expressions on her face. Her long hair flayed about wildly as he looked on captivated by this object of desire and lust — he could not believe that she had not seen him, noticed him peering at her nakedness through her bedroom window.



“Today must be my lucky day!” he whispered to himself.



Her body was shaking uncontrollably now as an intense, almost overwhelming passion built up inside her. She knew she was close to coming, it was only a matter of time.



His hand moved in a blur as he pumped his cock with all the effort he could now muster. He had the reached the point now that he did not care if anyone saw him in his compromising position — he stood upright, his nervousness and fear now gone peering almost directly into her window.



“Yes yes….play with my pussy…..fuck!” she exclaimed as she knew now that she was very close. She used both hands now on her now tingling pussy — one to slide her fingers in and out, the other to play and tease the surrounding ultra sensitive soft skin. Her fingers slid in easily now making a squelching noise as they pumped in and out of her hole at speed, her breathing now in short rapid breaths.



He could see her body shake, actually hear her moaning increase in volume and intensity, as his hand slid along his rock hard member. He found himself wishing that he was the one holding her naked body in his arms, wishing that her soft lips were entwined with his and that it was his cock pumping in and out of her pussy.



“God yes finger your pussy for me” he found himself whispering as his hand slid rapidly along his shaft. “That’s it baby!” he added as if anything he said had any influence or control on her actions, on her erotic stage play. His breathing was becoming laboured, almost forced and he knew that he would not be able to hold out for longer.



“Oh god!” she moaned repeatedly as she struggled to keep her body upright, at times feeling her knees buckle and sway from under her. Her finger was pumping spasmodically now, sliding in and out of her pussy at varying speeds, her pleasure ridden body almost unable to control her bodily functions. Her body was now slick with sweat, glistening in the suns rays that were now streaming through her bedroom window and she held onto the wall as she felt an intense sensation build up within her shaking body.



“Fuck!” her scream of pleasure was loud enough to be heard by her neighbours, loud enough to be heard by someone two blocks away but she did not care. Every fibre of her body erupted in a pleasure she had never felt before as she came — her lungs seemed suddenly devoid of air and she hungrily sucked in air, as her shaking legs collapsed from under her, dropping her onto her knees.



His hand was jacking his cock furiously now, his breathing almost impossible — he was watching her drop slowly onto her knees when his cock exploded. “Oh god!” escaped from his lips as he felt the pressure that had slowly built up suddenly spring forth his bounty, shooting in multiple streams from his cock, as if he had turned on a tap. His hot white sticky semen flew the short distance to land on the glass of her bedroom window, to now run slowly down the glass, as if he had sprayed the window with a milky liquid.



She was on his knees, her body still shaking, trying to catch her breath when she opened her eyes and she saw him. Their eyes met, locking together through the glass of her bedroom window before her face broke out in a smile — dropping onto her hands and knees she moved forward and with her tongue, began to lick the glass in a vain attempt to taste his cum.



“Cut that’s a wrap!” the voice of Vince Wotaswki thundered out of his small body, breaking the silence like an explosion. He rose from his directors chair, his hands breaking out in a bout of applause — soon the crew around him followed his lead, with their muffled clapping lasting around thirty seconds.



“Daphne that was great, fantastic performance!” he exclaimed as he walked towards her, a smile on his face.



Daphne Moon picked up her sore naked sweaty body off the floor of the movie set — she made no attempt to cover her nakedness as she stood, surrounded by the mostly male film crew.



“I never knew I could get so bloody sore and tired from a solo scene!,” she muttered as he approached. She stretched her legs and arms as someone handed her a towel to dry off. “I’m glad you liked it Vince.



“It was a great performance Daph, maybe your best one yet! Hopefully this will finally get you nominated for AIA!” he replied as he watched put on a robe, tying the sash around her waist. Vince had been in a the porn movie business for around twenty years and a director for five. Daphne Moon had been his pet project in the business, after all he was the one who had discovered her — with the combination of her looks and body, her sexy British accent and her willingness to try almost anything had convinced him he had found a real star. In fact, he had often found himself fantasising about sliding his own cock into her hot little pussy or ass.



“An AIA?” she queried as she started walking to her dressing room.



Vince followed her as she made her way through the maze of corridors. “An Adult Industry Award — the adult equivalent of an academy award!”



Daphne stopped at the door of her dressing room, opening the door before turning around to face Vince. “You really think I have a chance?” she asked as she stepped inside.



“Sure your a natural — girls like you don’t come along very often in our business, so you’re in with a great chance. A better then even chance I say — I would put my house on you, I don’t think you have a chance in hell to lose!” he replied hands on hips.



“Oh well we will just have to wait and see” she replied and with that she closed the door behind her.



THREE MONTHS LATER………



“And the winner is…..”



The young buxom blonde wearing an extremely short mini skirt fumbled with the envelope in her hands as she stood behind the dais. Time seemed seemed to slow down as she slipped the result out of the envelope as a hushed silence seem to grip the audience in front of her.



“The winner of the best new female talent in the Adult movie industry is,”. She paused for a few seconds for added effect. “Daphne Moon!”.



A surprised Daphne heard her name called out across the hotel ballroom. but she sat still in her chair for a few seconds in complete shock. Slowly she raised herself from her chair, sensing every pair of eyes in the room were now trained on her as she made her way towards the stage. She took great care, in her blue sequinned strapless dress with a long split on ones side revealing her white stocking covered legs, to navigate the few short steps to the stage – no need to embarrass herself by falling down on the steps, she told herself.



The buxom mini skirted blonde approached, giving her two quick kisses, one on each cheek before handing her the award. Daphne turned to face the audience, her eyes taking the sea of faces staring at her, a sea of faces that she did not know. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, looking down momentarily, letting her hands inspect and play with the strange gold phallic shaped award. Taking one more long deep breath she lifted her head as she began to speak.



“I just want to thank all the people who voted for me to win this prestigious award. Let’s hope its the first of many!,” she said as she felt her legs start shaking from nervousness. “Thank you, Thank you!”.



Daphne quickly turned on the spot and walked off the side of the stage, as directed by the buxom blonde. She had only walked a few metres when her eyes caught sight of Leroy, her favourite co star, standing near the exit door for the stage.



“Leroy what are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t make the awards show” she asked throwing her arms around him.



“I wasn’t going to miss my baby win her award, was I,”. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before his arms encircled her squeezing her tight, nearly cutting off her air supply. “Besides I had to be here for your initiation!”



She gave him a quizzical look as she replied “My initiation?”



“Yeah baby,” he exclaimed as his trademark toothy smile appeared on his face. “All the winners of the new talent award have to go through the initiation – it’s tradition. It’s all part of the awards show — you don’t want to be the first one who breaks with tradition, do you?”



She peered into his brown eyes as if they could tell her what he was up to. “Well no….what’s involved in this initiation?”. She made quotation marks with her fingers as she spoke the word initiation.



“You know I can’t tell you babe” he replied as he hooked his arm in hers, and led her through the stage exit door. “It has to be a surprise!”



He led her through several dusty corridors of the area behind the stage, only stopping when they stood in front of what appeared to be a large goods elevator.



“Climb aboard” he said as he raised the large elevator door, which opened with a loud ‘clunk’ noise. Her mind was racing with mixture of nervousness and expectation as she walked on to the elevator, quickly followed by Leroy. He pulled the door shut and the elevator started moving upwards, travelling only two floors before it stopped.



Leroy lifted goods elevator the door open revealing a brightly lit corridor, lined with a number of doors. “C’mon babe,” he said taking her by the hand. “We’re already late!”



Daphne followed him as he walked down the corridor, her high heels making a clicking sound on the wooden floorboards as she walked — as she passed each door she noticed that each door was adorned only with a brass number, starting from one at the start of the corridor. They had walked almost to the end of the long corridor when Leroy stopped in front of the door marked with number eight.



“Here we are babe,” he said as his hand gripped the door knob. “Ready?”



Daphne stared at his hand gripping the door knob as her heart felt it was racing at a million miles per hour, her mind trying to imagine what was just inside door number eight.



“Yes” she said nervously, her voice barely above a whisper.



Leroy’s hand turned the door handle and the door swung open noiselessly — walking into the brightly lit room her eyes immediately three bare chested and well built young men, all of who had their eyes on her as she entered. The only furniture in the room was a long plush couch and the biggest armchair she had ever seen.



“Babe,” Leroy said as he closed the door behind them “I want to introduce you to the three best home boys a man can have. “This is Manuel, Oscar and last of all Pete”. His finger pointed to each one as he said their names.



Daphne let her eyes take in the scene before her — the three ‘home boys’ were all sitting on the long couch, their faces beaming with huge smiles. Manuel looked Spanish or Mexican, with his black hair slicked back and looked like he had just come from a day at the beach, as his skin had dark tan to it. Oscar was black and his head was completely bald — but the thing that struck her about him was that he had the most defined, ripped and muscled chest she had ever seen. She noticed that his abs seem to dance as he breathed and she stared, almost entranced as they had hypnotic power. The last man on the couch, Pete looked like a typical Californian surfer, with his bleached blonde hair.

They all stood for what seemed to Daphne was an eternity, not saying a word exchanging glances at each other — finally Manuel stood, rising from the couch in one quick movement and walking towards where she was standing.



“You said she was a looker Leroy but damn she’s something else” he remarked as he approached.



“I knew you’d like her” she heard Leroy from behind her.



Daphne watched as Manuel circled her, like a hunter about to catch his prey. “You’re from England right — what part?” he asked as he stopped directly behind her.



She could feel his hot breath on her neck as she replied. “Manchester”.



“Manchester!,” he exclaimed “Isn’t that like Brooklyn here?” he asked.



Daphne could feel his hands on her body now, running slowly up and down the sides of her dress. The combination of his hot breath on her neck and the touch of his fingertips were making her body shake and squirm.



“Yes sort of” she whispered.



She felt his hands increase in speed, feeling his fingertips follow the curves of her body through the thin material of her dress.



“Great baby that’s just great” she heard him say as suddenly she could feel his lips on the nape of her neck, kissing their way up and then around. His hand lifted her long hair out of the way, as his lips made their way up and down her neck, his teeth occasionally biting down softly on her soft smooth skin.



“You like?” he asked as lips and teeth caressed the soft skin of her neck.



Daphne could not lie — his mouth had an extraordinarily ability, kissing and biting the soft skin of her neck and shoulders, turning her on as if he just flicked a switch. She could feel her legs sway and almost give way from under her such was the power he had over her.



“Yes” she said her voice barely audible.



His kissing of her neck stopped for a moment and he whispered directly into her ear. “Me and my boys here, we want to fuck your perfect English body, to slide our cocks in all your holes. Do you want that babe?”



“Yes” she answered her body now trembling with expectation.



His lips nuzzled at the soft skin of her neck as he replied. “Say it babe — ask to be fucked”



Daphne was so overcome with desire that her reply slipped from her lips as mumbled whisper. “Fuck me…please”



Manuel raised his lips from her trembling neck. “You have to do better than that — you really have to want it”



Daphne found his Spanish or Mexican inflection in his voice incredibly sexy, as he spoke almost directly into her ear.



“Please fuck me…..I want it so bad,”. Her reply now was louder, more insistent and she felt his lips nuzzle at her neck again, this time in more aggressive fashion. “Please….”.



Her voice trailed off as she felt her body shake as his teeth softly bit into her neck, as his hand slowly pulled down the zip of her dress. In one last act of modesty, her arms folded across her chest holding her dress, preventing it from slipping to the floor. Daphne felt his strong arms reach around her body from behind, gently but firmly prising her arms apart — she could smell his aftershave, the smell intoxicating every fibre of her being, as she felt the roughness of his hands on hers.



Manuel watched as her dress slipped from her body, falling slowly to the floor revealing her body clad only in bra and panties plus a pair of white stockings. He loved being in this situation — a beautiful woman responding to his every touch and whim, like a subject falling under an hypnotic spell. He clasped his hand with hers, letting her step out of her dress and then leading her the short distance to the long couch.



Daphne took each step carefully, her shaking legs feeling like they would give out from under her at any moment sending her crashing to the floor. The clicking of her high heels on the wooden floorboards seem to fill the room as she could see the smiling faces of Oscar and Pete, their eyes glued to her every move — she let out a soft squeal of delight as, with a soft push of his hand, Manuel sent her body onto the couch, her body bouncing once or twice on the soft plush couch.



Manuel let his hands gently touch her stocking clad legs, his fingertips feeling the soft silken material as they travelled slowly up and down — he undid the clasp of each of her high heels, easing them gently off of her feet and throwing them behind him. He rose slightly from his kneeling position, his hands pulling ever so forward on the couch — no need to rush he told himself, we’ve got all night. He had always thought that a woman is like a piano — you have to play it softly and slowly to get the best results. His hands touched the upper part of each leg, teasing her, letting his fingertips brush past her panty covered pussy. Then slowly and gently, he let his thumb rub up and down against the soft skin of her pussy, feeling the soft wet silken martial of her panties.



“You like that, huh?” he asked as his thumb slid up and own against the soaked material of her panties.



Daphne’s mouth could only release a short breathless “Yes” as her body writhed and squirmed against the couch as his thumb rubbed against the most sensitive part of her body. She could see Oscar and Pete standing just in front of her prone position on the couch, their trousers sliding hastily down their legs releasing their straining members from their fabric prisons, wobbling about like a jack in a box sprung free from its box.



“Oh Fuck!” the words slipped from her mouth, her eyes wide as she stared incredulously at the size at the two cocks that were now wobbling within arms reach – each of them were comparable in size to Leory’s ten inch monster. She was barely able to handle Leroy’s black monster, how would be able to handle two, possibly more cocks of the same size at the same time she though to herself. Daphne had no time to dwell on it however, as she watched Oscar climb on to couch, his long black cock swaying like a pendulum with each step — straddling her body he slid his member into her open mouth and begin pumping, each stroke travelling down into her throat.



“Oh yeah baby….swallow my big black cock!” Oscar exclaimed as he pumped without mercy, her hands hanging onto his big thick legs.



Daphne opened her mouth as wide as she could, her lips feeling every bump and contour of his shaft as he pumped it into her mouth. Saliva dripped in great streams from her mouth, spilling down her chin onto her chest, causing her body to glisten in the light.



“That’s it babe!,” Oscar muttered as his hands held the top of the couch, his body leaning forward as he slammed his cock in to her mouth. “Leroy told me you sucked great cock, don’t prove him wrong!”.



Daphne felt her body squirm and move about wildly on the couch uncontrollably, as she was pleasured from both ends. She had never been dominated like this before, willingly having no control or say whatsoever over what they could do with her naked body.



Manuel slipped his fingers inside the crotch of her panties, pulling the thin material to one side exposing her pussy. He let his eyes take in the sight of her pussy, watching how the pink soft skin trembled slightly, allowing his nose to breath in its sweet aroma, letting it intoxicate and stimulate him. His fingers gently rubbed at the soft out skin, slowly at first before allowing them to slip inside — his fingers were pumping at steady rate when he leant in, literally burying his face in between her stocking clad legs. His mouth sucked and bit at the pink coloured soft skin, feeling her legs kick about wildly, the material of her stockings grazing his back.



“You like that do you?” he asked raising his head just for a second before diving in again, letting his mouth, teeth and fingers work their magic.



Daphne’s body felt like it was about to explode, being pounded in two holes, her hands holding on desperately to Oscars legs. His black cock continued to slam into her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva dripping down from her chin.



“Oh yeah baby you’re a nasty bitch!” Oscar exclaimed as he slid the full length of his shaft down her throat, leaving it buried in her mouth for a few seconds before pulling out and stepping down from the couch.



Daphne spat out some saliva and breathed hungrily for some air to replenish her lungs, her head resting against the back of the couch.



Manuel hooked his fingers on either side of her drenched panties, starting to slide them off her body. She raised her body slightly in the air to allow him to slide them off her ass and off her stocking clad legs.



She had only taken a few more breaths, her mouth letting slip a muffled “Oh god” when Pete climbed onto the couch, letting his cock slide into her hungry mouth. He began to pump slowly, sliding easily into her now lubricated mouth, every stroke producing a ‘thwack’ sound. His hands held the strands of her hair, pulling her head towards him ensuring every stroke slid deep down into her throat.



Daphne savoured that taste and feel of his cock, as it slid repeatedly into her mouth, with her hands now hanging loosely at her sides. She wrapped her legs around Manuel’s head, whose tongue was now feverishly lapping at her pussy, her stocking clad legs crossed across his bare back to help prevent her sliding onto the wooden floor.



Manuel could feel her stocking clad legs rub against the bare skin of his back, adding another sensual dimension to the sexual escapade. His tongue lapped at her wet hole as if he had no control over it — the aroma, taste and wetness of his pussy filled his senses, almost overwhelming him, his lust and desire controlling his every action. He had had his way with hundreds of women in his sexual encounters in the past few years, but this one was different, in a class of her own. She had a grace about her, a lady first and foremost who was not afraid to get down and dirty compared to street trash he normally encountered.



She could feel his cock slide into her throat, his balls and pubic hair at times slapping against her face. Daphne Moon would never have imagined that she would love the feel of man’s cock, especially one of this size, repeatedly being forced into her mouth and down into her throat. However, she had decided, that the past year of her life had been the most exciting and full of surprises and life changing moments — this one of them.



Daphne felt his cock slide from her mouth, leaving a trail of her saliva as it withdrew. She hungrily sucked in mouthfuls of air as she watched Pete bounce his way off the couch, her legs still wrapped around Manuel’s head.



“Ooh baby can she suck cock,” Pete exclaimed as he stepped off the couch onto the wooden floor. “I nearly came in her mouth…”.



Daphne watched as Oscar approached, his well muscled chest glistening in light of the room, his hand jacking his enormous black cock. “Yeah baby, this is best one we’ve had in ages…I need my little friend here,”- his eyes peered down at his cock – “to taste her sweet white pussy”.



His giant hand reached out grabbing Daphne by hers and pulling her off the couch like a rag doll. She let out a loud squeal as miraculously she landed on her feet, her stocking feet slipping on the wooden floor.



“How do like my surprise?”



Leroy’s voice boomed out across the room and she turned her head to see him standing leaning against the door. “I love it,” she replied as she still hungrily sucked in air. “You always know the best thing to get me!”, her soft British accent contrasting starkly with their loud street wise guttural accents.



Oscar’s hands bent her body over at her waist, as she watched Pete and Manuel settle their bodies on the couch, their hands vigorously jacking their massive cocks. Her hands grabbed hold of the massive members and she raised one knee onto the couch to support herself.



“And I didn’t get you anything…..Fuck!,” her reply was interrupted as Oscar slid his massive cock into her pussy and began to pump. “It’s so big…”



He voice trailed away as his cock slid into her, each stroke feeling like it was creating a vacuum inside her body, as if he was pumping air out.



“It’s so bloody big!” she repeated, her body trying to get used to his massive member fucking her pussy. She carefully bent down, her body shaking from each powerful stroke, taking Manuel’s cock into her mouth. Slowly but surely she began to let her head slide up and down his massive shaft, her lips closing to form a tight seal around his cock — letting his cock slide from her lips, she allowed a trail of saliva to drip down from her mouth to lubricate his shaft, before slipping his massive cock into her mouth again.



Oscar used all of his massive frame to power each of his thrusts, his hands holding onto her hips feeling her body shake with each stroke. Her vaginal muscles had closed tightly around his shaft and he felt like he was pumping with a bicycle pump, but with each stroke his passage inside her became easier. He let his eyes take in her beautiful naked body from her long hair flaying about with each of his powerful strokes to her long stocking covered legs — he had fucked many a woman in his time, many of which he had just gone through the motions but not with this beauty. He wanted to go all out to pleasure her, to make her come again and again.



“Oh fuck baby!,” he exclaimed as he arched his body slightly over hers, his breathing in short rapid bursts from his exertions. “Nice and tight…..you’re fucking nice and tight”.



Daphne was not able to respond as she switched her attention to Pete’s cock, slipping it into her hungry mouth trying to time her head movements with Oscar’s powerful strokes into her pussy. His well lubricated cock slipped into her mouth easily, the full length of his shaft sliding into her mouth each time. Her eyes began to notice flashes of light and she turned her head slightly to see Leroy kneeling down only around two metres, a camera glued to his eye taking photos of her sexual escapade.



“You nasgty boy!” the word nasty coming out partly muffled as her mouth was full of Pete’s massive cock.



Leroy just smiled as he continued taking shots, the flash of the camera illuminating the room each time for a split second.



She let head move from one massive cock to the other, each time struggling to contain her desire and lust, each time letting their members repeatedly slide deep down in her throat, the whole experience seemingly like an out of body experience, as a dream to her. Daphne could feel every inch of Oscars’s black cock as it fucked her pussy, giving her body intense waves of pleasure, shaking her body like an earthquake.



“Lift her up boys,” Manuel’s Mexican accented voice flooded her ears as her head bobbed up and down on his member. “I think it’s my turn to taste her bounty!”.



Daphne could hear Pete and Oscar have a small laugh at his comment as with a rush the cock in her pussy pulled out leaving her body trembling slightly, as Manuel’s member slid hungrily into her mouth.



Suddenly she could the feel the massive frames of Pete and Oscar on either side of her, as they each slid one hand under her knees, the other hand holding onto her bare back — with no effort at all she was lifted into the air, flashes of Leroy’s camera filling the room.



“Whoa…fuck!” Daphne exclaimed as her body at first swayed in the air, held aloft by the massive hands of Pete and Oscar.



“Don’t worry babe, we’ve got you” Pete assured Daphne as his smiling face beamed down at her.



“Turn her around boys”



Leroy watched as they swung her body around so that they were facing him front on — he moved a couple of paces closer, dropping to his knees before moving the camera to his eye and taking a few shots.



Daphne thought to herself that she must present quite a sight — completely naked except for a pair of white stockings, her body dripping with saliva and sweat, her legs spread wide open displaying her gaping pussy, held aloft by two naked well hung men. Her eyes followed Leroy as he moved closer, almost crawling bent down on his knees taking shot after shot, before rising to his feet.



Leroy walked slowly to where her body was suspended in the air by the giant hands of Oscar and Pete, her stockinged legs spread open. His hand brushed up the inside of her leg, letting his fingertips brush past the sensitive soft skin of her pussy.



“Enjoying yourself baby?’ he asked with a smile.



Daphne’s body shivered with delight as she felt his hand brush against the most sensitive part of her body. Her face broke out in a mischievous smile. “What do you think?” she asked rhetorically.



He let his hand rub directly against her pussy and he could see her body react as his fingers slid up against her wetness. “Well you ain’t seen nothing yet!”.



Her body was raised in to the air and carried over to the couch to where Manuel was waiting, his hand jacking his massive cock. Slowly and surely she felt her body lowered and she readying her body to be impaled on his cock — her body was rotated in mid air, with her legs pulled forward, splayed out on each side almost at right angles, her back tilted letting her head to bend over. Her eyes almost stared directly at the ceiling, as her body descended almost in slow motion.



Leroy viewed her downward progress through the lens of his camera, his finger pressing the shutter button repeatedly — he adjusted the zoom lens as he took another series of shots as Manuel’s cock slid into her ass hole.



Daphne Moon’s body was abysmally ill prepared as his cock slid unexpectedly into her ass hole — she threw her head back partly from the pain and partly from the pleasure as Oscar and Pete’s hands lowered her body until it was fully embedded on Manuel’s thick shaft.



“You bastard Leroy!!” she screamed in her British accent.



“You alright babe?” he replied trying unsuccessfully to conceal laughter.



She raised her stocking clad feet to rest on the top of his legs before taking a series of long deep breaths to help her body acclimatise to having an almost eleven inch cock stuck up her ass hole.



“Fuck yes!,” she replied between breaths as he started to pump slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. “God it feels so good….”



Daphne could feel every inch of his well lubricated cock penetrate her insides as her feet struggled to stay perched on top of his legs — every stroke gave her body a mixture of unbelievable pain mixed with pure sexual ecstasy, leaving her body in a quandary not knowing how to react. Her body shook violently with every stroke, as his legs raised her body upwards each time he pounded her ass.



Leroy let his camera work overtime taking shot after shot of the cock sliding repeatedly into her ass. This night had turned out better than he expected he told himself and he nearly thanked the Lord above that he had managed to find a woman like Daphne Moon — one that appeared to pure, sweet and innocent from the outside but deep down within her lay a deep depraved sexually deprived woman, willing to try almost anything to satisfy her dark desires. The flashes of his camera illuminated the room continuously as he took shots from several angles and distances — closes up of her now gaping ass hole as it was filled with Manuel’s cock to long range shots of her naked spread-eagled body riding his legs as he fucked her ass.



Pete’s hand rapidly jacked his cock as his eyes took in view of Daphne’s sweat and saliva drenched naked body riding the cock in her ass, like a rider riding a bucking bull in a rodeo. He had never seen a woman like her, one that was as beautiful as model yet was not unwilling to have a cock slide into all of her holes. Her British accent, yelling and screaming every possible obscenity under the sun filled his ears as he move forward, drawn to her as if she was magnet. Carefully positioning himself between her spread legs, he bent his body forward sliding his cock into her vacant pussy. His naked body melded into hers, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, their nakedness rubbing together creating an added and sensuous dimension to this fuck fest.

(This is part 8 of a series and will make a lot more sense if you read them in order)



Chapter Eight — Bachelor Party



Here I was riding in a luxurious limo with Tony and Amanda. I felt incredibly pampered and I have to admit I looked fabulous. Not that I looked like myself with my new red hair and green eyes but I felt really pretty. However, I was trying not to think about Tony’s comments. Trying to not think about something and actually not thinking about it turned out to be two totally different things. I didn’t want to freak out but I couldn’t help it.



I really wasn’t sure what was going on. Be recognized? What did that mean? Party? Like the Christmas party? I was myself at the Christmas party. My poor little mind was trying really hard to make sense of all of this but it was failing miserably. I looked at Tony.



“I know, baby girl, it is a lot to take in but don’t you worry, you will be fine. All you have to do is go with the flow. Mandy will tell you what to do, just let go and have some fun.” Tony said and I felt myself relax a little.



We rode for a few more minutes and pulled up in front of Tony’s house. We climbed out of the car and walked to the door on each side of Tony. He must have looked like a big shot with two pretty young girls on his arm. I think the guy holding open the front door for us agreed with that perception from the look on his face.



Tony led us into a huge room. It was the same one from the Christmas party but it was decorated way differently. There were a few decorations but not nearly as many. There was a big open floor in the middle with about four round tables spread around the outside. I looked around and saw the bar with a different bartender behind it. This bartender was a guy, he looked to be around 30 years old and relatively nice-looking. I decided that Tony must not hire anyone that wasn’t pretty. We stopped in the middle of the room.



“Ok, ladies, here is the plan. In a few minutes the guys will show up and we will have some poker games break out. You ladies will wait on the tables while poker is going on. Mandy, Jose will run the bar so you are just a waitress tonight. Be nice to Jose.” Tony smiled at Amanda and she smiled back with an evil grin.



“Also, just set the glasses on that table over there. The staff will take care of the dirty stuff, you guys just keep the glasses full.” Tony said and pointed to a table setup next to the bar.



I saw a couple of guys standing next to the door to the kitchen. They were young and dressed in white and black like us. Tony left us and went over to talk to Jose. I looked at Amanda.



“Take a breath, sweetie. You will be fine. All we have to do is bring them drinks whenever they want. One thing though, this is a private party so they will be very touchy-feely if you know what I mean. You have to take everything in stride. Tony will set the tone and keep everything where he wants it, you just have to smile and look pretty.” Amanda said and looked at me with a question on her face.



I realized she was sort of asking me a question. I understood what she was saying. I nodded gently.



“Sweetheart, it will be ok. Just take a breath and have some fun.” She said and smiled pretty.



I smiled back and took a deep breath. She turned and walked to the bar. I followed. She said hello to Jose and introduced me. He held out his hand, I took it and he kissed it softly.



“Glad to meet you Rose.” He said and I remembered suddenly I was not Cassie tonight.



“Glad to meet you Jose.” I said as he held his lips to the back of my hand.



He smiled a devilish grin at me and I felt a little shiver run through me.



“You ready to have a little fun, Tony’s parties are famous.” He said.



I nodded and wondered what was going to happen. For some reason I thought the Christmas party was going to seem a little tame after tonight. I heard a noise and turned to see a group of guys pouring into the room. My heart froze. At the front of the group was my brother Kyle. He stopped and screamed something to the group.



They roared and all gave him high fives as they poured into the room. I saw my brother Cory in the middle of the group and then I realized that I knew most of these guys. They were all friends of one of my brothers and then I saw Kenny.



Kenny was Tom’s son and he was getting married next week. Fuck! This was Kenny’s bachelor party! I watched all the guys pour in. I recognized almost everyone, most of them had been at my house this last week visiting my brothers.



I felt my pussy spasm as I remembered all my schoolgirl crushes on all of these guys. I thought I was freaked out enough and then my Daddy walked through the door with his arm around Tom. They both looked like they were feeling no pain. I officially went into shock.



“Cassie, Cassie, honey.” I heard a whispering in my ear.



I looked at Amanda and she looked concerned.



“Baby, you are going to have to learn to answer to Rose tonight.” She said and I realized she must have been trying to get my attention.



“I know you know most of these guys but remember you are Rose. They are really drunk and they will not realize who you really are. Try to relax sweetie.” She said in a soft voice and put her arm around me.



I took another deep breath and looked at Amanda.



“But that is my Daddy.” I said in a soft voice.



Amanda looked at my Daddy and then back at me. She had a soft smile on her face.



“No, baby girl, that is Cassie’s daddy. Rose does not have a father.” Amanda said and looked me right in the eyes.



I looked back at the group and they were milling around and sitting at the four tables. Amanda was right, they did look pretty drunk. One of them was having trouble just trying to sit in a chair. I think his name was Jimmy and he was a friend of my younger brother. I looked at all of the guys. I counted them. There were 22 of them and only four that I did not recognize. There was a mix of my older brother Kyle’s friends and my younger brother Cory’s friends. That made sense when I remembered that Kenny had a younger brother that was Cory’s age. My daddy and Kenny ‘s daddy were the only two older guys. I was drawn out of my trance by Tony’s voice. Tony was standing in the middle of the floor.



“Welcome everyone to the celebration of Kenny’s sentencing.” Tony said and the crowd roared with laughter.



I noticed a lot of them were punching and pushing Kenny. Guys.



“Here are the rules. There really aren’t any.” Another roar of laughter.



“Seriously, my house is yours. The bar is open and will serve you anything your heart desires. Jose will take care of that.” Tony said and motioned to Jose behind the bar who held up his hand.



“And let me introduce our hostesses tonight.” Tony said and moved his hand towards us.



The crowd exploded in cheers. Tony let them roar for a moment. Amanda took my hand and we stepped up next to Tony.



“Gentlemen, this lovely creature is Mandy. Please treat her well.” Tony said and held Amanda’s hand as she spun slowly in front of him.



Her ass was fucking nice. I noticed it as she turned. She smiled at me when she realized what I was looking at. I blushed a little. She looked so smooth and refined as she spun under Tony’s hand. Shit, was I going to have to spin? I hoped I didn’t fall. I felt my left hand raised.



“And this perfect creature is Rose. Make doubly sure you treat her like the princess that she is.” Tony said and pulled my hand gently.



I took the hint and spun slowly. I heard whistles and catcalls as I turned. Amanda’s face almost looked proud as she watched me. Tony moved his head close to my ear.



“Try to forget, just be Rose and have some fun.” Tony whispered in my ear.



Forget? How was I going to forget who I was? How was I going to be able to look at my daddy and brothers and be normal much less all these other guys who basically watched me grow up. I felt my panic level rising and then Amanda took my hand. She led me to the bar and handed me a tray and a towel.



“How is your memory?” She asked.



“Good, I guess.” I answered.



“Good, then you can try it without a pad at first. It makes it a lot easier if you can just remember the drinks instead of having to write it all down. Now take your tray and you do those two tables.” She said and pointed to the far two. I noticed my daddy and brothers were at the other two tables.



“Thank you.” I said to her before she scampered off.



I stood there for a second and watched her walk up to the table. Tom immediately put his hand around her waist and hugged her. He pulled her hips to him and put his head against her hip. The guys were laughing and she was smiling and seemed to be having a good time.



“Rose, Rose.” I heard a whispering next to me. I turned my head to see Jose. He was waving his hand.



“Go, go, get busy before they rush the bar.” He said, waving me to my two tables.



I snapped out of it and walked over to a table. There were 5 guys sitting at the table and I knew 4 of them. Here was the moment of truth. I looked right at Johnny. He was a friend of Kyle and I have known him since I was 6. He always teased me and made fun of me in a nice way. I looked into his eyes and he looked right at me. I did not see any sign of recognition. How was that possible? I felt a hand on my right hip.



“Welcome Rose, you are a pretty little thing.” The guy to my left said as he ran his arm around me and his hand moved across my hip.



I did not know the guy with his arm around me. I nodded and then looked back at Johnny. Amazing. The guys started giving me drink orders and I worked hard to try and remember them all. This was difficult enough without the hand that was moving across my ass now. He was rubbing all over it and squeezing each cheek. I kept my concentration and looked at every guy. I looked back down at him and he pulled me close to him. His hand was squeezing my right butt cheek really hard.



“Baby, bring me a rum and coke and make sure you hurry. I love this little ass and I can’t wait to get my hands on it again.” He said and gave me a little spank.



The guys roared approval. I smiled and left the table. I heard whistling behind me and picked out certain words. Hot, sweet, ass, tits, and package were a few that I could make out. I felt myself getting a little nervous. These guys were really drunk and obviously horny. What was going to happen here? Was I going to have to fuck them all? I looked over at Amanda and she was still at her table. She was standing in a different spot and there was a hand running up and down her left leg from the back of her knee to her waist. She looked so calm.



“Whaddya need, sweetie?” I heard Jose’s voice and I snapped back.



“First party?” He said.



I nodded and he smiled.



“It’s ok. You will be fine. Tony will not let anything bad happen to you and Mandy will look after you as well. She is pretty smitten with you.” He said.



I wondered what Tony’s definition of bad was and then I processed what he said about Amanda. I looked at him.



“Drinks, pumpkin. Do you remember what they wanted?” Jose said.



“Yes.” I said and looked back at the table.



My memory was weird. I could look at each guy and remember exactly what he had just said. I recited the drink orders easily. I looked back at Jose. He was kinda staring at me. I giggled and looked back to see Amanda walk up.



“Our little princess has a photographic memory.” Jose said.



“Wonderful. She is just full of surprises.” Amanda said and put her arm around me.



Jose made all my drinks and I grabbed my tray. I hadn’t really done this before so it was a little bit of a challenge to walk to the table with a tray full of 5 drinks and not just crash and burn on the floor. I made it and started handing out the drinks. I ended up next to the same guy and handed him his drink. He took it with his left hand because his right hand was busy rubbing on my right leg. He rubbed the back of my knee and then ran his hand up under my skirt and grabbed my ass. I flinched and tried to smile. The rest of the guys were looking at me.



“Guys, this is a fine little butt. This night is going to be very special.” The guy said as he was rubbing my ass over my panties.



“Ok, Craig. Let her work for a little bit anyways.” Tony’s voice.



The guys all laughed and he pulled his hand out and smacked me on the butt. I jumped a little and then scurried to the next table. I heard blips of their conversation as I walked away and I had a feeling this was going to be a long night. The second table was a lot like the first except I had two guys feeling up my ass as I took orders. When I brought the drinks back these two guys just pulled up my skirt in the back and rubbed my ass. They slid their hands under my panties and I felt them on my skin. It felt really weird to just stand there and let these guys feel me up, my skirt up over my ass so anyone could see. They finished and I pulled my skirt down and moved back to the bar. Amanda was leaning against the bar talking to Jose.



“How is it going, sweetie?” Amanda said.



“Ok, except I feel like a piece of meat with them.” I said.



Amanda laughed.



“Have you had a finger in your pussy yet?” Amanda said.



I looked at her and nodded my head no. This was moving really fast and I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I was getting a little nervous.



“Because that guy over there in the blue shirt is a beast. He had his finger inside me the whole time I was taking orders but it was funny. He was actually gentle and it felt kinda good.” Amanda said.



I looked over and my heart skipped a little. I guess my face showed my emotions pretty well.



“What’s wrong honey?” Amanda said.



“That is my brother.” I said.



“Oh, sorry about that.” She said.



“No, it is alright. You didn’t know and we really don’t have any control over it. It is just a little disconcerting to see them acting like this.” I said.



Amanda hugged me and whispered in my ear.



“It is going to be ok. Just try to separate yourself for tonight. Be Rose.” She said.



I thought about that and decided that was a good plan. I looked so different. I sort of felt different too. I would have to put Cassie away for a while or I would go crazy. I straightened my clothes and grabbed my tray. Amanda looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and walked to my tables.



I got there and started taking more orders and picking up some empty glasses. My skirt was pulled over my ass almost immediately so pretty much everyone got a nice feel of my butt. A couple of them slid their hands under my panties but I didn’t flinch. Rose was tough and she could handle anything. I finished taking orders, pulled my skirt down and went back to the bar. I delivered the drinks, got a few more caresses and then went to my other table.



They were obviously watching and my skirt was again over my ass and my panties out for all to see. I tried to stay calm but all of them slid their hands under my panties and rubbed over my bare skin. I could feel my pussy starting to heat up. I heard a familiar voice behind me.



“Guys, you seem to be enjoying Rose.” Tony’s voice and he was met with a few excited answers.



He laughed and I felt his hand on my ass. He squeezed it hard and I flinched. I felt his breath on my neck.



“Baby girl, bend over on the table.” He whispered.



I laid down my tray and bent over until my head was resting on my arms on the table. Tony was rubbing my ass. His hand went between my legs and I tried not to moan. His finger touched my inner thighs and then ran up my ass slowly. I was struggling not to cry out. My pussy was now on fire.



“Gentleman, this young lady is special and you should be honored to have her working your party. You will find out later just how special she is but right now let’s see if we can rev her up a little.” Tony said.



I felt him sliding my panties off my ass and down my legs. He lifted my foot and slipped them off. I saw him throw them to Johnny who caught them and immediately smelled them and tossed them to another guy. I looked at Johnny again and he stared right back at me. How could he not recognize me? I was still looking at him when I opened my mouth and moaned. Tony’s finger was rubbing my clit. I made a fist with my hands and tried to stay calm. He was now rubbing all over my pussy and I could feel myself getting really wet. He ran a finger up and touched my asshole. I flinched and the guys laughed.



“Take over guys but let her go after she cums and nothing else yet.” Tony said and I saw him walk away.



I looked at him and he winked. I watched him walk over to Amanda and he bent her over on the table right next to my Daddy.



“This is a nice pussy.” I heard and looked to see Johnny behind me.



I blushed a little and then I saw Ben move over next to him. Ben grew up next door to us and was only 2 years older than me. We actually went out on a date once before we realized we were more like a brother and sister then girlfriend and boyfriend. He rubbed my ass and I felt him touch my asshole. I could feel my body starting to heat up under all this attention. I lowered my head and let all my brother’s friends touch my young body.



“She is so sweet, I cannot wait to fuck this one. Do you think Tony will let us fuck her?” I heard behind me as I moved my ass a little.



“Oh yeah, the last party I was at we fucked the girls all night long. They were nice but not as nice as these two. This will be a lot of fun. I want this ass myself, look at it, it is perfect.” I heard Ben say as he rubbed my ass.



I felt my orgasm start to gather as they manipulated my little body. One was rubbing my clit as another was running his finger in and out of my pussy. Ben was now pushing his finger into my butt just a little and I was groaning and moving my ass.



“She is heating up, she is gonna cum soon.” I heard Ben say.



The guys laughed and the guy at my clit pinched me. I gasped and they laughed again. My orgasm was close and then Ben shoved his finger in my ass. I came hard and I buried my face in my arms to keep from screaming. My legs shook and my ass moved around, the guys kept rubbing me through the entire thing. My orgasm died and they took their hands off of me. I stood up slowly and pulled my skirt down. My face was flushed and I looked at all of my schoolgirl crushes as they stared at Rose. I knew they all could not wait to sink their cocks into me and I figured that would not be too far away. I walked away slowly.



As I walked to the bar I noticed Amanda was bent over the same way. I saw her ass as the guys at her table rubbed her. My Daddy was rubbing her ass and I think Kyle had his hand in her pussy. I shivered a little and went into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and my hair was messed up a little. I fixed it and then ran a wet cloth over my face. It felt good and I felt myself calming down. I looked in the mirror again and realized I was a different person tonight.



I looked at Rose and she was incredibly pretty. I understood why the guys were so fired up other than just being drunk. I also realized that Rose was going to get fucked tonight and I was afraid quite often. I took a deep breath and came to terms with everything. I decided to have some fun and just be Rose. I walked out of the bathroom and up to the bar.



Amanda was there. She looked at me and I could see she was concerned. I smiled at her and took her hand.



“I will be fine. Rose is a tough girl. Let’s have some fun tonight. Switch tables with me.” I said.



“Are you sure?” She said.



“Yep, it is going to happen, it may as well be now.” I said and picked up my tray.



I walked over to the table where my Daddy and Kyle were sitting. Kenny was also there and they were really loud.



“You boys need anything?” I said and stood right between Kyle and Kenny.



The laughter stopped and everyone stared at me. I looked at my brother and he looked me right in the eyes. I saw lust and excitement but no recognition.

“Baby girl, you are all we need.” Kyle said and wrapped his arm around my ass.



I laughed as he pulled me to him. He rubbed my ass and then looked back at his cards.



“Guys, I think I want to raise this pot big time.” Kyle said.



“You don’t have enough money to raise, dickhead.” Kenny said.



Kyle looked at him and smiled.



“Gentlemen, I raise $20 and I figure this here button is worth that. Anyone disagree?” Kyle said and pointed to the first button still fastened on my shirt.



The guys cheered and I heard them say words like “hell yes” and “fucking A”. Timmy threw his money in and then his cards.



“Call.” He said and I saw three Aces.



“Damn, you win.” Kyle said and laid down two kings.



He reached up and popped my button and I felt my shirt open up a little more. I could see a little skin under my bra and most of my bra was showing. The guys cheered.



“Now baby girl, bring us each another drink and hurry back.” Kyle said and squeezed my ass.



I picked up all the empty glasses and hurried back to the bar. Jose made more drinks and I walked back. I started handing them out and I heard the guys laugh.



“Raise $40.” Kyle said and I looked up.



He blew me a kiss and I saw he had no money in front of him.



“Call.” I heard and Kenny threw in his cards.



“Damn, lost again.” Kyle said and tossed in his cards.



“Rose, when you finish you owe Kenny $40.” Kyle said.



I blushed a little and set the last two drinks down. I walked over to Kenny and he unbuttoned two more buttons. Most of my stomach was showing now and I only had one more button left outside of my skirt. The guys cheered. I smiled and walked to the other table.



This table was much calmer. They did feel my butt a little but they mostly just stared at my chest as my shirt hung open. I delivered them drinks and was walking back to the bar when I saw Amanda at my first table. Johnny was taking off her shirt and then he started waving it around. She was just standing there looking gorgeous with her black lace bra.



I walked back to Kyle’s table and stood next to him. He didn’t look at me, he just slid his hand up my skirt and started rubbing his little sister’s ass. I looked at the other guys and they were staring at my chest. I could see a lot of lust in their eyes. My pussy tingled a little. Kyle pulled up my skirt and slid his hand inside my panties. He was rubbing my bare ass.



“$50.” I heard him say and the guys cheered.



“Call.” My Daddy said and threw down money and his cards.



I saw he had three 10s and two 5s. Kyle threw his cards down and he only had a pair of Aces.



“Damn, lost again. Baby girl, you just lost your shirt. Can you walk over there and let my Dad collect his winnings?” Kyle said and squeezed my bare ass.



I looked at my Daddy and he looked real excited. I walked over slowly and stood next to him. He undid the last visible button and then pulled my shirt out of my skirt. He undid the last button and pulled it off my arms. He waved it up in the air as his daughter stood next to him in her bra with her skirt around her waist.



Kenny was shuffling again. The boy next to my Dad slid his hand in my panties and my Daddy put his arm around my waist.



“Girl, you just stand right there. We have to play one more hand.” Kyle said and looked at me.



“What’s happening guys?” I heard Tony’s voice and I looked at him.



He was smiling and then he looked at Kenny.



“Tony, we have seemed to run out of money and we need to play one more hand. Can we use Rose as collateral?” Kyle said.



“I don’t see why not. Is that alright with you Rose?” Tony said and I nodded slightly.



“Cool, ok guys, the bra is worth $50, the skirt $50 and the panties $50. Whoever has the money at the end of this round can buy whatever they want. Ante is $20 and no limit.” Kyle said and Kenny started dealing.



I stood there a little nervous. The guy next to Daddy was now rubbing my bare ass. My Daddy was rubbing my back and belly and occasionally my ass. I knew this was going to get serious really quick. I took a deep breath. The cards flew around the table and bets were flying. I tried to follow but it was too fast. Finally most of the money was in the middle and there were only three people holding cards.



Kenny slid some money in and then Kyle did. Everyone looked at my Daddy and he slid money in.



“Call.” Daddy said.



Kenny laid down three Kings, Kyle laid down three Aces and he let out a whoop. My Daddy laid down his cards, he had three 3s and two 4s. Everyone was silent for a second and then everyone screamed and started high fiving my Daddy. It settled down and he turned to face me. I looked at him and he looked really drunk.



“Time to collect Dad.” Kyle screamed and the guys cheered.



Daddy reached up and put his hands on my sides. I looked up and saw the other table had stopped playing and were all standing around. There were about 12 guys watching my Dad as he was about to undress his daughter in front of all of them. I took another deep breath and I felt his fingers on my bra. He grabbed the clasp and I felt the bra pop open. There was a gasp and then a cheer. My Dad pulled off my bra and tossed it in the air. He then put his hands over my boobs. I felt my nipples start to get hard. He pinched my nipples gently and then slid his hands down my sides.



I felt my skirt start sliding down my legs and then hit the floor around my ankles. He bent over and I lifted my feet so he could get my skirt off. He tossed it in the air and the guys cheered.



“Holy Fuck! Look at that!” I heard a voice and I saw guys pointing to me.



I looked down and saw for the first time what Frances must have been doing between my legs. There was a perfect rose on my stomach just above my pussy. It looked like it was growing out from between my legs.



My Daddy put his hands on my hips and then I felt his warm breath on my pussy as he bent over. The crowd cheered. He turned and high-fived Kenny. He turned back to me and he was looking right at my pussy.



“That is fucking awesome!” Someone else said.



I looked down again and the stem of the rose seemed to actually come out of the side of my pussy. It was really beautiful.



I felt hands move around to my butt and then my Daddy pulled his little girl’s pussy into his face. His mouth hit my clit and I groaned.



My Daddy then started licking my pussy. The guys were going nuts. I felt hands on my legs and they spread me out a little. My pussy opened up for my Dad and he licked all the way down it. His tongue was warm and soft and wonderful. I felt myself shudder and then he licked over my clit and I grabbed him by the shoulders. My body was out of control, my Father was licking my pussy in front of a room full of guys. I finally lost it and I came hard. I screamed and pulled my Daddy’s head into my crotch. He kept licking and I kept cumming. I was shaking all over and trying not to fall down. His hands were tight on my ass and his tongue was flying around his little girl’s pussy.



My orgasm died down and I collapsed over my Father. I felt hands pick me up and then I was bent over the table. I felt the first cock hit my pussy and slide in deep. I closed my eyes as I got fucked hard. The cock shot in me after only a minute or two and then I was turned over on my back. I saw Kenny moving back and tucking away his soft cock. I had been fucked by my brother’s best friend. I had always thought he was cute but now his cum was sitting in my pussy and it was looking like a lot more of my brother’s friends were waiting to do the same.



“Look at those tits, they are amazing!” I heard a voice and turned my head to see Bobby reaching out to touch me.



Bobby was in Kyle’s kindergarten class so he has known me since I was a baby. This was weird. He pinched my nipples and wiggled them around. I felt my boobs bounce as he twisted my nipples.



“I’m next, move.” I heard a familiar voice.



My brother Kyle was stepping up between my legs and pulling out his cock. It was pretty big, not Tony or Nate size but not small. He looked right at me and lined it up with my open pussy. He smiled and slid it inside me. It was nice and big and felt good. My brother had his cock inside me. I was having trouble wrapping my head around this. I watched his face as he started fucking me. He was good, he did not go too fast but he was moving enough to make my boobs bounce. I felt every stroke as he moved in and out of me. I saw my legs up in the air and realized I was still wearing the black stockings and heels. It looked a little strange, almost like a porno. The porn girls always seemed to keep their shoes on when they got fucked. Why was that? I was wondering about that when my brother dumped a load of cum into his little sister. He stepped away and another cock slid into me before I even realized who it was attached to.



This one was Jimmy, he played baseball with my little brother Cory. He was probably only a couple of years older than me. He had liked me for a while. I wonder what he would think if he knew exactly who he was fucking. I smiled at him and he smiled back. He came inside me and stepped back. I looked around and realized I was going to get fucked by all of the guys standing around. I counted twelve of them. Three of them had already been inside me, nine to go. I felt another cock slide in and then I felt hands on my face, turning my head to the side.



A cock was in my face and then it touched my lips. I opened my mouth and it slid in. It was salty but I was pretty sure it had not been in my pussy. I know what I taste like and there was no taste of cum. The cock starting moving in and out of my mouth slowly. The hands were on my head and I was trying to use my tongue as it moved in and out. I just relaxed and held my mouth open so he could fuck me in the face. The cock in my pussy was really moving fast and I felt his hands on my legs, pushing them as he fucked me hard.



I felt a little tingle in my pussy as another orgasm started to rumble. The cock in my pussy finished and another took its place. My mouth was wide open and then the cock in my mouth hit the back of my throat and I felt a spurt of cum hit my throat. He shot two more loads into my mouth and I swallowed most of it. Some of it did leak out and ran down my chin. I looked up and saw Cory moving away from me. My brother had just cum in my mouth. Another weird feeling. Another cock slid into my mouth and I just closed my eyes.



At least three more cocks came in my mouth and four more fucked my pussy. I was lying across the table and my body was about numb. I had cum all over my chin and I knew there was a pool next to my head. My pussy felt like a mess and I felt warm wetness under my butt. I wondered how long this would go on. I guess I would just lay here until they were all done.



“Ok Tom, your turn. Get in there.” I heard a voice and opened my eyes.



Kenny’s daddy was between my legs and then I felt his cock enter me. He was pretty big and it felt kinda nice. He was always nice to me, I wondered what he would think if he knew. He fucked me for about three or four minutes and then he came in me and stepped back. I caught my breath in my throat for a second as my father pulled out his cock. It was nice and big. He stepped forward and sunk it easily into me. He grabbed my legs and started to move in and out. His eyes were not focused, I knew he was drunk. I laid there while my Daddy fucked me. I did not know what to think or feel. I guess I was just a slut to him, some girl just there to get fucked. One of Tony’s whores. I felt a little tear run out of my eyes and drop into the pool of cum on the table.



My Daddy stepped away and suddenly I was all alone. I closed my eyes. I don’t know if I slept or not but I felt someone lift me. I was carried to the middle of the room and I saw Amanda lying on her back across a small card table. She looked well fucked too, her face was covered in cum and her pussy looked messy. I was carried over to the table and placed face down over Amanda. My face was over her pussy and I felt my pussy land on her face. Her pussy was really messy. There was cum everywhere. I felt a hand on my head and then my face was pushed down into her.



I started licking the cum out and off of her. I felt her tongue doing the same to me. It felt nice. I noticed something and then a cock entered Amanda. It was only a couple of inches from my face and I put my tongue on it as it slid back and forth. I felt something behind me and a cock slid into my pussy. I knew what Amanda was seeing now and I felt bad, her face was probably getting coated with cum leaking out of me. This was not how I wanted my first encounter with her to be like.



I felt hands grab my hair and my head was jerked up a bit. The cock in Amanda’s pussy slid out and then pushed into my mouth. I tried to open my mouth wide and it went in and out a few times and then sunk back into Amanda.



“Wow, this is nice, I am not sure what hole I like best.” A voice above me and the cock slid back into my mouth.



“You haven’t tried them all yet.” Another voice above me.



“Are you serious?” Someone said.



“This is Tony’s house, anything goes.” The voice above me and the cock left my mouth.



The hands let go of my hair and then I saw Amanda’s legs getting bent back. I was looking right at her crotch and there was a cock getting ready to slide into her ass. It touched her asshole for a second and then slid in easily. She was very well lubricated with all of the cum leaking out of her pussy. The cock slid deep and I felt Amanda lurch beneath me. The cock moved in and out of her ass and then I felt a cock at my ass. I clinched my ass cheeks but it pushed into me anyways. I was getting my ass fucked now in front of 20 guys I had known my whole life. I was happy that I couldn’t see who it was.



This went on for another 30 minutes or so and I lost track of how many cocks were in my ass and pussy. I was getting really tired. I tried to close my eyes and lay my head down but someone would grab my hair and shove a cock in my mouth. It was tough to sleep through that. I eventually noticed that there was no cock around my head and I didn’t think there was one in my ass or pussy. I did lie my head down on Amanda’s pussy.



“Guys, one more thing before everyone leaves. I need a special scene with Rose.” I heard Tony’s voice.



I heard some talking and then I was lifted up and off of Amanda. She looked to be asleep. Her poor body was covered in cum and her legs were spread wide. I felt bad but I figured I was no better. I was carried across the room and I saw my Daddy lying across a table on his back. He was naked and his cock was soft and lying across his thigh. I was placed on my feet. I looked up to see Tony.



“Rose, I need you to do your magic and get this hard.” He said and nodded to my Daddy’s cock.



I looked at him but I did not see compassion. I saw a stern face, a face that demanded obedience from one of his whores. I lowered my head and took my Daddy’s cock in my hand. It was small and soft and I sucked it into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and sucked it deep in my mouth. I wondered if I was going to be able to get it hard again. I grabbed his balls and rubbed them gently. I sucked him softly and ran my tongue all over my Father’s cock. He was getting hard again, I felt him growing in my mouth. I heard him groan and a familiar hand touched the back of my head. I kept sucking and soon his cock was rock hard. I picked up my head and looked at Tony, still holding my Daddy’s cock.



“Good girl, now climb up there and sit on it.” Tony ordered.



I climbed on the table and straddled my Daddy. I lined up his cock and then sat down on it slowly. It went far up into my stomach and I was sitting on my Father’s lap, his cock buried deep in his little girl.



“That a girl, now Kyle, pick a hole. I need a family picture.” Tony said.



I looked over quickly and Tony was laughing and high-fiving Kyle and Cory. They had no idea how true his statement was. I could not believe this was going to happen. The guys were chanting Kyle’s name and he was walking next to me. He moved behind he and I felt his hands on my hips. Someone pushed me forward and my boobs were now hanging over my Daddy’s face. Kyle spread my ass cheeks and slid his cock into my butt. I felt so full, two cocks in me at the same time. I tried to move my body but I was pinned by my family’s cocks.



“Good choice, that is a prime ass.” Tony’s voice.



“Cory, step on up and take your spot.” Tony again.



I saw Cory move in front of me and take hold of my hair. He put his cock in front of my face.



“Baby girl, go ahead and swallow it. Take all of the family in your little body.” Tony said and laughed.



The guys were chanting our last name as I swallowed my little brother’s cock. He slid all the way into my throat and I felt his hair tickling my nose. He was holding my head in place and my hands were on the table next to my Daddy’s head.



“What a family portrait, with a Rose in the middle.” Tony’s voice and everyone cheered.



Cory pulled out of my throat and I was able to breathe. He just kept his cock in my mouth and Kyle started moving in and out of my ass. It was even tighter with my Daddy’s cock buried in my pussy. How did I get here? I started remembering me lying on my bed, thinking of my college boyfriend, when the doorbell rang for the first time and I saw Tony on my doorstep. I remember thinking he was cute but way too old for me. Then he and Hank fucked me on my parent’s bed and now my entire family was fucking me at the same time.



“This is so fucking cool Tony, can we borrow her for our family reunion?” Kyle said.



“I am sure she would love to be there, maybe you guys could get some more of the family involved. Rose is a trooper, she would love it.” Tony said and laughed an evil laugh.



I thought of all my uncles and cousins and how disturbing it would be to fuck my entire extended family. God, I hoped Tony would not make me do that. Kyle stopped fucking my ass and was now moving my hips up and down on my Daddy’s cock. I could feel my Daddy sliding in and out of my pussy. Cory’s cock was still in my mouth but I was able to look down. My Daddy’s eyes were open and he was trying to focus. His hands moved up and grabbed my boobs. He squeezed them hard and I moaned around my brother’s cock.



Kyle started moving in and out of my ass again and would lift my hips at the same time so I was actually fucking him and my Daddy together. Cory started moving his cock in my mouth. I tried to relax but the stimulation was too much for me. I felt my body heating up and I tried to stop it. I tried to move my head or my hips but I couldn’t. My Daddy was pinching my nipples and now I felt another hand under me and it touched my clit. I tried to look but I couldn’t see.



“C’mon baby girl, cum for us, cum with three cocks inside of you.” Tony’s voice in my ear and now I knew who was probably rubbing my clit.



I didn’t want to but that didn’t seem to matter. My pussy spasmed and my orgasm hit me hard. I screamed but it came out as a mumble. My body lurched up but Kyle held onto my hips. I shook for at least 30 seconds as I was hit with the biggest blast of pleasure I had ever felt. I lost track of what was happening and I was brought back to reality when I felt a shot of warm cum hit my throat. Cory pulled out and blasted another load into my mouth. I tried to swallow it to keep it from dripping on my Dad.



“Oh yes, take this you little whore.” I heard from behind and I felt Kyle push deep into my ass.



I knew he was cumming in me, I thought I felt a warm feeling deep inside but I wasn’t sure. He pulled out and then he started slamming me up and down on my Daddy. I tried to keep Cory in my mouth but I was struggling. I kept sucking on him and he was softening. I heard my Daddy groan below me and I felt him cum inside my pussy.

The car bumped and slid along the winding dirt track, its tyres occasionally losing their grip in the rocks and gravel, at times spinning without any traction at all — despite the ultra modern suspension of the car, the two occupants bounced around on their plush leather seats as if they were caught in a middle of an earthquake.



“Are you sure you know where you’re going?”



Jennifer Aniston turned towards her best friend Courteney Cox, a sarcastic smile plastered across her face.



“Of course I know where I am going! Have you ever known me to get lost?”



Courteney let out a small laugh as she held onto the seat of the car as it bucked wildly on the dirt track. “God yes, didn’t you once get lost driving home from a party that was only two blocks from your house?”



Her eyes never left the view in front of her, as her hands tightly gripping the wheel of the Mercedes as it made its way slowly along the dirt track.



“Yes but you can’t count that time, you know that. I was drunk out of my mind, how I made it home in one piece I’ll never know!”. Jennifer shook her head a few times as if to emphasise how lucky she was.



“Well I think we’re lost now, I can’t recognise anything out here!”



They both cast their eyes out of the car, viewing the landscape of the area as it went past their windows. It was mostly flat countryside with a few trees here and there, but nothing much else — a few times they would pass a building that had all it’s windows and doors boarded up, but other than that they would see no sign of life.



“Why can’t you admit we’re lost!” Courteney exclaimed exasperatedly, her voice tinged with a little bit of anger.



“Because!”



“Because?,” Courteney repeated. “Because is not a good enough answer – we’re lost and to top it all of we’re late for David’s wedding reception. He is going to be pissed off at us — no sorry strike that, he’s going to be pissed off at you, its all your fault!”



Jennifer’s eyes continued to scan the track as she drove, looking for any familiar landmarks. “Well I don’t know why Schwimmer had to hold his reception wait out here in the desert. As I told him many times there are plenty of hotels in in Hollywood or Los Angeles or even bloody New York. I say it’s his fault we’re lost!”



Courtney picked up her hand bag and started to rummage through it.



“What are you looking for?” Jennifer asked.



“I’ll tell you when I find it!” she replied curtly. Courteney continued to look through her handbag, looking in every pocket, unzipping ever zip and even tossing an odd item out — finally in exasperation she turned her handbag upside down, shaking it vigorously until all the contents had fallen onto the floor of the car.



“Ahh here it is!” she exclaimed as she picked an item off the floor of the car.



“Here what is?” asked Jennifer



Courtney held up the item in the air as if she had just found a nugget of gold. “The invitation — the invitation to David’s wedding reception with the street by street instructions on how to get there.” She even shoved in front of Jennifer’s face for a few seconds as she drove.



“Well why didn’t you show me that before we left?”



Courteney threw her hands up in annoyance. “Didn’t you get the same invitation? Why didn’t you have a look at your invitation?”



“Because I didn’t get one.”



“What!!!”



Jennifer slammed on the brakes of the Mercedes causing both of them to be thrown forward violently only to be pulled back by their seatbelts.



“He didn’t send me one ok!,” she responded angrily. “Look I know things haven’t been that good between us lately but I didn’t think he wasn’t going to invite me to his wedding!”



“So you are just going to crash his wedding?”



“I figured we would just sort it out once I go there. Look we’re late as it is, try them on your cell phone, may be they could give you directions from here.”



Courtney searched through her handbag for a second until she found her cell phone. A worried look spread across her face as she studied the screen of her cell phone.



“Damn!”



“What’s wrong now?”



“There’s no reception way out here! The cell phone is practically useless.” She angrily tossed it back in her bag. “What do we do now?” she asked with the same worried look on her face.



“I think we just turn around and get back on the main highway, there’s got to be someone we can ask for directions there.”



“That’s a good idea” Courteney agreed, nodding her head a few times to show support.



Jennifer pressed down on the accelerator but the Mercedes did not move — there was an loud clunking noise from the engine and then silence. Her repeated turning of the ignition key provided no answers as each time the engine did nothing more than turn over a few times before dying into the same silence as before.



“Shit!,” Jennifer shouted in frustration before banging her hands against the steering wheel a few times in anger. “I knew I should have got this heap of junk serviced a week ago! What do we fucking do now?”



Courteney twisted her head around to scan their immediate vicinity “I haven’t seen any other cars pass by here in the last hour and I don’t think any more will come soon. I think our only chance is to head back to garage we passed about twenty minutes ago.” She opened the door of the car and planted one foot on the ground outside before turning back to her companion.



“Coming?” she asked.



“You’ve got be to joking,” Jennifer answered.”You expect us to walk back to that garage dressed in these clothes and with high heels on? No I’m not going!” She shook her head to emphasise her decision.



“Suit yourself — but I wouldn’t want to stay here all alone” She stepped out of the car closing the door with a bang before walking slowly down the dirt track, back in the direction whence they had come. She had barely made five yards when she heard a car door slam shut behind her.



“Courtney wait up!” Jennifer shouted. Courteney stopped where she was and waited until her best friend caught up with her.



Dwayne Thomas could scarcely believe the sight he was viewing through the cracked and broken glass of his garage window. In the distance, walking towards his garage were the figures of the two of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He stood at the dirty and broken window as the two figures approached slowly, each step they took throwing a cloud of dust up in the air — as they got closer he could make tall blonde wearing a slinky sparkling short dress, her long legs looking tanned as they strode slowly towards him. Her friend was wearing a full length blue strapless dress that had a huge slit on one side, showing that she was wearing black stockings. Her long black hair was flying about in the wind.



He turned to his two companions who were sitting nearby onto two wooden boxes playing cards on a small table. “Hey Joe and Caleb come an have a eyeful on what is heading this way!”



Joe a strongly built man of Italian descent leaned his wooden box against a wall. “What is it, can’t you see we’re busy!”



“Just come and have a look you lazy sod!”



They both rose, making their way slowly to the same window where Dwayne was standing.



“Geez they’re fucking gorgeous, who do you think they are?” Caleb offered as he peered through the window.



“I don’t know,” Dwayne replied “They do seem familiar but I can’t put any names to their faces.” All three men stared entranced as the two figures made their way up the driveway of the garage stopping just outside the front door.



The garage appeared in the distance, a solitary building surrounded by emptiness on all sides — slowly it loomed larger with each step they took, their expensive high heels kicking up a cloud of dust as they walked. They moved, with Courteney leading the way, no one saying a word until they both suddenly stopped, their eyes taking in the run down building before them.



The garage consisted of an rectangular shaped building with three garages and what appeared to be an office — two of the garages were open with their wooden doors about to fall off their hinges. The remainder of the building appeared to be in no better shape with broken windows and cracks n the brickwork — two petrol bowsers covered in cobwebs stood out the front, completing the disastrous picture.



Jennifer turned to face Courteney as they stood staring at the run down garage. “This place looks like a bloody dump, I knew it was a mistake coming here!”



“Look this place is the only hope of fixing your fucking car — there is no other place around for miles. If you want to get to David’s reception this is our only hope. You’re quite welcome to stay out here but I’m going inside.”



Courteney turned on the spot and walked to the door of the office area, which she held open.



“Come on get inside” she exclaimed, gesturing with her head for Jennifer to go inside.



“Alright!”



Jennifer walked inside, quickly followed by Courteney who shut the door her.



Dwayne watched as she walked in, her sunglass covered eyes scanning the office area in an almost three hundred and sixty degree arc, by rotating her body where she stood. She removed her sunglasses, her green eyes sparkling even in the dull light of the office before she swept her hand through her wind swept hair in a vain attempt to



“Can I help you ladies?” Dwayne asked, his tone of voice a little threatening as he wiped the grease from his hands with a rag.



“Listen my car broke down about a mile down the road, I was -”



“Sorry can’t help you!” he interrupted her.



“I’m sorry?”



“I said I can’t help you — we’re full at the moment, could not squeeze another car in” he responded as he tossed the rag away.



Jennifer stood stunned looking at his facial expression which was a mixture of a sneer and smile. He noticed that the top half of his overalls were tied around his waist, leaving his sun tanned chest in full view.



“You don’t have any other cars here!” Courteney exclaimed as she stood behind Jennifer. There was a noise behind them as Joe and Caleb made their presence felt.



“As Dwayne told you we can’t help you ladies — so hurry back to the the city or whenever you came from and get your rich sugar daddies to help you” Joe exclaimed as he stood directly behind them.



“Excuse me!,” Jennifer voice was more than a shout, struggling to contain her anger. “How do you expect us to get anywhere with a broken down car. This is the last bloody garage for miles!”



They both watched as Dwyane’s face break into a smile as he leaned against the office counter. “As I said we can’t help you — unless you willing to offer something in return to pay for these repairs, we can’t help you”.



Courteney watched as Jennifer turned on the spot and walked out slamming the door behind her. She followed her out and quickly caught up with her.



“Where are you going?” she asked as he held Jennifer’s arm stopping her. “We have to get that car fixed if we are going anywhere — so march right back in there until they say they are going to fix it! Use your fucking sex appeal to do it I don’t care but just get that car fixed!”



“You’re joking!”



“No I’m not. If I have to drag you back in there myself I will do it.”



“Ok Ok” Jennifer answered resigned to the fact that there was no other way.



Jennifer took a deep breath and opened the door and walked in, followed quickly by Courteney.



“Listen I think we got off on the wrong foot before. We really have to get our car fixed and I will do anything to get it fixed.” She flashed a mischievous smile as her hands played with her blonde hair.



“Anything?” Dwayne queried.



Jennifer walked towards him, the smile plastered across her lips — she stood just in front of him as she let his fingers playfully run down his tanned chest.



“Anything.” she answered as her fingers felt the hardness of his chest as they slid slowly down.



Suddenly without warning his hand grabbed hers, his fingers tightly wrapping against her wrist. He held her hand still for just a moment before dragging it down towards his groin – rubbing her fingers against his groin, she could feel the bulge of his erect member even through the thick material of his overalls. His hand let go his grip of her wrist, yet her fingers still continued their journey feeling the impressive length and thickness of his imprisoned member.



Dwyane slowly undid his overalls tied at his waist, letting them slide down his legs revealing his briefs which hand a snake like bulge straining against the thin material.



“You know what you have to do” he suggested his face in a devilish grin.



Jennifer’s finger traced a path along the bulge, feeling its hardness almost as if she was afraid it was a snake about to burst out and attack her. She tried to stop her hand from moving, from touching his straining to be released man meat but she could not help herself — her fingers slipped inside his briefs, letting her fingers run along his shaft before she grabbed hold pulling it free of its prison. It flopped out in front of her face like a jack in a box toy, bouncing about before it stood erect like a flagpole.



Her green eyes peered up at his smiling face as is she was unsure of what to do next. “Put it your mouth baby, taste it – you know you want to.”



Jennifer let her hand wrap around his shaft, letting her fingers slide up and down his shaft, his fingers feeling the warmth generated by his ten inch cock before she opened her mouth wide. He slid it into her open mouth slowly, impaling the full length of his shaft down her throat before pulling out — tendrils of saliva trailed from her mouth as he withdrew, their gossamer like strands glistening in the light.



She sucked in air as his cock stood erect only inches from her face before she let it slide into her mouth, letting her lips slowly travel up and down its rock hard shaft. She could not control herself — it was as if this lowly mechanic had a magical hold on her, controlling her every action. The thought flashed through her mind that the paparazzi would have a field day — here she was world famous television and movie star caught sucking cock of dirty mechanic but she did not care as her head started to bob up and down on his shaft.



“Oooh yeah baby that’s it….your a natural!” he moaned as his hands held her blonde hair as his shaft disappeared repeatedly down her throat.



Jennifer bent her long legs at the knees, letting her high heels support her weight while using one hand to run along his ten inch shaft as it slammed into her mouth and down her throat — her other hand clung desperately at various times to his leg or the counter in an occasional losing battle to maintain her balance. This was the largest male sex organ she had ever allowed to slip into her beautiful mouth — it was much larger than Brad’s and it was even larger than Matt LeBlanc’s which was regularly rammed into her mouth and pussy in their secret liaisons during Friends.



Joe could not take his eyes off Jennifer as she bent her long legs at the knees, Dwayne’s cock sliding past her rose coloured lips. His hand slid up and down his own shaft as he watched saliva trickle down from the corner of her lips as his balls slapped against her pretty face with a ‘thwack’ sound. Her blonde hair flew about wildly as her body was rocked back on forth on her heels by the force of each thrust — finally he could wait no longer.



“Here I come baby!” he exclaimed as he made his way over to her position — he stood directly behind her for just a moment as his nostrils were filled by the sweet smell of her perfume before he hooked one arm under her abdomen, lifting her body until her legs were straight. His hands lifted the hem of her dress up slowly, scrunching the material up around her waist revealing her gorgeous panty covered ass.



She could feel his cold hands on her ass and her arm swung backwards in an unconvincing and feeble attempt to push him away.



“No…..no” slipped from her mouth in a whispered tone, in one last lame attempt to stop him as his fingers slipped inside the crotch of her panties, pulling it to one side. The soft skin of her pussy glistened before his eyes before her buried his face between her legs letting his tongue and lips delve and bite upon her wetness.



Jennifer’s legs threatened to give way from under her as Joe’s attack on her pussy intensified as she threw her head upwards in pure pleasure, her large hoop earrings twinkling softly.



“Ohhhh god!,” she moaned loudly. “Please don’t stop…..please.”



Her eyes had a clear view of the office area for the first time as her body trembled with delight as Joe’s tongue rapidly probed her wet pussy. She caught sight of Courteney who was on her knees nearby, her black stocking clad legs splayed out beneath her on the floor. Her blue strapless dress had been pulled down together with her bra and both were now balled up around her waist, leaving her breasts exposed. A man, naked from the waist down, was holding the sides of her head as he pumped his cock repeatedly into her mouth as rivers of saliva oozed from her mouth, dripping down her freckled skin onto her breasts. Jennifer could see her blue eyes peering up at the man as his cock slid past her lips and she wondered what kind of sexual trap she had led them into.



Courteney had watched in astonishment as her best friend had let a ten inch cock to be pumped into her mouth — she had never seen her give in so easily, to allow her body so readily to be used as a man’s personal sex toy. She had stared, entranced as his shaft pumped in and out of her mouth creating a bulge in her cheek as it slid repeatedly down into her throat, completely unaware of the man behind her.



Caleb wrapped his arms around her chest, letting his hand softly squeeze her breasts through the thin material of her dress. He was so close that he could see the little hairs standing up on her neck gently wave as his hot breath blew on her neck. She offered no resistance as she let his teeth and lips nuzzle her neck before he raised her lips almost directly to her ear.



“Do you like watching your beautiful friend sucking cock?” he whispered.



She could not lie — the sight of Dwayne’s cock pumping in and out of Jennifer’s mouth was turning her on.



“Yes…” she answered as his hands now slid under the top of her dress, his fingers slipping under her bra to play with her nipples. Her body squirmed as he kissed his way up her neck, his teeth softly nuzzling the soft skin.



“Do you want to feel my cock in your mouth…to taste it deep in your throat?”



His hands slid slowly out of her dress, before he hooked his fingers on either side, pulling it roughly down her body in one go — the upper part of dress, together with her bra was now bunched up around her waist, leaving her breasts exposed.



“Yes…” she answered breathlessly as his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and slapping her breasts so hard at times they left red marks.



“Say it ……tell me you want my cock in your pretty little mouth…beg for it!”



Courteney had never been teased like this before, not even by her husband as this unknown man had got her so worked up, so horny that she felt her body was ready to explode. His fingers teased her and pinched her nipples as the words stammered out of her mouth.



“Please fuck my …….mouth….with your….cock……I need….it …I want to taste it.”



Caleb placed his hand on her waist, spinning her around on the spot — she was surprised to see how young he was the brief moment she saw his smiling face before he pushed her down onto her knees. His cock swung like pendulum only centimetres from her face before he playfully whipped it across her face and cheek — he ran the head of his cock against her lips before she opened her mouth wide, letting him slide his entire shaft down her throat.



“That’s it….let it slide deep down your throat.”

She could feel his pubic hair brush against her face as his shaft was embedded deep in her throat causing her to gag slightly before he withdrew.



“You ready for more?” he asked.



Courteney simply nodded her head before he slid his cock slid into her mouth and began to pump, as his hands held onto the sides of her head. Her lips closed around his shaft as he fucked her face, his strokes so powerful and fast she hardly had the opportunity to breathe — saliva trickled from her mouth in little streams, running down her face and chin and onto her breasts.



She could feel his cock slide into her mouth in a steady pace, his balls slapping against her chin with every stroke. Her moaning seem to drift in the air of the office mixing together with all the other sounds producing a constant cacophony of nakedness colliding and their constant loud groans of pleasure. She could not believe what was happening to her — what started out as an innocent and routine drive to a wedding reception had transcended into a wild and brutal no holes barred sex orgy.



Her eyes were peering upwards at his, drawn to his flashing green eyes as if hypnotised as he continued to slam his cock into her mouth when suddenly he pulled out. She had spat out a mouthful of saliva when his hand grabbed hold of her arm and roughly lifting her to her feet. His fingers fumbled for the zip of her dress as she stood trying to maintain her balance, trying to make sense of what was happening.



Courteney watched her dress fall silently to the floor around her feet, leaving her dressed only in panties and a pair of black stockings — for a strange moment there was total silence in the room until not even waiting for her to step out of her fallen dress, he pulled aside the crotch of her panties and slid his cock into her. His hands held her sides as he slammed his cock at almost vertical angle into her, each powerful stroke lifting her body partially into the air.



“Fuck…..Oh god oh god!”



The loud scream of her complete surprise filled the room as one of his hands slid up her body to feel her breasts as he fucked her. She felt her body turning with each powerful stroke almost as if they were standing on a lazy susan that was being turned around inch by inch — at times she felt her legs threaten to give way from under her and the only thing that saved her from toppling over was his arm around her waist.



Her eyes caught sight of Jennifer who was now on her hands and knees on the floor. Her gold sequinned dress, which she had only recently forked out $1,500 for was now bunched up around her waist and her panties were around her ankles. The light in the office glinted and sparkled off her sequinned dress as it shook violently as a man standing behind her drove his cock in and out of her pussy, while a second man had slid underneath her, his mouth attached to one of her breasts like a young baby drawing milk. Loud constant moans slipped from her lips as the man fucking her from behind held onto her hair causing her head to rear upwards — suddenly their eyes met for a brief instant, with Jennifer offering a weak smile as the massive cock was slammed into her from behind.



Jennifer could feel her body shake as Dwayne pumped his ten inch cock into her tight pussy — her body was positioned on all fours, with her knees and hands on the wooden floor, her panties around her ankles just above her high heels, with a man underneath sucking and biting ravenously at her swinging breasts. She had never been in this situation sexually before — in a totally subservient role, relinquishing all control or say in what was done to her, dominated completely by men. Her body felt like it was ready to explode from within, strangely awash with intense feelings of pain and pleasure at the same time.



“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she could hear herself repeating over and over again as if it was some kind of prayer. His cock seemed to penetrate deeper into her body, to literally fuck her harder than any cock she had felt or experienced before throwing her body off kilter. She could feel his body press against her bare back, his cock still relentlessly slamming into her.



“Do you want to feel my cock up your ass?” he said, his gravelly voice sounding strange in her ears — at first she did offer a response, only letting a series of muffled groans slip from her lips.



He slammed his cock harder into her pussy, ramming it inside her with all his strength causing her to release a loud scream of pain and pleasure.



“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” he repeated.



“Yes….yes” the words almost came out in a mumble her body in quandary not knowing how to react with ten inches of cock embedded deep inside her.



Jennifer felt him pull out of her and she rolled over sitting on her naked ass on the wooden floor, her long legs outstretched in front of her — as she drew in her deep breaths she could see Courteney laid out on her back on a old table completely naked except for a pair of stockings and one high heel which clung precariously to her foot as she was fucked by the man standing before her. The table that held her naked body aloft shook violently with every stroke, appearing to be on the verge of collapse. She had never seen her best friend like this, with her stocking covered legs hanging off the end of the table whimpering like a school girl as she was fucked — her mouth uttered one moan after another only to be silenced as she watched the man who had suckled at her breasts walk over and slide his cock into her friends mouth.



Her reverie was broken as a large piece of tarpaulin was laid out in front of her, throwing up a small amount of dust as it hit the floor.



Dwayne eased his naked body onto the tarpaulin, his erect cock swinging to and fro as he lay on his back on the cream coloured material.



Jennifer watched as he made himself comfortable on the tarpaulin, his darkly tanned skin contrasting starkly against the light colour of the material. Her eyes took in his naked form as he moved about on the tarpaulin — he was not really type of man she was attracted to, with a mop of curly hair on his Spanish or Mexican features. His almost hairless chest was rippling with muscles as it rose and fell as he breathed, his hand jacking his ten inch cock.



He raised his head off the tarpaulin, his eyes appearing to look directly into hers. “Come on babe, climb aboard. Times a wastin!”



She reached down and slipped her panties, which were still around her ankles, off her high heels. Jennifer rose slowly, her long legs at times struggling to keep upright as her heels slipped on the tarpaulin.



“I don’t let every man fuck me up my ass, you know!” she exclaimed as she straddled his prone body.



“Well you’re in luck, I’m not every man honey — I’m something special because you’re in for the fucking ride of your life!”



Jennifer smiled as she lowered her body, placing one hand on the tarpaulin to balance herself — with the other hand she grabbed hold of his shaft guiding it to rest at the entrance of her ass hole. A simple bend of her knees dropped her body onto his shaft, letting it slide slowly into her ass.



“Oh fuck!” she screamed as she felt ten inches of man meat trying to force its way up her tiny ass hole. Her breathing slowed even though her lungs felt suddenly devoid of air and she was left gasping for air as her ass hole was stretched to accommodate his entire shaft.



“Oh yeah!,” Dwayne exclaimed as his entire ten inch shaft embedded itself up her ass. “Ready?”



She tried to compose herself, moving about slightly until she felt comfortable balancing her naked body on his cock, impaled deep within her ass. Jennifer opened her legs wider, planting her high heels as firmly as she could on the tarpaulin in front of her as she placed the palms of her hands on his chest to steady herself.



“Yes” she answered.



She had no sooner let the word slip from her lips when he started to pump hard, using his hips, knees, legs and hands in one combined effort to power his cock in and out the very small and tight space that was her ass hole. Jennifer felt every part of her body shake from her breasts right down to the very end of her fingertips and toes — her long blonde hair flew about wildly, so much so that at times it wrapped around her eyes, temporarily blinding her. Her body felt that it was literally lifted in the air with each upward stroke of his cock, her high heel clad feet lifting what appeared to be inches off the wooden floor each time.



“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” her voice sound shrill and breathless as his ten inch cock penetrated the confines of her ass hole with relentless speed and power. His hands gripped at her waist, trying to hold her steady as her body bounced about as if she was riding a bucking bull at a rodeo.



Jennifer could not believe what was happening to her — this was not normal and accepted practice for a famous television and movie star she thought, to let total strangers have their way with her, to let them slam their ten inch cock up her precious little ass hole but these thoughts were soon gone from her mind as his brutal ass fucking continued unabated.



Her hand slipped down her silky abdomen to rub the sensitive soft skin skin of her pussy as Dwayne’s cock slammed into her ass. She looked out across the office where she could see her best friend Courtney’s naked body lying atop a man whose cock was pumping into her pussy — another man was almost lying on top of her naked body, his knees and the palms of his hands resting on the wooden floor driving his cock into her ass hole. She seemed to be completely surrounded by naked male flesh with only parts of her body visible in between the two men — all Jennifer could see of her was that one of her stockings had now a huge tear down one side and that she had now lost both her high heels. Her head rested on the chest of the man below, her mouth emitting one long loud moan as the two cocks worked her over in unison.



Courteney was caught totally unprepared when Joe slipped his cock into her ass hole. Her first reaction was turn her head towards him and shout “Hey…..” but the other words that meant to come out of her mouth soon dissolved into nothing as he began to pump hard. She had never been involved in double penetration before and rarely let another man slide his cock up her ass. Her body was pressed down on the man below with her breast squashed up against his chest as his cock pumped into her pussy – she had torn her two hundred dollar stockings when she was dragged from the table onto the floor, her two expensive high heels had slipped from her feet, lost somewhere in the room and now her body was thrown into a state of confusion and disarray as two cocks penetrated her petite body for the first time.



Joe could feel her anal muscles close around his cock as soon as her entered her — he saw her head turn around and mouth a word to him but he could not hear or care what she had said. He could see her beautiful backside literally shake as the two cocks slammed into her small body. His lips kissed her back as his cock penetrated deeper and deeper into her ass with every stroke.



“Damn babe you’re nice and tight…..never had a cock up your ass before eh?”



Courtney was in no position to answer however as all the breath seemed to be knocked out her lungs, almost unable to draw in any more air.. She could only lay her body on top of the man below her, the only sounds she was able to form and come out of her lips were a series of guttural groans, one after the other. Her body shook violently even though it was wholly encased in naked male flesh as their two cocks worked her body over in unison — it literally felt to her that they were trying to tear her body apart.



She could just see, if she twisted her head one way, one of Jennifer’s high heel clad feet as it jumped about wildly. Her eyes could also see the lower naked part of man’s naked body and guessed that she must be riding his cock — she could just hear her muffled groans above the loud exhortations and heaving breathing of her two naked companions.



“Fuck!!” she screamed as the cock in her ass slammed into her hard, touching a sensitive spot. The scream come out of mouth sounding hoarse as if her throat had never felt a drop of water and seemed to reverberate around the office. Suddenly she could feel the man behind her start to move — two hands appeared under her legs and she was lifted into the air, his cock still embedded deep in her ass.



“Oh god….whoa..” Courteney exclaimed as her hands desperately reached out behind her, holding onto his shoulders by the tips of her fingers as he slid his cock into her ass.



“Hold on baby and enjoy the ride!” His hands supported her weight with a hand under each of her legs, his knees and hips providing the all the power as his cock enlarged her ass hole with every stroke.



“Oh god!,” she moaned with every thrust of his cock seemingly striking deeper and deeper inside her body. “I’m trying to hang on….”



Joe held her body aloft, his hands gripping each of her stocking clad legs tightly, his thrusts into her ass not as fast as before but certainly more powerful. Their bodies rotated in unison, as his legs shifted with every thrust as if she was a child he was holding aloft above a crowd to see a parade.



Courtney had never been fucked like this before, held aloft in the air as a cock pummelled her ass. Their slowly rotating bodies gave her a birds eye view of the office.



“Let go of my shoulders I’ve got you.”



“Let go?…no I can’t” she responded concerned and frightened.



“Don’t worry I’ve got you babe…..I won’t let you fall!”



Her fingers slipped slowly from her tenuous grip on his shoulders leaving her body supported aloft only by his hands, one perched under each leg. She let her hands hang by her side as she tried to balance her body as his cock continued to slam in a steady rhythm into her tiny ass hole, every stroke rattling her tiny body to its core.



Courteney could hear her best friends loud moaning punctuated with frequent cries of “Fuck my ass!” or “Fuck it!” in a rather raspy voice before she could actually lay her her eyes on her — it wasn’t until Joe finally turned, her body carried in his hands, his cock still relentlessly pumping into her ass that she came into view.



Jennifer was on her knees, her long legs spread open behind her, her head resting on top of what looked like a large tarpaulin — behind her stood Dwayne his mop top of hair shaking about as he drove his ten inch cock at a almost vertical angle into her ass. Through shaking vision as her body shook violently with each stroke into her own ass and often blinded as her hair flung about her face covering her eyes she stared intently at the glistening cock sliding into Jennifer’s ass hole – she could not believe how beautiful Ms Aniston looked even though her naked body was drenched in sweat, a few grease stains and with a cock pounding her ass hole.



Her stare of admiration was interrupted when she felt her body being slowly lowered to the floor next to her best friends naked and moaning body. Courteney landed on the tarpaulin gently on her hands and knees, Joe’s cock sliding out of her ass hole with a ‘thump’ sound.



Dwayne watched as Courtney’s ass hole reacted as Joe’s cock slid out, appearing as if it was breathing as it as it opened and closed slightly. His slid his fingers into her ass hole slowly sliding them in and out, causing Courteney to squirm about wildly as his fingers played with her now engorged hole.



“Damn two gorgeous asses to play with!” exclaimed Dwayne as he pulled his cock out of Jennifer’s ass and turning his body slightly, proceeded to slide his cock into Courteney’s ass.



She could feel the head of his ten inch cock enter her ass, slowly forcing it’s way further inside.



“Oh my fucking god, it’s so big!” Courteney screamed as he pushed his shaft into her ass. She gritted her teeth as slowly but surely Dwayne pushed the full length of his shaft into her now resized hole. Her breathing was in short rapid breaths as he slowly began to pump, his fingers playing with the soft wet skin of her pussy



“Oh shit!”



Her body was in a state of confusion — his cock sliding in and out her ass produced the most intense pain she had ever experienced during sex but it also sent concentrated bursts of pleasure through her small body. Her torn stockings slid along the tarpaulin as each of his thrusts propelled her shaking body forward – her hands grabbed hold of the counter in front of her in a last ditch bid to stop her forward momentum.



Caleb watched as Jennifer’s naked ass wiggled before his eyes, her ass hole slowly contracting in size after her encounter with Dwayne’s monster. He was the youngest of the trio having only just turned twenty one and always felt that was the outsider, the loner of the group. His hand slid along his shaft as his eyes took in the sight of Courteney’s body shaking violently, her moans sounding like a whimpering dog as Dwayne’s ten inch cock slammed into her ass. Her face was buried on top of the tarpaulin, her arms outstretched in front of her acting as buffer to stop her sliding forward and smashing into the counter. He noticed that her ass now turning bright red in colour as the result of the brutal anal assault.



He moved swiftly and silently almost like a burglar attempting to evade the sensors of an alarm – before her knew it he was standing directly behind Jennifer’s naked ass, her glistening legs spread out behind her. His hand quickened it’s speed along his shaft before in a blink of an eye, he slipped his cock into her beautiful ass hole.



Jennifer Aniston felt his cock sliding into her ass hole, the power of each of her thrusts surprising her unprepared body. She could tell that he was not the same size as Dwayne but he more than made up for it in the speed and power of each of his thrusts — he was fucking her ass like a possessed madman. She twisted her head around, her green eyes noticing his young features as she flashed him a smile.



“Ohhhhhh goooood!,” the words seemed stuck in her mouth, finally slipping from her lips as his hands held her hips as his cock slammed into her ass. “That’s it……fuck my ass!”



Her voice was reduced almost to a whisper, her body reduced to a shaking mess as his frenzied attack on her ass continued unabated. She looked across at Courtney — she was now on all fours, on her knees and hands. Joe’s cock was now pumping into her mouth with Dwayne’s monster still splitting her ass cheeks. It was a sight of her best friend that she would not be able to erase from her mind and forget — her petite naked body glistening with sweat, the two black stockings she had carefully slipped on her legs this morning to avoid any runs were now ruined with several tears and holes. Her naked body rocked forward with every stroke in her ass, so much so that that cock in her mouth was pushed deep down her throat with every powerful thrust. It was not often that they talked about their sex lives with one another but she knew that experiencing this sexual adventure together will give them something to talk about and remember for the rest of their lives.



Courteney let her hands rest on Joe’s legs as his cock pumped into her mouth. Her body was on the verge of exploding — she had never felt anything like it before. An all consuming feeling of intense pleasure was sweeping in pulses through her body, originating between her spread legs almost at the



point where Dwayne’s cock threatened to split her body in two. Her moans came out muffled by the cock pumping in her mouth, sounding like she was gasping for air — even though her body was almost at the point of physical exhaustion her desire drove her on.



She could feel his cock literally expand in her mouth as her lips surrounded his shaft as it slid in and out. It had only pumped a few more times into her aching mouth and with his shaft still halfway lodged down her throat, it exploded sending a torrent of hot white cum directly into her mouth,

Holly Jenkins was 23. She hadn’t gone to college, as neither she nor her parents could afford it, and had been working the same dead-end job working the register at a bookstore since high school. She knew that she was gorgeous, and she had been told—frequently, and often loudly, by strangers in the street—that she had nice tits, but she was too proud to make a living off her looks. She had striking green eyes, silky dark hair hanging past her shoulders, and a dazzling smile. And she also had, as of a few days ago, a cursed ring fused to her hand.



Holly twisted the ring on her finger, or at least tried to. When it moved, it brought the skin it touched with it. The damn thing was fused with her, and it had been for five days now.



She’d gotten the ring online. It was supposed to be a migraine cure, and admittedly she hadn’t had a migraine since she’d gotten it. Her insurance had stopped covering her real medicine a month previously, and she couldn’t afford to pay for it out of pocket, not with her shitty retail job. The person selling the ring had claimed that it was magic, and migraines were only one of the many things it was said to cure.



Holly had immediately dismissed it as a scam, and had scrolled down to see what ridiculous amount the seller was asking for this piece of shit. It cost a penny. And so, because Holly was drunk and because the shipping was free, she bought it. No use not trying, she figured.



The box came in the mail the next day. The only thing inside was a tiny engraved wooden jewelry case. The instant Holly opened the case, the hangover she’d been nursing since getting up vanished. The headache went away with such abruptness that she dropped the little box. She stooped to pick it up, cursing, but stopped. The ring was already on her finger.



After a few hours of prying at the thing, it became very clear to her that it wasn’t going anywhere. To take her mind off of her growing panic, she booted up her dinosaur of a laptop and checked her email. She had a new message from the seller of the ring, and she read through it with growing horror.



Dear buyer,



I thank you for quite literally taking that horrible thing off my hands, and apologize for what it will probably do to you. The only thing I can offer is this warning about the ring’s effects, and I hope that it will keep you safe until you can foist it off on some other unlucky bastard. The ring will, as advertised, cure most ailments. For as long as you have it on your finger, you will be ageless, immune to all sickness, and numb to any serious pain. All injuries will heal at a rapid pace. That’s the good news.



The bad news is that as long as you wear the ring, you will be unable to disobey any demand or request made of you between sunset and sunrise. Nighttime is now your enemy.



The only way to rid yourself of the ring is to give the box to someone and have them accept the ring as theirs. This is harder than it sounds, and you may feel guilty for doing it, but it is better them than you just as it is better you than me. Once again, I am sorry. Do not try to contact me, as I will never check this email address again.



Holly sent a few furious emails, but there was no response. She wanted to believe that it was all some sort of weird prank, but it was hard to disbelieve in the magic of a ring imbedded in her finger, especially after she gave herself a paper cut and watched it seal up in a manner of minutes. So she stayed inside and stopped answering her phone after dark. She put the stupid ring up for sale online, with the same pitch and price that had nabbed her, but so far there were no takers. And so she had managed to go almost a whole week without talking to anyone at night. But she had a late shift scheduled for Wednesday, tonight, and she couldn’t afford to turn down hours. She steeled herself and headed to work.







It was several hours later, and Holly hurried along the sidewalk, nervously glancing from side to side. She had avoided trouble at work, but now it was quite fully dark out, and that worried her. Walking city streets at night was dangerous enough for a young woman under normal circumstances, and even more so in her current predicament. The predicament, she was coming to realize, that she would be in for the rest of eternity if she couldn’t get someone to take the ring off her. The thought made her head spin.



She shouldn’t have offered to work late, that had been very stupid. She had managed to avoid talking to anyone after dark so far by sequestering herself in her apartment, but of course that was never going to last forever. Unlike this curse.



“Hey!”



No, no, no. Shit.



A group of rowdy college guys had come around the corner across the street, and one of them had spotted her. “Hey sexy! Woo!” they were all whistling at her now, and she walked faster. If she could just get out of earshot before…



“Show us your tits!”



The curse came into effect for the first time. A shudder ran up her spine as something sort of silky moved inside her head. Obviously these were nice guys, and giving them a bit of a show wouldn’t hurt anything. She was already unbuttoning her shirt as she turned back to face the group.



The guys fell silent as her black lacy D-cup bra came into view, but for a few mutters of “Holy shit.” She finished with the buttons and reached up to her cleavage, popping the front clasp and setting her breasts free of their confines. Her nipples, large and pink, hardened as they met the cool night air. She flashed a grin at the stunned partygoers, then spun around, stuffing her tits back in and trying desperately to button up.



The ring was real. It was real magic. She’d known that already, of course, but now it hit her like a wave. She’d obeyed the demand without thinking. It had seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She wondered, not for the first time this week, what the hell she had gotten herself into by buying that horrible ring.



She could hear the guys whooping behind her, but the sounds were moving off. That at least was a relie–



“Hey, tits!” stopped her dead in her tracks.



A man had stepped out of one of the houses lining the street, leering at her with crooked teeth. He was probably forty, and although he was in good shape there was a quality about him that was vaguely and unpleasantly greasy.



Holly pretended not to hear him, but there was no plausible way she wouldn’t have, and he was blocking her path. She tried to scoot around him, but he reached out and spun her around by the shoulder. “I saw you flashing those kids out my window. That was pretty hot, tits. Mind giving me a show?”



Well, not now that he’d asked, she didn’t. She’d buttoned her shirt wrong , anyway. She undid the shirt for the second time in the last two minutes. Again her nipples hit the night air, and before she had a chance to clasp her bra again the man had reached out and taken a handful of her left tit. She recoiled and clutched her shirt closed as the asshole guffawed. “How much you want for sucking my dick?”



This was just a question, and so Holly was able to reply angrily. “I’m not a whore.”



“Just a slut, huh?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “Come on in, I’ll show you a good time you’ll never forget.”



Shit.



“Sounds like fun.” She said, suddenly warming to the idea of heading inside.



“Dang! You are a slut!”



The greasy douchebag led her into his equally greasy apartment. It was a duplex, and the house that had been split had been hardly big enough to live in even without being divided in half. The door opened directly into the living room, and Chucklefuck headed straight for the sofa. He gestured to the floor between his legs and started fumbling with his belt. He worked at it for a moment, then threw his hands wide and wondered aloud, “Why am I doing this? Get over here and get my dick out, Tits.”



Holly put her purse down by the door and slid worshipfully to the stained carpet, where she started undoing his belt. She had never gotten around to doing up her shirt and bra, so Chuckles reached down and gave her nipple a pinch. As Holly got to work on his zipper, the guy leaned over and pushed her shirt and bra over her shoulders. Without thinking, Holly shrugged them the rest of the way off, and kneeled there topless as she finally got the zipper down.



Chuckles wasn’t wearing underwear, and his fat cock popped free with no assistance from her. it was greasy, like the rest of him, and she didn’t relish the thought of sucking it, which was what he now ordered her to do, meaning that she did relish it now. She tentatively wrapped her lips around the head, and immediately she felt hands in her hair as Chuckles started fucking her face. His cock tasted musty and salty, but she didn’t mind at the moment.



After about a minute of being used like a fleshlight, she found her head being pulled away from his crotch, trailing saliva. His hands moved to her waist, and she was impressed with his deceptive strength as he lifted her up to his lap. She was straddling him now, and once he had shoved her skirt up to her waist, she could feel her own saliva soaking into the fabric of the boy-shorts she always wore when she wore skirts. Chuckles sneered at them with contempt.



“The fuck are those? Girl with a body like yours got no business hiding behind boxer shorts. Girl like you shouldn’t be wearing undies at all.”



Suddenly the very notion of underwear was repulsive to Holly. She was glad she’d already shucked her bra, and she was filled with gratitude towards this man as he flipped her over onto her back on the couch and tore those horrible shorts from her body.



She was now naked but for her shoes and her bunched-up skirt, and the greasy man’s eyes immediately went to her swollen pink pussy. She saw what he was thinking, and was about to object when he said it. “Get back up here and ride my cock.”



He didn’t fill her up as much as some of her exes, but he damn sure tried his hardest to make up for it with enthusiasm. He bounced her up and down on him so hard that her tits hurt from bouncing, and she fell off several times, which only prolonged the experience. After a few minutes he rolled over on top of her on the couch, yanking her legs up over his shoulders to give him a better angle as he mercilessly pounded her.



Chuckles hadn’t included any orders about her enjoying the experience, and he certainly wasn’t going to great lengths to ensure it. After ten minutes of jackhammer pounding, he made a face like a sneezing weasel and shuddered as he came inside her. It wasn’t a problem, since Holly was on the pill and was fairly certain she couldn’t get STDs anymore, but it was still insult to injury to feel him jizzing inside her.



Chuckles was still lying on top of her and gasping when the doorbell rang. Cursing, he jumped up, stuffing his flaccid cock back into his fly. It was still dripping cum, and droplets spattered across Holly’s stomach. Holly hurriedly pushed her skirt down to her knees again, reaching down to snatch her shirt up before he stepped on it. “Can I, uh, use your bathroom?” she asked quietly.



“Yeah, sure, go ahead.” She scuttled to the hall door as Chuckles finished buckling his belt. From the bathroom she could hear muted male voices, and she cursed under her breath. She got her shirt back on, buttoned right this time, and made a halfhearted attempt to flatten her skirt. It was badly wrinkled, and there was cum on it.



Thanks to the man’s earlier comments about how she shouldn’t wear underwear, it hadn’t even occurred to her to pick up her shorts or bra, and her nipples stood out through the thin black fabric of her blouse. She definitely looked like she’d just gotten fucked. She contemplated climbing out the little bathroom window, but the keys to her apartment were in her purse by the door.



Sighing, she rolled her skirt back up and dabbed at her pussy with a wet tissue, mopping up the cum that had spilled out of her. She dabbed at the cum on her skirt, too, but only succeeded in smearing it around. She sighed and slipped out the door. Making her way tentatively down the narrow hallway, she could hear the conversation more clearly.



“Bullshit!”



“It’s the truth, swear to god. Just came in off the street and went straight for my dick. It was like she was hungry for it.”



They went quiet as she entered the room, then one of them gave a low whistle. He was pudgy and black, with a patchy moustache. The other guy, skinny and nervous-looking, chuckled, “Goddamn, Bill! You weren’t lying! This bitch is hot! She’s a hooker, right?”



“Nope, wouldn’t even let me pay her.”



“Gotta be a tranny, then, right?”



Chucklefuck—or Bill, apparently—just grinned.



“Nah. Show ‘em your pussy, Tits.”



Holly reached down and rolled up her skirt, exposing her damp, slightly reddened slit. The skinny guy leered appreciatively. “Damn, this bitch really is a slut.”



Holly blushed and dropped her skirt.



“Um, I have to be at work early in the morning, so, um, if I could just…”



The fat guy laughed. “I dunno, it doesn’t seem fair that Bill’s the only one that gets any action tonight. You can go after I blow my load on those sweet titties.”



Holly dropped to her knees in front of the large man, but he shook his head. “Turn around. Gonna fuck you first. Doggy style.”



Holly turned, raising her ass and planting her hands on the floor. Her skirt was yanked down to her knees, and she felt a resounding slap land on her ass. There was the sound of a zipper, then some rustling as something alarmingly heavy nudged against her ass crack. Another slap landed on her ass, causing her to moan. “Spread your legs, bitch.”



She complied, and then let out a small scream as the thickest cock she had ever felt rammed into her. It wasn’t the longest thing she’d ever had, maybe six inches or so, but it was shaped like a beer can, and she felt herself stretching to fit it.



Unlike Bill’s rapid-fire assault, the big guy actually had some technique, and after only a minute of skillful thrusting, Holly found herself having the orgasm Bill couldn’t give her. For a moment, her arms collapsed, and she moaned into the filthy carpet as the big guy began spanking her. Each slap burned like fire, and it only served to intensify her orgasm. When she was finally able to raise herself back up on shaky arms, she found herself facing the knobby, mushroom-like cock belonging to the only man in the room she hadn’t fucked yet.



“Suck it, bitch.”



She guided the misshapen prick into her mouth and did her best to focus on what she was doing despite the waves of pleasure from her pussy and the waves of pain from her reddened, stinging ass. Quickly, though, the skinny asshole became impatient with the distracted blowjob he was receiving and started fucking her face in earnest.



Behind her, the pudgy guy seemed to get bored with punishing her ass and leaned over to maul her tits. Slipping his fingers between the buttons of her shirt, he gave a hard pull. Buttons went bouncing across the floor, and her swinging breasts were exposed once again.



As the large brown hands began pinching and twisting her nipples, giving her yet another orgasm, their owner sped up, pounding her stretched cunt. “Hey, Gene! You about done? I’m gonna fuck her tits.”



“Shit, Carl, can’t you just wait a couple minutes for me to get off?”



“No, man, I’m right on the… ugh, oh, god… edge. I gotta… oh, shit.”



Carl’s cock shuddered in Holly’s pussy, and a feeling of dread filled her along with his cum. She couldn’t leave until he came on her tits. Which meant she’d have to wait for him to get it up again. Which meant…



Her train of thought was derailed as Gene moaned and pulled abruptly out of her mouth. She looked up at him questioningly, but her question was answered in the form of a rope of cum splashing across her forehead and painting her cheek. Another glob struck her on the nose, and a third landed in her still-open mouth, followed quickly by the shrinking cock. “Clean me up, bitch.”



While she did that, Carl pulled his own limp dick free of her, letting loose a flood of cum that poured down her thighs. He shoved Gene aside and presented her with his own cock for cleaning.



Even soft she had to stretch to fit her mouth around his monster. She tasted herself on him, along with his own cum, as he stroked her hair.



By the time she’d swallowed the last of the juices coating his thick slab of meat, it had begun to harden again. Maybe she’d be able to get him off now without having to get fucked again.



But before he’d resumed full hardness, hands grabbed her from behind.



“C’mere, slut. I wanna get me some of that pussy.” Her shirt was pulled roughly from her shoulders, and she found herself straddling Gene’s lap on the armchair next to the couch. She moaned as she was penetrated by the third cock that evening.



Gene’s prick was definitely the longest of the group, seven or eight inches, thin and knobby. After Carl’s thick slab, she expected to be hardly able to feel this skinny thing, but she was surprised at how tightly her pussy still gripped it. Gene was gentler than Bill had been, but had nowhere near Carl’s level of skill. He was quick to start fondling and sucking her tits, though, and soon she felt herself approaching another orgasm.



Bill’s voice came from behind her. “Hold her still for a second.”



Gene paused and spat out Holly’s nipple. “What the hell for?”



“If you’re gonna get another go at her I want one, too. And she’s still got one hole I ain’t fucked yet.”



Oh, no.



She felt her ass cheeks being pulled roughly apart, followed by the chill of spit being rubbed into her tight asshole. She’d never taken it in the ass before, let alone been double penetrated.



The stretching was painful at first, as Bill squeezed himself in, but once he and Gene had fallen into a rhythm she quickly orgasmed.



They fucked her in this fashion for what seemed like an eternity. After five minutes or so, Gene came, but as Bill didn’t want to stop fucking her ass yet, Gene was soon hard and fucking her again. It wasn’t long after this that she felt Bill’s cock twitching in her ass, and he pulled out to shoot his load across her sore, red ass cheeks.



Carl tapped Gene on the shoulder. “Lay her down on the table. I wanna fuck her tits now.” Holly was lifted up and placed on the coffee table, and Carl straddled her chest as Gene went back to pounding her pussy from a new angle.



Holly almost giggled when she realized that she was still wearing her shoes. It just seemed absurd as she pushed her breasts together around Carl’s cock. He fucked her tits rapidly, and Holly was almost hypnotized by the sight of his bulbous brown cock-head popping in and out of her cleavage, which looked creamy white in comparison.



With a grunt, Gene filled her pussy with its fourth load of the evening and slumped back into the armchair, spent.



And, finally, Carl blew his load on her tits. She hadn’t realized how much cum he produced when it had been in her pussy, but now his jizz drenched her. several blasts of it joined Gene’s cum on her face, painting her lips and plastering one of her eyes shut, and as he lifted up off her chest, her tits were practically covered in the stuff.



For a while she just lay there, gently dripping cum onto the tabletop while the guys talked around her. She got up after a time and stumbled to where her skirt lay on the floor, avoiding eye contact with the leering men. Gene and Carl had used it to clean themselves up, and now it was more crumpled and cum-spattered than ever. She put it on anyway.



She found her shirt in a corner. It only had three buttons left, and it now exposed her cleavage all the way to her belly. It probably wouldn’t have even covered her nipples if it hadn’t been stuck to her body with the cum that was soaking through her garments at an alarming rate.

Most of her classmates didn’t know why all the boys called her Hotdog Helen, but they whispered and giggled anyway whenever she walked down the halls. Helen was used to being picked on. She had spent her life feeling awkward and she knew she was a little plump. She couldn’t remember a time when the boys in her class hadn’t teased her in some way, but the recent hotdog thing felt particularly hurtful.



Jonny wasn’t like the other boys in her neighborhood. He was in college already. She thought he was super cute with his long black bangs that always fell into his blue eyes. Helen was an only eighteen and still in high school, but Jonny didn’t seem to mind. Whenever he would see her walking home from school — her parents wouldn’t let her drive — Jonny would always wave and say hi. Usually he was outside with his shirt off washing his car or working on his parent’s lawn. Just the sight of him made Helen feel a little dizzy.



One day when Helen was walking by, Jonny stopped her and asked if she could help him with something.



Helen couldn’t believe that he was really talking to her. “Yeah sure. What is it?”



“It will only take a minute. I just need you to stand on a ladder and help me put something up. It will be real quick, it’s just too big for me to do alone and no one else is home.” He winked at her.



His wink made her feel all funny inside, but she didn’t know why. Helen followed him into the house and down a long hall. They ended up in what could only be his bed room. Helen looked around while she waited for him to run and get something for her to stand on. He brought back a small step ladder and asked her to climb up. Then he handed her the top edge of a large poster.



“So just put the corners as high up on the wall as you can and let me see if it works there.” He stepped back.



Helen leaned over the ladder against the wall and stretched up as tall as she could with her arms spread wide trying to hold up the poster. She felt like she might lose her balance. “Is that good?”



“Perfect.” Jonny’s voice sounded soft and strange. “Helen, you know you really are a pretty girl.”



While she was holding the poster, he came up behind her and slid his hands up her legs and under her skirt. She was scared at first, but he told her not to be. When he started to tug at the back of her panties, she froze. Then she felt his warm lips kissing the crack of her bottom. She had never had a boy kiss her, let alone touch her body.



“Spread your legs.” Jonny pushed a hand between her closed thighs.



She let her legs open just enough for him to slid his hand up between them and touch her underpants. He rubbed her there for a minute. She liked the sensation, but it also made her feel ashamed. Jonny pulled her panties all the way down and she let him. She just stood there still holding up his poster of some heavy metal band.



When he pushed a finger up into her she told him that it hurt. He said that it was supposed to hurt the first time. She said she didn’t understand what he meant and she didn’t.



“Get on the bed and I’ll show you what I mean.” He took the poster from her and let it fall to the floor.



“What about the poster? Don’t you want to put it up?” She was confused.



“The poster doesn’t matter any more Helen. Don’t worry about it. Just lay down.” He sounded a little annoyed with her.



She didn’t want him to be annoyed. She liked Jonny and she wanted him to like her too.



Jonny unbuttoned her shirt and took off her bra. He told her what pretty breasts she had, he called them tits. He sucked on them and pinched at them. The sucking felt good to Helen, but the pinching kind of hurt. Then he pulled her skirt off, so that she was naked on the bed. It felt embarrassing, but he told her she was beautiful and she liked that.



He pushed her legs apart and she tired to close them, but he wouldn’t let her. She felt a little bit like crying, but she didn’t. When he started rubbing on her it felt really weird and good, and then he licked her down there for a little while. She couldn’t believe he would put his mouth on it, but god how amazing his warm wet mouth made her feel. It almost made it difficult for her to catch her breath. Despite how embarrassed she felt, she couldn’t help but just lay back and moan.



When he put his finger in her that time it still hurt, but not nearly as much. He said that was because she was wet now. He started to pump it in and out of her and then he added another finger. It was painful but she wanted to make him happy so she tried to act like she liked it. He said he wanted to try something bigger and asked if it was ok. She said yes and then he left the room for a while. When he came back he had several things from the fridge.



He put the hotdog inside her first and asked how that felt. She said it was ok, and it was, but it was a little cold. Then he used a big carrot, it hurt a lot especially when he started pumping it in and out of her. He poured cooking oil on her down there and said it would help, he was right it didn’t hurt nearly as much.



Then he picked up the cucumber. The size of it scared her. She told him that it was really starting to hurt down there. He promised he wouldn’t put anything else in, if she just let him try the cucumber. It was a really big one and she was afraid, but he took it really slow. She only cried a little, but he held her hand and talked nice to her the whole time till it was all the way in.



When he got the carrot out again she didn’t understand.



“I thought the cucumber was the last thing?” She started to whine a little.



He sounded a little annoyed when he told her to stop.



“It was the last thing in your pussy, but now we have to work on your ass.” He poured oil into his hand and started rubbing it on the carrot.



“What?” It didn’t seem to her that that was a good place for a carrot.



“If you don’t want to get pregnant, you can let a boy put it in your ass. You don’t want to get pregnant do you?”



Jonny was right about that, she didn’t want to get pregnant. She had heard terrible stories about young girls getting pregnant, but she had never heard that doing it in your ass could prevent that.



“Spread your legs wider and pull them back. I’ll put a pillow under you so I can get at it.” He wedged a pillow under her and she did as he told her, then he started pouring more oil on her down there.



She was surprised that it actually felt good when he began to rub the oil around on her bottom.



He used his finger and thumb. “I think you are ready.” He started to push the carrot into her, and it hurt a lot.



She couldn’t help but cry out.



He stopped pushing it in, but he didn’t pull it out. “Here I’ll give you a second to get used to it.” Soon he was pushing it in more.



He praised her when he got it in pretty far. He told her what a good girl she was being and what a good job she had done. “I want to show you something else.” Without taking the carrot out, he unzipped his pants and showed her his thing.



It was big she thought, bigger than the cucumber and hard.



He climbed around so he could put it close to her face and then he put it on her mouth. “Go ahead and give it a kiss.”



She kissed it. It was so smooth and warm against her lips and that it surprised her.



“Open your mouth.” He started pumping the carrot in and out of her again.



She opened her mouth and he pushed it between her lips. It was so big in her mouth that she could hardly breathe. Soon, he was pumping in her mouth with the same rhythm as the carrot was going in and out of her bottom. He paused for a second and pulled the carrot out, poured more oil on her down there and then started to push something even bigger inside. She tried to say something, to make him stop, but her mouth was too full.



“Looks like you’re ready.” He pulled out of her mouth and climbed between her legs. He pumped the cucumber in and out a few more times while he watched closely. Then he pulled it out.



She felt a great relief for a moment.



That is until she felt his heat pressing into the place the cucumber had just vacated. He pushed all the way into her. Hovering over her, he thrust really deep and hard and fast and kept saying what a good girl she was and how he was gonna fill her up, which she thought he was already doing. Then she felt it, something hot and wet stinging her insides. He pumped and pumped it into her and said things like, shit and fuck and god damn as he gritted his teeth.



****



Helen was sore for several days afterwards, but she still walked by Jonny’s house every day after school hoping he would ask her inside again. For a few weeks all he did was wave, if that, but finally he stopped her again. This time he was with a couple of her classmates, whom she didn’t like. They were usually mean boys who always pushed her into the lockers or called her names, but that day they were acting really friendly. Jonny asked her if she wanted to come inside. He said his parents were gone and maybe they could even drink some beers out of the fridge.



Of course she said yes. The boys came in too, which disappointed her. She wanted to be alone with Jonny again. Jonny led them all to his room. She sat with the boys on the bed while he went and got the beers. The two boys made her feel uncomfortable, especially because they kept smiling at her and giggling. She smiled and giggled back, not knowing what else to do. It took Jonny a while and she wished he’d hurry back. When he returned he had the four beers, but also a grocery sack. They opened the beers and drank a little, with all three of them sitting on the bed. The beer didn’t taste very good, but she liked the funny way it started to make her feel. They boys kept telling her to drink up, so she did.



Jonny put his arm around her like she was his girlfriend. She liked that. He started kissing her and that was really nice. He began to put his hand up her shirt and she tired to stop him, because the other guys were there watching.



“Come on babe. I told the guys how awesome you are and they wanted to see for themselves. That’s ok isn’t it?” Jonny started unbuttoning her shirt.



“I don’t know Jonny.” She tried to button it back up.



“For me babe? For your Jonny?” He stood. As he continued to kiss her, he took her shirt off. Then he reached behind her and unhooked her bra with one hand.



She tried to cover herself.



“You’re beautiful babe, let the boys see.” He pulled her hands down and placed them on the bed beside her. He kissed her again and laid her back onto the bed. He pulled her skirt and her panties off. “Spread your legs for us baby.” He pushed them wide open. “The boys want to see all those cool things you did for me last time.” He reached into the sack and started pulling out cooking oil and other things from the fridge. “You guys grab a leg and get a good view.”



Each of the boys took a seat on either side of her. They started pulling her legs open wider and peering in between her thighs. She felt really shy and she started to blush, but Jonny told her she was so pretty down there and the boys smiled toothy grins and agreed.



“We’re gonna start with the carrot again, but this time babe your also gonna let boy these guys put their dicks in you. In your pussy and your ass. You’ll be popping their cherries.” Jonny pushed the carrot into her pussy.



It didn’t hurt nearly as much as last time. As he moved the carrot in and out, he started to tickle her bottom with his fingers and then slipped a finger in. She moaned.



“See boys, she likes it. Why don’t one of you climb on. You ready baby?” He pulled the carrot out and moved out of the way so the brunette could slide between her legs.



He easily pushed into her. He wasn’t much bigger than the carrot. Jonny made him stop pretty soon, saying something about not wanting him to blow his load too fast, and then the redheaded boy got on. She hardly felt him slide in. He tired to kiss her with his cold wet tongue. It made her feel sick. Jonny pulled him off too.



The boys begged to see him put a hotdog in her, so he did for a couple of minutes and then he pushed the cucumber into her. He showed the boys how to rub her down there, while he drove the cucumber in and out of her. When they rubbed it made her feel like she was gonna pee and then she let out a scream, but not because it hurt.



Jonny put himself in her pussy for a little while, longer than he let the other boys. After that he tried to put his hand inside of her. Jonny’s hand was too big, but with a lot of oil the redhead actually slipped his whole fist inside of her. It hurt so much, but Jonny held her and kissed her and told her she was such a brave girl.



Jonny pulled her legs open real wide and the redhead pulled his hand out and jammed it back in a few more times while Jonny and the other boy watched. Then Jonny turned her over and pulled her legs off the bed, so that she was bent over the edge. She couldn’t see what they were doing then, but she felt more oil dripping down the crack of her bottom.

Re-up of previous fic.



It wasn’t the first time that week that Riley was bored.



He lolled about in his chair at his workspace, looking around for something to get on with.



Time was ticking by so slowly. For a Thursday it was dragging, and even though a lot of work had to get done, the unit was up to a full team — where the term ‘many hands make light work’ would be appropriate.



He was well aware that the boss wasn’t around, and that had been the case for the past thirty minutes that afternoon. Every so often he’d peer up from his screen to have a quick look at the section’s door to make doubly certain he wasn’t flying back over to his workspace.



“Run out of work?” A familiarly chirpy voice was heard to say behind him before a hand placed itself on his shoulder.



He would’ve jumped a foot in his chair if it weren’t for the fact that he was practically curled up. He sharply peered up to find himself looking into a pair of sparkling green orbs. “R-Ryan,” he hazily stated, “you scared me.”



The shorter blond-haired male smirked playfully. “Don’t worry.” He noted. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”



Riley sat up in a more formal position. “You’ve run out of work too?”



Ryan nodded. “For the past hour.” He placed his other hand on his hip. “I don’t understand why they don’t just let us go home for the day.”



“Because we’re on contracted hours maybe?” The brunette resentfully turned back in his chair, deciding to go back to absentmindedly completing his half-finished necklace with the paperclips scattered about on his desk.



“But still…it isn’t fair. They can’t expect us to sit around and do nothing up until the time we go — can they?”



“Well, they can and they will.” He shrugged.



“Got any plans for the weekend?”



He shook his head slowly. “Same thing every weekend.” He replied. “We go out on the Friday to get something to eat, do our own thing and go to bed late.”



His reply prompted a playful smirk to play upon the blond’s lips.



“What’s so funny?”



“You’re so predictable, Ri.” Ryan noted teasingly. “You should live a little.”



“I can’t,” Riley explained, “and you know why.”



“I know — cause of her.”



“Her has a name.”



They quickly ceased their playful exchange of words when their boss was seen to storm through the door and make his way back to his desk.



Riley brought up one of the programs on his screen and flitted his gaze back to it when Wilmot heavily sat down in his chair.



He resented the fact that he had to have his obese excuse of a boss working directly next to him.



Something caught his eye, and he looked over to see Ryan going away from his workspace and tilting his head towards the department’s exit door.



He frowned in confusion. What could he possibly want at that time? Didn’t he know that Wilmot was…right there…next to him?



Drawing in a small sigh, he went away from his desk and followed the blond into the male toilets.



“What is it you want?” He asked resignedly. “You do realise that he’s come back, don’t you?”



“Come out with me.” The shorter of the two suggested. “You and me — Friday night.”



“No,” the brunette suddenly replied, “she’ll suspect something.”



He had a point, of course. Amber, his girlfriend of two years, was awfully possessive of him. She simply said it was because she was worried about him — he secretly put it down to jealousy.



He would never cheat on her, but he was hard-pushed to if she was going to keep suspecting him of doing it in the first place.



“You shouldn’t care about what she does or thinks.” Ryan stated boldly. “It’s up to you — she’s not your mother, Ri. How old are you now?”



He looked away slowly. “Twenty-nine.”



“My point exactly.” The blond placed his hands on his shoulders. “You and me Friday night. No one else. Just us.”



“To go where?” Riley asked in protest. “And do what?”



He smirked to himself. “You know what.”



****



“That felt good,” Amber relaxed in bed as she went through her afterglow, “too good. You know how to do it, baby.”



Riley said nothing but remained lying on his back in their bed and continued to stare up at the ceiling. Sure it felt good, but not as good as it used to be and he didn’t know why.



Was he fast approaching that age when things didn’t feel as pleasant as they did? Was he losing his attraction to Amber? He wasn’t sure.



“Riley?” She inched closer to him, sliding an index finger up and down the length of his sternum. “Honey, are you ok?”



“I guess,” he slowly replied, feeling the less exhilarating climax taper off, “just…can’t stop thinking.”



“What about?”



He shrugged. “Work mainly.” He felt his eyes get heavy from the stroking but they didn’t want to close. “And Ryan.”



“What is it about Ryan that you like?” She asked with a hint of repulsion.



She didn’t hate the younger male, but she did find him a bit eccentric. That was what attracted her to Riley — he was levelheaded and predictable; a bit like her.



“He wants me to go out with him tomorrow night.” He explained with as little enthusiasm as he could.



He knew full well she wouldn’t approve of it and he was sure that she was probably thinking of him leading him astray. “Come on, Amber, he’s the only real mate that I’ve got within work. It wouldn’t seem fair.”



“Riley, he’s quirky.” Amber noted bluntly. “He goes out every Friday night and gets completely off his face. He probably rolls back into his place after and gets sick. What kind of friend would let you do the same?”



“He isn’t always like that.” Riley rolled onto his side with his back to her. “I knew you wouldn’t understand.”



“I do understand, honey, but I don’t want you to end up sick. You know too much drinking is bad for you.”



“Even when it’s just the once?” When he didn’t hear any protest from her, he carried on. “I haven’t been out for a long time. Why not let me do it?”



****



Friday morning.



Riley came into the work’s toilets, noticing that Ryan had come in early and was doing something to his eyelashes.



He raised an eyebrow at the blond’s ministrations but tried to think no more of it. “You’re in earlier than usual.”



He didn’t so much as jump or flinch and he peered over at him. “Hey, Ri.” He greeted casually, not at all put off by the fact that the brunette had caught him doing something out of the ordinary. “So are we on for tonight?”



He nodded slowly. “It took a lot to convince her, but she let me go.”



“Good.” A playful smirk crept across his lips. “I’m pleased about that.”



Riley disappeared into one of the cubicles and locked the door.



“I wanna make you feel good.” Ryan went on, as he finished wiping the thick mascara off his eyelashes. “And now I can take you to those places where I can do that.”



“So we’re going on a pub-crawl?”



“Sort of,” he replied, “but classier.”



The taller male felt a buzz of heat pulse through him after the blond had said he wanted to make him feel good.



He knew he meant to cheer him up, but his thoughts turned to something else. Him and Ryan — it sounded odd and he shouldn’t assume that he felt anything towards him.



“I’ll pick you up at seven tonight, then.” Ryan suggested.



“B-but if we’re going on a pub-crawl,” Riley suddenly stated, “wouldn’t that mean that you’d be…drinking?”



He nodded, smirking slightly. “Don’t worry,” he reassured him amusedly, “I’ve got this all planned out.”



****



Riley had no idea what to wear later on that night.



What he had was mainly dark, and he knew full well that Ryan was the sort not to stray away from bright colours.



They would make a right pair — both dressed to clash.



It suddenly made him question why the blond liked dressing so vividly — even at work the odd splash of colour showed up, and it didn’t seem to bother him that as what they did was such a messy job the clothes would’ve got marked with oil.



He stuck with black, as did everyone else — but Ryan was not a conformist.



A pair of brightly set headlights flashed across the road outside, and he inwardly berated the other male for driving even if he was intending on drinking.



Ensuring he was set to go, he left his place — not expecting to see a shiny white limo had pulled up.



The driver wasn’t even Ryan, but he opened the back door for him to get in. He dimly thanked him, and got a massive shock when he noticed the short blond had made himself comfortable in the back of the limo.



“Told you I had this all planned out.” He teased, taking hold of his wrist and pulling him further towards him.



He was dressed in a long, sparkly green t-shirt paired with extremely tight black jeans. He wore a pair of long, almost thigh-high black boots and had caked on a fair bit of make-up, which made Riley wonder where he got that.



He’d also applied some gel to his fine blond hair and had worked it through the ends to make them spiky.



“I hope you’re feeling up for it.” The blond spoke darkly.



“Up for what?” The brunette frowned, inwardly hoping that Ryan wasn’t planning on going to any places dressed like that.



“You’ll see.”

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