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Nicka took one of my Ambiens in order to get a good night’s sleep. Work has been stressing her out. She began getting into a pattern of waking up in the middle of the night unable to fall back asleep.



Nicka is gorgeous. She is 110 pounds, dark black hair with cords of curls that drop to the middle of her skinny tanned torso. She has gravity defying tits with cinnamon colored nipples that stand thick and erect. Her rounded ass curves beautifully. Her pussy is waxed and completely bald with small lips that hide in her folds. Her stomach defined by six-pack abs. She has beautiful full lips the color of moist cherries that look amazing around my swollen cock.



Nicka is a lightweight. Usually, if she has three glasses of wine she will pass out. When she does it’s easy to slip my fingers down her panties and molest her bald pussy. But if I get into it too much, she’ll wake up. Tonight, she’s had two glasses of wine and an Ambien. After an hour I know she is in a very deep sleep.



Lately I’ve been fantasizing about taking her in her sleep. To be more exact, I’ve been fantasizing about her going into a deep sound sleep and having one of my friends take her and have his way while Nicka is completely unaware that she is being raped.



Tonight she isn’t waking up. I shake her and call her name but my beautiful shy wife doesn’t respond. She is wearing her white robe and boy short panties. She is on her side with her knees pulled up to her breasts. I position myself behind her. I begin pulling her panties down and I’m surprised to find absolutely no resistance. Boldly, I pull her panties down completely exposing her lovely ass. She still doesn’t wake up. I pull her panties all the way down her legs and over her feet. I then remove her robe leaving her completely naked on our bed.



My heart is pounding. I wonder if she’ll wake up. I wet my fingers and begin caressing her pussy and ass hole. My saliva makes a slick trail. I push two fingers inside her pussy. The combination of saliva and the penetration actually begins to get her pussy wet. I finger fuck her for a few minutes and her pussy feels as wet as it does when we’re having relations. I get on my hands and knees above her. My cock is rock hard and I begin to rub the head around her moist pussy. I rock slowly and thrust little by little and feel my cock head begin to get into her tight little snatch. I look down at her sleeping face and there is no sign that anything that I am doing is registering. Her face looks angelic and calm. Her breathing is deep and restful. I kiss her sleeping lips, darting my tongue inside her mouth with no response from her. My mind is racing.



Nicka is the woman all of my friends have a crush on. My older brother constantly flirts with her. Everyone has a thing for her not only because she is incredibly beautiful but because she doesn’t have a bitchy bone in her body. As I am taking her and feeling the pressure build in my balls I begin to formulate a plan on how someone will be able to come across her sleeping beautiful body and have the opportunity to have their way with her.



I feel the orgasm build but before I lose control, I pull out. Her ass looks lovely. We have only had anal twice. Once when we were first dating. During those magical days in the beginning when a guy has more chances of getting away with the impossible.



The second time was when she kept a promise made in jest. A few weeks after we had anal for the first time, I attempted again and she said, ” no way.”



Nicka said, “You are the only guy that I have had anal with but I can’t do it again. It hurts too much.”



I persisted and we made a light-hearted deal. If and when I propose to her, she’ll let me take her ass. A year later, I knew that she was the most amazing woman I would ever meet and I proposed. She said yes to my proposal and a couple of months later she followed through even though I didn’t really expect her too.



Tonight, I want to see how deeply asleep she is. I take a finger and push it inside her ass. She still doesn’t move. I push two in and work it in and out of her. I feel like cumming all over her lovely ass. I remove my fingers and push the head of my dick into her tight asshole. It’s slick and my fingers loosened her just enough for my cock head to push inside. I thrust little by little and am shocked that I am sliding in. Again I kiss her and continue to thrust in and out of her while imagining that some day soon a friend will be fucking her just like I am now.



I can’t last. The excitement of what I’m doing and what I’m planning on having done to her is too much. I thrust in and out of Nicka hard and my cock feels electric when suddenly and violently ropes of cum burst out of my penis deeply into her hot ass. I pump until my cock spurts the last drops of cum. I pull my dick out of her slick asshole and my fresh jizz globs out and runs down the crack of her buttocks. My heart is going through my chest. I clean my lovely wife and put her panties back on.



The next morning, I believe I’m busted. But to my surprise, Nicka wakes up smiling and kisses me. She goes to the bathroom and does her business. When she comes out she complains that she is having stomach issues. I ask her how she slept and she smiles sincerely with the brightest and most innocent eyes.



Nicka says, “I slept great. I really needed a good night’s sleep.”



I’m in the clear. I can’t believe my evil luck. But I’m afraid that this has created a perverse desire to have her be taken often without her awareness.



My older brother is planning on staying with us in a couple of weeks. His stay may be my opportunity to see how harmless his flirtation with Nicka really is.



Please stay tuned.

My job had moved my wife and I halfway across the country about a year ago. The part that sucks is that we had a great group of friends at home. The lucky part is that, being in our thirties, most of our friends can afford to visit and have made the trip for long weekend visits. I’m 35, about 6’2″ and 210 pounds. My wife Ally is 32, 5’6″ and about 115 pounds. We both are very active, and she has a very fit physique. Nice shoulders, muscular arms, runners legs, and a pert little B cup, she’s definitely my type of girl.



On my way home from work on Friday Ally texted me that we had a surprise visitor, her good friend Mandy. They’d known each other since they were little kids, and I had known Mandy since Ally and I had met about ten years ago. I was always a big fan of having Mandy around, she’s always been a lot of fun, she’s very little drama, and she’s definitely a hot little number. Mandy’s 32, about 5’4″, 120 pounds, a little a-cup, and she has one of the best asses I’ve ever seen on a girl. It sits high, full, and tight, and she always wears those super low cut jeans that accentuate it in the best way. I’ve often fantasized about getting into those little jeans, but never have tried. She’s my wife’s hot friend, and that’s always been it.



Ally texted me that her and Mandy were going out tonight with some of her girlfriends. She asked if I’d drop them off at her favorite bar and pick them up later on in the night. That was fine with me as by then Ally would be pretty drunk and that’s when we have the best sex. We have a good sex life anyway, but when she, or we, are hooched up we set the boundaries quite a bit further.



When I got home from work our bathroom door was shut and I could hear Ally and Mandy in there getting ready. I opened a beer and sat down at the kitchen table to check some emails. After a bit Ally arose from our bathroom ready for the night. She looked fantastic. Ally was wearing a mid-thigh denim skirt, flip flops, and a black strapless halter top. She looked smoking hot, and the outfit showed off her fit little body perfectly. I could tell she was braless, and her natural perky tits looked awesome. She came over and gave me a kiss and whispered that I, “won’t believe what Mandy’s got.” Mandy then came out of the bathroom and it was obvious she had got some upgrades in the chest area. She had to be rocking at least a D-cup on her little frame. She was wearing a short red summer dress that tied behind the neck. The neckline was very low cut and the cleavage she was showing took my breath away. I immediately started to get hard. She looked like a completely different woman with those new huge cans. Besides the new boobs and cute little dress, she had on black 4″ heels that made her legs look fantastic. Her hair was about shoulder blade length, and she was as pretty as she always had been. I should say that I’m not a big boob guy, and prefer “fit” girls instead. That being said, no man can resist staring at some great cleave. Mandy came over and gave me a huge hug. While hugging her I could feel that she still had the same great body, but had just added to the upper level.



Ally and Mandy got all of us a new beer and we quickly caught up on what was going on in Mandy’s life. Not a lot had changed for her (besides her cup size), she had been working a lot and had been dating off and on. Mandy has always been very sexual and social, but hadn’t found the right guy yet to settle down with. After we did a little catching up we jumped in the SUV and I dropped them off at Ally’s favorite bar. I made sure to watch them walk in as they both looked utterly fuckable walking together.



After dropping them off I stopped by a buddy’s house and had some beers while watching some MMA. I knew if I went home I would have jerked off thinking about Mandy, and I wanted to save all I had for Ally. Ally texted me back and forth for the next couple of hours and I could tell she was having a good time and getting pretty drunk. She said they’d met up with a couple other girls from Ally’s work, and that they had to beat the boys off with a stick. They’d been dancing a lot, and catching up on old times. At about eleven Ally’s texts became more sexual and she said she couldn’t wait to get home and into bed. She said that her and Mandy had been talking a lot about sex, and it really had her hot. At midnight, Ally texted me to come pick her up.



When I got to the bar, Ally and Mandy came out and jumped in the SUV. I could tell they were both very drunk as they had stumbled their way out of the bar. They were giggling like little girls, and somehow Mandy had walked out with a full plastic cup of beer. When they got in the SUV they both smelled of smoke, sweat, and perfume. That combination of scents always turns me on as it’s almost always related to great sex with Ally. We started the fifteen minute drive home with Ally and Mandy slurringly chatting about the events of the night. It was obvious they’d had a great time, sounded like they’d both been groped numerous times while dancing. Mandy and Ally were passing the giant cup of beer back and forth from the front seat to the back. Ally was in the front seat, and I had my hand stroking her thigh. I couldn’t wait to get her home so I could get into her panties. Mandy was sitting in the center of the back seat, and with the rear view mirror I could see her beautiful cleavage. At one point I watched Mandy take a pill bottle from her purse and swallow a pill. Ally asked if that was “another” sleeping pill and Mandy said, “Oops!” I guess Mandy takes prescription sleeping pills but had already taken one before they left the bar and had forgotten. A few minutes later I could see through the rear view mirror that the extra pill was taking its effect. Mandy had gotten much quieter and was splayed back on the seat. Her legs were slightly open and she had the half a beer in her right hand. A few minutes later we pulled into our garage at home.



When we pulled in to the garage Ally looked in the backseat and saw that Mandy was passed out and had spilled the half cup of beer all over her little red dress. Ally told me that she’s seen Mandy drunk on her sleeping pills before and that she’d be out like a light for quite a while. She then asked me to carry Mandy inside the house. I wasn’t upset about getting to carry Mandy into the house. I thought maybe I could get some cheap feels of that sweet ass before I headed into our bedroom to fuck Ally. I pulled Mandy out of the car and carried her in my arms. She was a little heavier than I expected because she was dead weight. I put my right arm under her hot tan legs, and my left arm under her back. Her head rested on my shoulder while I carried her in. During the trip I was able to feel her left tit and bare thigh, and it definitely had me hard as a rock. I started moving her into the guest bedroom, but Ally said to take her in to our room so that she could clean the beer off of her. I put her on our tall king bed, and went to get Ally and I one more beer each.



When I entered our bedroom I could see my drunk wife trying to pull Mandy’s red dress from her passed out body. She was struggling to manage Mandy, and asked me to help. I pulled Mandy to a standing position and Ally pulled the red dress straight over her head and off. I was then standing there basically hugging Mandy in her black strapless bra, black T-bar thong, and high heels. Ally’s big tits were spilling out of the bra. I felt like I had been caught doing something wrong, but Ally just laughed and said to lie her down. After I lied her down Ally started cleaning her tanned stomach and thighs with a wet washcloth. I couldn’t believe my luck in seeing my smoking hot wife wiping down this smoking hot friend of hers.



My wife then looked up at me with her naughty grin and said, “Do you wanna see them?” She said Mandy had showed her her new tits when they had gotten ready for the night. I wasn’t going to miss this chance, and I told her “definitely.” My wife then removed Mandy’s strapless black bra and freed a beautiful set of D-cup titties. They were both round and standing up, as Mandy was lying on her back on our bed. The nipples were tiny little things and were slightly pointed up. Ally then said, “Touch them.” I wasn’t sure how much trouble I would get into, but didn’t want to miss my chance, so I reached out with one hand and started to massage Mandy’s right tit. It felt fantastic, different but fantastic. Ally said, “Go ahead, really feel them.” So I did, I started to massage both of Mandy’s tits. Ally wasn’t stopping me, so I really started to squeeze and molest those things. Ally doesn’t like her nipples pulled on, but Mandy wasn’t complaining so I started to play with her nips and tweak them to little ¾ inch rockets. I looked up at Ally, and she definitely looked like she was getting hot. She was rubbing Mandy’s legs and watching me feel her friend up. She then said, “Kiss them,” and it took me about half a second to put Mandy’s right nipple in my mouth. I started tonguing her nipple and really sucking away at it. While I sucked on her nipple I was massaging the same tit with my left hand and rubbing Mandy’s flat stomach with my right. I was going to be lucky if I didn’t cum in my pants.



When I tore myself away from Mandy’s nipple I could see that Ally was pulling Mandy’s tiny little thong off. She pulled it down both thighs and over her slutty high heels. She then whispered in my ear to “eat her.” I wasn’t sure if what we were doing was right, but at this point I was not going to tell Ally no. I then spun Mandy cross ways on our bed and put her thin thighs over my shoulders. I bent over a bit and started to kiss the inside of Mandy’s thighs. I looked up and Ally had crawled onto the bed and was now rubbing Mandy’s beautiful breasts. As far as I know Ally had never been with a woman, but she was obviously interested tonight. Ally’s eyes were glazed over and she was rubbing both of Mandy’s tits with her hands. I then dove mouth first into Mandy’s shaved pussy. I ate her like a man possessed. I was licking her all over the outer lips, deep inside, and everywhere I could get my tongue. I could see Ally gently kissing Mandy’s nipples, and it only drove me to tongue harder and deeper. Mandy’s pussy was gushing juices and even though she was passed out her body was responding to my tonguing. Her pussy was convulsing, and she was rolling side to side a bit. I had lost track of Ally, and the next thing I knew she was standing behind me and she said, “Let me try.” Ally then lewdly spread Mandy’s legs as far open as they’d go and she started to lick Mandy’s vag from bottom to top. I couldn’t take it anymore and I immediately got behind my wife and pulled her denim skirt up over her tight little ass. I reached between her legs and found that her white lacy thong was soaking wet. I figured we’d had plenty of foreplay, and I pulled her thong to the side, dropped my pants, and drove my 7″ cock deep into her pussy. Ally was more than ready and I started dragging my thick cock all the way in to almost all the way out. I was fucking Ally slowly, because I was already on the verge of cumming. I wanted to make this last just to see what Ally would do to Mandy.



While I fucked Ally from behind, I pulled her halter top down around her waist and groped at her braless tits. From this position I could rub her pert little titties, watch her eat Mandy, and rub Mandy’s thighs. Ally was really touching every part of Mandy that she could. I even watched Ally start to tongue lower on Mandy and start to gently tongue Mandy’s rosebud. Mandy at this point was still rolling side to side and it looked to me like Ally was giving her an orgasm. Ally tongued Mandy’s little pink bud for just a bit and then laid her head on Mandy’s flat lower stomach. Ally’s face was sideways and she could see me fucking her, most likely in a state of bliss. Ally then told me that Mandy and her had talked about sex all night, and that Mandy had told her that she fantasized about fucking me all the time. Ally then reached back and stopped me from fucking her. She turned around and I could see that her face was covered in Mandy’s pussy juice. Ally then kissed me deeply and I could taste Mandy on her, as I’m sure she could taste Mandy on me. She then whispered into my ear, “please fuck her, she wants it so bad and so do I.”



I was pretty sure we were raping Mandy, but who was I to argue with my wife. I pulled Mandy’s ass to the edge of the tall bed. I then put both of her beautiful legs straight up in front of me and I started to rub my hard cock against her outer lips. Ally pushed her own halter top, skirt, and panties down off of her and stood touching her tits against my back. I then eased my cock into Mandy’s dripping pussy until I was buried to the hilt. Mandy’s hands then clutched at the sheets and her face twisted in what appeared to be pleasure. I wondered if she was waking up, but at this point couldn’t have quit if I wanted to. I then started to fuck Mandy with abandon. I was so worked up that all I wanted to do was cum. Ally was standing behind me watching my cock slide into and out of Mandy’s pink little pussy. I could see Ally rubbing her own pussy with her right hand and she started to brush her left hand from my balls to my asshole. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer so I really started to drive deep into Mandy’s pussy. Her face was contorted, she was moaning just a bit, and I was shaking the bed back and forth. A few more drives and I unleashed a torrent of cum into Mandy’s pussy. I had had a vasectomy years ago, so I figured in her or on her would be the same to Ally. Ally and Mandy had really wound me up, and the amount of cum I deposited into Mandy would have been measured by the cupful. As my knees buckled I pulled my semi-erect tool out of Mandy and stepped back. Ally was really rubbing her clit, and I could see that she was cumming too. Her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was going to fall over. I grabbed ahold of her and she leaned into my chest as she came down from a huge orgasm. As I held her I looked at Mandy’s fuckhole and saw that my cum was pouring out of her gaping hole. She looked hotter than I had ever seen her. Legs splayed open, big tits pointing proudly from her chest, and her slutty little heels still on.



After Ally came down from her orgasm she again kissed me deeply and told me “thanks.” I’m the one that should have thanked her, so I wasn’t sure how to respond. I kissed Ally and went to the bathroom to relieve my bladder of the many beers I’d had. While in the bathroom I was hoping to get hard again so I could fuck my wife. When I returned to the bedroom I saw that Ally had moved Mandy fully onto the bed facedown. Ally had placed two pillows under Mandy’s hips, and her perfectly rounded ass was pointing up into the air. Ally was kneeling next to Mandy with her back to me, and I could see that she was rubbing Mandy’s ass and upper thighs. I stood right behind Ally and watched as my cock grew back to full strength. Ally then slightly spread Mandy’s thighs and started to rub her cum drenched cunt. Ally scooped up some cum onto her fingers and then started to massage it into Mandy’s asshole. She massaged it and then started to push two fingers into Mandy’s ass. At this point I was definitely hard again. Ally worked both fingers deep into Mandy’s ass and started to fuck her with a good rhythm. Mandy was facedown but I could hear her moaning slightly. Ally then turned to me and said, “Please, Please fuck her tight ass.” I was not one to disappoint and I climbed onto the bed behind Mandy. I rubbed my fully erect cock all over Mandy’s sloppy pussy and then pushed it against her little rosebud. Ally sat back to watch and was still rubbing Mandy’s ass cheeks with one hand. With the other hand she put two fingers deep into her snatch. I put pressure onto Mandy’s ass slowly, and after a bit it opened up. I pushed forward until I could feel her ass grip the head of my cock. I stayed there until Mandy’s ass loosened and I slowly pushed forward. Her ass relented and I slowly slipped my cock deep into her ass. I layed forward onto Mandy’s body and drove my cock all the way into her ass. Once I was embedded I laid still to enjoy the moment and to let her ass get used to the invasion. Ally at this point was really driving her fingers deep into her dripping cunt, and looked close to orgasm. After seeing that I began fucking Mandy’s ass with long strokes. As I fucked her ass I could hear her whimper louder and louder. Her hands were by her head and she was slowly clawing at the sheets. This drove me on to really fuck her tight ass. I had always wanted to abuse her perfect little ass and now I was. I fucked her hard while pulling and pinching on her nipples. I kneaded her big tits and pounded away while I listened to her moaning louder and louder. I continued to pound her ass as hard as I could until I felt her ass clamp down on my cock as she came. As I watched Ally fingerfuck herself to orgasm, I came deep in Mandy’s ass. I shot my load into her ass and then collapsed onto her.



As I recovered from my orgasm I looked to see Ally had lied down and had passed out. I pulled my dick from Mandy’s sweet ass and cum started leaking from her ass and down over her well used pussy. I rolled over to lie between Ally and Mandy and was well spent. I rubbed Ally’s naked thighs and Mandy’s naked ass as I wondered how to clean up Mandy.



The next thing I knew it was 7:00 AM, and I was waking up. Mandy had woken me up when she got out of the bed. I knew her pussy and ass had to be a mess, as well as the scene of me and Ally naked in the bed. Mandy went to the bathroom, and while she was in there I snuck out to the other bathroom. I cleaned up in there and figured that I’d let Ally and Mandy discuss what happened last night. After about thirty minutes Ally came out of the bedroom. Ally said Mandy’s ass was so sore that she could barely sit. Mandy had asked Ally for details, and Ally had been honest with Mandy about last night and that they had come to an agreement. Ally said that Mandy wasn’t mad about last night, and that after a long discussion they had decided that last night wouldn’t be mentioned again today. The first part of the agreement stated that we would all have a normal day hanging out like usual. The second part that they had agreed to was that Ally would be the one taking two sleeping pills tonight!!!!!

My boyfriend was upstairs puking his guts out and my friend Emily and her boyfriend were sitting on the couch together. Emily and I had just turned 21 and we both had older boyfriends at the time so we were excited to drink with them legally. She was still mad because she hadn’t been happy about coming to her boyfriend’s house instead of going out in the first place and refused to get over it the whole time even though she could have been having fun. This was fine, and I probably should have expected it. Her boyfriend Brad hadn’t told her yet, but he planned on breaking up with her soon, and for some reason instead of just telling her I think he was subconsciously leading her into it by being an asshole. He wasn’t trying to be and he felt bad for it but it was tough not being nicer without giving her false hope.



I was mad because my boyfriend, Todd, was upstairs puking because he’d managed to drink that much before 11:00 and was now going to miss everything: New Years, the ball dropping, kissing me like he is supposed to be, drinking more, and then falling asleep on the basement floor etc.



What could I say? This was a great way to start off the New Year…



Meanwhile, Brad is happy and he is trying to get us all to cheer up. I appreciate that since he was fighting a losing battle and I respected him for that after the fact. I just couldn’t get myself to let go and drink or anything because I felt like the night was already ruined and Emily was being such a bitch about it all.



Eventually, she calmed down and we drank some more and I was actually starting to feel a little better. Todd was still passed out/puking upstairs but I was ignoring that for now. Then Brad fucks it up even worse than it was by going upstairs to do who knows what right before midnight and then totally missing the whole New Years , ball dropping, kissing Emily like he is supposed to be, drinking more, then falling asleep on the basement floor, thing.



So now Emily is totally pissed off and crying so I’m trying to comfort her, Todd is completely passed out, and Brad is all…



“What? I didn’t mean to. It’s just a kiss.”



…which I sort of agree with, but you can’t tell a girl that if she doesn’t want to hear it, you know?



Alright, so now Emily wants to leave but she can’t because she doesn’t have her own car here and also she’s pretty drunk so she can’t drive. She knows this, so instead of leaving she puts together a bed using the couch cushions, a bean bag, a bunch of pillows, and a mattress, and lays down to go to sleep.



Brad is checking on Todd and cleaning stuff up. I think he was just avoiding Emily at this point so he doesn’t fuck anything else up. This means that I am all alone and cold and bored so I start playing drunkenly on my phone and what not. I even drink more eventually because I’m so bored and it seems like a good idea at the time.



I’m still playing on my phone when Brad comes back down the stairs. He is pretty drunk too and stumbles a bit when he gets down there and then starts talking really loudly.



“Where is Emily?” he asks.



“Shhh… stop yelling, she’s asleep.” I whisper back at him.



He walks around the basement and cleans up some more cans and bottles.



“Are you ready to sleep?” He asks me eventually, “looks like everyone else wants to.”



I don’t want to sleep but he’s right, there is nothing else to do and I’m pretty drunk so I nod my head yes.



“I’m going to go use the bathroom first,” I say, after realizing I had to pee pretty badly. “I’ll be right back.”



The funny part about this is that I have to go use the bathroom that Todd is half passed out in so I can’t close the door or anything. I’m still on the toilet when he wakes up.



“Hey there sexy.” He grumbles.



“Shut up.” I say as if I’m mad even though I’m really not anymore.



He rolls over and goes back to sleep. He’s a good looking guy in general, few extra pounds, but not bad. Right now though, he looks like a hobo who got tranquilized and dragged through a ditch.



I wipe myself and then brush my teeth. I study myself in the mirror for a while because that’s always fun when you are drunk. My long brown hair is messy. I don’t care. My make-up is smeared all over my face. I don’t care. My cheek has a scratch on it from something I don’t remember. I don’t care.



I’m wearing a cute little white tank top and a normal white push-up bra. I was trying to look cute for New Years but it turns out there was nobody to notice anyhow. My boobs look nice and I don’t want to sleep without a bra since Emily and Brad will be there, so I leave my bra on. I do exchange my jeans for some black sweatpants however. I check to see if anyone is outside the door before I change my pants even though I don’t really care if anyone saw me in my oh-so-scandalous blue cotton panties…



I head back down stairs and make sure to kick Todd on the way. He grunts again. Stupid boys.



It’s dark when I get to the bottom of the stairs so I stand there for a second and let my eyes adjust. I can see the outline of the makeshift bed in the middle of the floor where Emily had made it earlier. Emily is on one end where she originally laid down and Brad is sprawled out in the middle. Not really a surprise that they aren’t cuddling or anything. I lay down on the other end, not even bothering to leave room for Todd. He can stay on the floor upstairs for all I care.



I fall asleep quickly. Well, I assume I do because I don’t remember not falling asleep or anything.



I wake up and I’m still drunk and it’s still dark. I can see a clock blinking somewhere far away. It’s 2:10. I’ve only been asleep for 20 minutes or so. Why am I awake again then?



Then I know why. I feel fingers on my back touching me ever so gently. They are man fingers, so they must be Brad’s because I didn’t hear my boyfriend stumble down the stairs yet. At first I think he rolled over and his hand hit me by accident but then I realize they are moving so he must be awake. That or he is dreaming of petting some small animal.



I don’t move. I just lay there and keep breathing heavy like I was before. I probably should be concerned that he’s touching my back but I’m drunk and half asleep so I just lay there instead.



Slowly, he moves his fingers along my back and then around to my stomach. He’s not really doing anything, just lightly touching me. He rubs my stomach and it actually feels pretty good.



At this point it occurs to me that he’s probably not just trying to rub my stomach and if I let it go any longer he’s likely to either go upwards or downwards. I figure there is only one way to find out which way he’s going, so I lay there and pretend I’m asleep.



He moves his hand higher and higher until his finger tips find the edge of my bra. I feel slightly proud that I have stopped him for a second. He moves his hand back and forth slowly inching his fingertips under the seam on the edge of my bra until he’s touching the bottoms of my boobs. I expect this to keep going for a while until he gets the whole thing but I guess he got anxious because he suddenly just slides his entire hand into my C-cup and cups his fingers around my boob.



“Well that was subtle…” I think to myself, still pretending I’m asleep for whatever reason.



He massages my boob for a while and then sort of lets my nipple go between his fingers and pinches it a little. It feels great and every time I get the urge to get his hand out of my clothing he does something that feels particularly good so I just keep on pretending I don’t notice.



I somehow fall asleep at some point during my uninvited boob massage and wake up to a new sensation, this time much lower. I realize he has now got his hand out of my bra and down my pants and is now cupping my right butt cheek and doing the same sort of massage-ish thing he was doing to my boob. If possible, this feels even better than the first part so I let him continue.



He squeezes that cheek for a while and then tries to get the other one but he can’t quite bend his arm the right way so I hear him roll over a bit. I think he’s essentially spooning me but without touching me at all apart from his hand in my pants. Anyhow, he finally gets to the other cheek and squeezes on that for a while before I guess he gets bored with it or something. Next he decides he wants his hand on my skin instead of my panties so he pulls his hand back up and sticks one finger under the band around the top of my underwear and then slips his whole hand down inside again cupping my right ass cheek. He isn’t very subtle about doing this and I laugh a little in my head at his recklessness. Around that same time I realize that he undid my bra at some point, so I guess he deserves a little more credit than I’d been giving him.



He rubs my butt for a while and it feels great. I think about asking him to do it on a daily basis but then realize that’d be weird. He lets his finger get closer and closer to… uh… falling in the crack but avoids it for a while. I’m not sure how his patience lasts as long as it does but eventually he gets his middle finger nestled down right on my butthole. I think he’s content with himself for the time being and he just leaves it there for a while, wiggling it every so often to remind himself of his accomplishment. It feels good to me and I think I’m pretty wet at this point and I hope he doesn’t notice.



After a few minutes of sitting there with his finger up against my asshole I start falling asleep again and I’m wet and I have to pee. I wonder why he’s not doing anything else. I can’t imagine anyone has that big of an asshole infatuation, butt you never know.



Then I realize he fell asleep.



I’m annoyed, which is funny because I should be annoyed that he was doing it in the first place not that he stopped. I’m drunk though, and I’m interested still, so I try to wake him up.



My first instinct is to fart, as that is the only thing I can think of that would directly move his finger but I realize that wouldn’t be a very attractive thing to write in a story at a later time so I don’t.



Instead, I roll slowly from my side to my back. He wakes up when I move but doesn’t pull out his hand in hopes that I somehow haven’t noticed it yet. When I’m completely on my back and more comfortable now I resume my heavy breathing and then I feel him slowly pull his hand out of my pants.



The End.



Not really…



He is awake now and seems happy that I have now rolled over as it gives him access to new areas.



At this point I reflect on my life. I’m lying half asleep and drunk on a pile of cushions in someone’s basement letting my boyfriend’s best friend feel my asshole while my boyfriend lies on the bathroom floor upstairs. I’d probably done worse but I couldn’t think of anything at the time.



As predicted, he waited for a few minutes and then his hand returned to my stomach. He was less subtle this time and it quickly descends below my waistline. Suddenly I’d wished I’d shaved more recently as I had a short stubble going on down there. I wasn’t expecting anyone but Todd to be feeling down there any time soon so I hadn’t been keeping on it very well, but he didn’t seem deterred in the least.



He felt around a bit and then went straight for the jackpot. He used two fingers to spread my lips apart and then let another one slide easily along my clit and down towards the awaiting wetness. If I hadn’t been awake already this would have done it. It was exhilarating to have someone else feeling me down there and for some reason I was very aroused that he thought I was asleep.



He let his finger rub against my clit and the outside of my pussy for a little bit and then let it fall into me effortlessly. It was hard not to move at this point but I resisted the best I could. He fingered me and I got even wetter and eventually he let a second finger slide inside of me. I was happy he was drunk or he surely would have noticed that my breathing matched with him fingering me and was in no way the normal breathing of a sleeping girl.



He fingered me for quite a while, which I really appreciated. It was always a struggle to get Todd to finger me for that long. He then pulled his hand out and I heard him put his fingers in his mouth and suck off my cum. If I hadn’t been wet I think that alone would have done it. He seemed excited now and stuck his hand back in my panties only to cover his fingers with cum and pull his hand back out again. I had my eyes closed and everything but other than that I hadn’t been putting much effort into looking like I was asleep until I felt his breath on my cheek.



“Oh shit.” I thought to myself. I tried to act like I was asleep again and wondered what he was going to do next.



I felt his knuckle graze my chin and then I figured out what he was going for as his cum covered finger rubbed against my lips one at a time. I could taste my cum when I breathed in and it was horrible not being able to lick it off. Not because I wanted to taste my cum that bad, but more so because it’s hard not to lick your lips when you know you can’t.



It’s ok because my problem was solved shortly after that when Brad bent down and licked my lips for me. I think he was afraid to kiss me full on because it would interfere with my breathing but licking my lips was apparently acceptable.



He stopped paying attention to me for a little after that and I laid there in my soaked panties, cum/saliva covered lips, bra half on, wishing that he’d keep going before I fell asleep again. I realized that I could have just let myself wake up, but I was really enjoying the extra attraction that it gave me pretending to be asleep.



It turns out he was undoing himself because the next thing I felt was his dick against my side. He was stroking it and rubbing the tip along my side at the same time. I wanted to take it in my hand and jerk him off but I couldn’t without blowing my cover.



He couldn’t do much else interesting without waking me up so he sat there with one hand in my pants and one on his cock for a while. I was happy to have fingers in me again but I was getting really horny and wanted more. I don’t think even he was drunk enough to think he could take my pants off and mount me without waking me. Occasionally, he would take his hand out of my pants and coat his cock in my cum before stroking it some more.



Eventually, he took my hand and placed his cock in it and then kind of humped my hand, forcing me to give him a hand job of some sort. It was hot but I’d finally reached my limit. I tightened my grip slowly until I was wrapped around his shaft and then let him pump away for a while. When he finally stopped, I kept going a little just to give him some hint that I was awake but I kept my eyes closed. He enjoyed this for a while but then I let go and rolled over onto my other side so that I was facing him and pretended I was going back to sleep now and had merely been dreaming of stroking something.



He was quite hard now and grabbed my hand back insisting that I keep going. He placed his dick in my hand and began pumping some more. I gradually took hold of his erection again and began stroking him and this time he let me go for a few minutes. My arm was getting sore and I was horny so I pulled him up to my face and put as much of him in my mouth as I could fit. He seemed surprised as if his cover was blown but then of course he let me keep going. I laid on my side and he laid on his and I sucked him as far down my throat as I could and wiggled my tongue around his shaft.



“Mmmm.” He moaned quietly as if he couldn’t help himself.



Just to be a jerk, I stopped sucking him after a few minutes and rolled completely over and curled up, pretending to go back to sleep again. I wish I could have seen his face at that moment. He didn’t say a word though, just sat there and rubbed himself. My ass was sticking out towards him and it didn’t take long before he had his dick nuzzled up against it and was rubbing it on me. I let him tease himself for a little bit but then I felt bad so I pulled my pants down to my knees and laid there waiting. Surely this was as much of an invitation as I could have given him but it took him a while. Perhaps he felt bad or was having second thoughts?



Whatever it was, he got over it fast enough and felt around my soaking crotch. He used his wet fingers to lubricate himself and then stuck his cock towards me. I say “towards me” because he didn’t really aim well at first but eventually he got it in me and it filled me up really well. It felt great and I couldn’t remember the last time I was so horny. He pumped a few times and then stopped as if it was too much for him and he didn’t want to let it end too quickly. I was fine savoring it and let him take his time. He pumped some more and I was going crazy. I wanted him to tie me up and fuck me as hard as he could but that wasn’t very realistic at the time. Instead, he fucked me slowly and gently making as little noise as he could.



Not even two minutes later I could feel my first orgasm coming and it was coming hard. I tensed and clamped my pussy around him and felt the orgasm shutter through my body. He pulled out of me, I assume for fear of finishing in me so I laid there shivering by myself for a second. At this point I didn’t really care if he knew I was awake so I rolled over and grabbed him and whispered in his ear.



“Thank you for that.” I said seductively/drunkenly.



He just smiled back. I decided I should suck on him as a thank you so I curled around and sucked on him as he ran his fingers through my hair. Then I popped back up by his face.



“Thank you for that.” He said mocking me from before.



“You’re bad.” I said to him, smiling.



“You’re worse.” He said back.



I made my “I’m offended” face. He must have liked my “I’m offended” face, because he took that moment to kiss me right on my lips. I liked that he kissed me even though the last thing my lips had touched was his dick.



“Do you like anal?” He asked me this as if it was a casual conversation.



“Um… I don’t know. I’ve never done it before.” I wasn’t prepared for a question like that. Todd always tried to get me to do it but I never seriously considered it before. I was horny enough at the moment that I think I would have done anything and I figured I had already fucked up everything. Oh and I was still drunk.



He looked at me longingly.



“Let’s find out.” I said as I rolled over onto my side so that my ass was facing him again.



I couldn’t believe I was doing this.



I didn’t want it to hurt more than it had to so I reached between my legs and used my cum to lubricate my asshole to prepare for his dick. I had enough cum to lubricate it really well so that was nice. After it was wet and ready, I pushed my ass towards him giving him the go ahead.



He used a finger first. It went in easy and felt odd but really hot at the same time. I had stuck my finger up my own ass once because I was curious but that’s another story.



After he fingered my ass for a second, he coated his dick in lube and attempted to penetrate my tight little butthole. It took some work because I was not used to having such large objects go in that way, or out for that matter. Once it was in though it felt relatively good for having something stuck up your butt. After a few strokes I was getting used to the feeling but then he stopped. I clinched my ass cheeks around him and he moaned again. I turned my head as much as I could…



“Cum in my asshole, fill me up!” I whispered a little too loudly.



His eyes lit up and I think he could have came immediately without moving or anything but he pumped his cock into me a few more times and then forced it in deeper than ever before and I could feel streams of warm cum bursting inside of me. This was way too much for me to take and I had one of the craziest orgasms of my life without even having to touch myself at all.

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My Turn Now – my ending to Goldeniangel’s story Secret Anal Sex. My thanks to her for generously granting me permission to write a sequel for her story.



http://www.literotica.com/s/secret-anal-sex



Goldeniangel’s own ending of the story seemed incomplete to me. The category was anal, but the story was outright rape. What a wonderful way to treat your girlfriend. Drug her and rape her virgin ass, roughly. I really didn’t like this guy, and I guess that was the author’s intention.



He raped her ass. What’s that they say about payback in kind?



I like finishing stories. I guess I’m a little weird. Sometimes they are stories that have been abandoned. In cases like this, it’s a story where the author has written an unsatisfying ending. At least for me.



When offered the opportunity, I’ll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don’t write about total wimps. Male or Female. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps (at least not as protagonists). No stupid women, and assholes get their due.



Some of you won’t like my endings. That’s fair enough. I’m happy to hear your reasons. This is only one author’s idea of a fitting resolution. You’re welcome to try your hand at writing your own. I hope you enjoy this one.




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Lauren woke, disoriented and in agony. Her head felt fuzzy, unclear. Her ass burned like the sun. She staggered out of her bed, and made it to the bathroom. She touched her burning anus, grabbing her makeup mirror, and looking at it. It was red, and trickles of dried blood and what she was almost certain was semen were caked around her opening.



She felt the tears in her eyes, as she pressed her finger against the opening. The pain was intense and instant.



How could it have possibly happened? While she was sleeping. Safe in her house with John to protect her. John… Oh God, no! Not John. Impossible. Sure he was always badgering her, trying to get her to allow him access to her ass, but he knew she’d never go for it. He was her boyfriend, for over a year. She trusted him. Could it… could it be him? What other explanation was there?



That rotten bastard!



Lauren returned to face her boyfriend, confront the lousy ass-raping bastard. He was sleeping on top of the covers, and she could see his filthy cock, coated in blood, cum, and shit.



Her anger blazed, burning away the haze of her drugged mind. How disgusting and despicable can an individual be? Fuck her ass, while she was passed out?



She thought about that. How was it even possible? How could she have slept through that? The pain had to have been almost unbearable. Suddenly her dazed state when she awoke made sense. The bastard must have drugged her somehow. God, it kept getting worse. Her boyfriend, the man she trusted with her life, had done that to her.



The fucking low-life rapist would pay.



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John slept like a log. After she’d quickly fetched her supplies from the garage, she started. It didn’t take much more than a nudge to get him to rollover. A few more pushes and probes and he was close to the position she wanted him in. She fixed the ropes to the corners of the bed first, making certain they were secure. Carefully, she wrapped one around his wrist, tying it off. She returned the end of the rope to the bedpost, and slowly drew on it, until there was little slack left. She did the same with his other wrist, and after a minute or two, his arms were stretched out, immobilized.



She did the same with his legs, pausing each time he shifted, slowly tightening the ropes. When he was secured, she went back to each, pulling in more slack, until he was spread eagle. She jumped when he tried to turn, groaning, and pulled at the ropes.



Knowing her time was running out, she roughly pulled in the slack of his last leg, and jerking it over and with a few quick wraps, had it anchored firmly.



“Wha… ” she heard him mumble sleepily. He started pulling at his arms. “What the…”



She didn’t hear much more from him as she slapped the duct tape over his mouth, and wrapped it around his head several times.



She sat back, looking at him, sweating from the exertion and the nervousness. Now that she was certain he was firmly tied down, she sat on his arm, grabbing his hand and forcing his fingers closed, encasing his fist in more duct tape.



John was barely aware of what was happening to him, until she started on his second hand. He fought back, and she got up off the bed.



“You lousy mother-fucker!” she screamed. She grabbed the pole from the towel rack and beat him around the head, screaming, until he was whimpering, hunched up, trying to bury his head in the pillow. She took his hand, closed it and wrapped the fist in duct tape. When he tugged on the rope, she beat his arm with the wooden bar.



“Don’t you move, you fucking rapist!” she shrieked, using the wooden pole to beat him on the back until it cracked. He was twisting and moaning. Good. Let the bastard suffer.



The immediacy of her rage sated, she drew herself a bath. While the tub filled, she got his leather belt out of the closet, and beat him from head to toe, delighting in his whines and whimpers. When she was too exhausted to continue, she dropped the belt, and soaked in her bath.



Relaxing in the tub, she started to think about what she wanted to do. The relationship was over. That much was for damn sure. She certainly couldn’t live with him. Not after that. It pained her to probe her butthole, but she did what she could, whimpering as she cleaned herself. Her rage built with each additional moment.



She dried herself off, and got dressed. Took the belt to him for a while, not long enough to tire herself. Lauren thrilled at the marks it left on his pasty skin. She took his wallet, and went shopping. It didn’t take long to find what she was looking for. Once she had, she hit the ATM and took out as much of his money as she could. She figured he owed her. She had to get a new place to live because of him, and it was only fair that he helped pay for it.



She made a few calls, starting an avalanche of queries. Within the hour, she had located a room she could share with Alicia, not a close friend, but a decent acquaintance who was looking for a temporary roommate. Satisfied with her start, she went to the bedroom, to look at her ex-boyfriend’s bruised and battered body.



Lauren stripped naked, and opened her bag. She’d asked for and received instructions at the ‘toy’ shop, and quickly donned her gear. She stood in front of the mirror smiling. John’s little five inch prick had left her in agony. She wondered what the nine inch black beast hanging from her waist would do to him.



She walked around the bed, and stood in front of him. “Oh, John,” she called out teasingly. He looked at her grinning face, and when she glanced downward he followed her eyes to the huge strap-on. His heart started racing and he tugged fiercely on the ropes, shaking the bed.



“So you like anal sex, do you?” she laughed. “I think it’s time to find out how much you really like it.”



She ignored his moans and climbed behind him. She tried, she did, but no amount of effort would get that pole into his ass. She was getting frustrated, and looking around saw that the stupid bastard had left out the lube he’d used on her the night before. Apparently not enough, from the damage he’d done to her.



Lauren didn’t think he deserved it, but had given up on taking him without it. She lubed up the immense strap-on cock, and put more lube on the end of the stick she’d been beating him with earlier. It was a lot smaller, and should do to get him started. No way she was going to use her finger. Not on that slimy, rapist bastard.



He whimpered and tried to scream out as she managed to get several inches of the stick up his ass. She laughed, poking him. “What are you whining about John? I thought this was what you wanted, right? You can’t ever seem to stop talking about it. Jesus, this stick is tiny! Stop being such a pussy bitch.”



She had a brainstorm, and got her camera out. She focused on his ass, and set it to record. Posing behind him, she stroked the fake cock. “Are you sure this is what you want, baby? It seems awfully big, but if you’re certain…” She placed the head at his opening holding it in her hand and pushed. She started to doubt she’d have any success, when it suddenly slip forward a few inches, and John screamed loud enough to be heard through his duct-tape gag.



“Good boy. That’s taking it like a man. Now you’re certain you want it all, right? That’s what you said, isn’t it?” She waited for a second. “Alright. You asked for it.”



He shuddered as she forced the beast up his ass, chuckling as he suffered. It was a lot of work to get the whole thing in there, but she felt enormous satisfaction as she finally drove it home. “That’s it, baby. All of it. You took that whole chocolate monster. I know you want the real thing, but we’ve got to work you up to it. Kind of sick fantasy you have, but if that’s what you want, how can I deny you?”



She fucked him until her back ached, must have been a good half-hour. When she was exhausted, and he was just lying there crying, she finally pulled it out of him. She was disgusted to see that his little prick was hard. What a sick fucker, she thought. She knelt over his head and wiped her big cock all over his face.



Lauren was completely spent, and took a quick shower, still wearing her new toy. After her shower she put it to the side, reminding herself she’d put some Vaseline where it chafed against her skin next time. She walked past him, slapping him on the ass. “I hope that was as good for you, honey, as it was for me.”



She fixed herself some lunch, got the suitcases out and started packing. When the suitcases where full, she took a break, donned her strap-on and pounded his ass again. Not for all that long, maybe 15 minutes or so, but she was surprised at how easily she was able to get it started this time. When she was done having fun, she hunted through the garage until she found some boxes. She packed those as well, until she had everything out of the bedroom.



Another turn with the belt, plus 20 minutes of butt-banging, and she rolled over beside him. “Damn, this is a lot of work, baby. I hope you’re worth it.”



She looked into his eyes and saw the anger and despair. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s all in good fun, right? I’m just giving you a taste of what you’ve always wanted to give me. It’s not so bad, is it?”



Emptying the bathroom and the rest of the house of the things she wanted took until dinner. Lauren stretched, her body aching from the exertion. She decided she deserved a treat, and let him buy her a nice dinner, including a couple of glasses of wine. She was feeling mellow by the time she returned.



Time for some answers.



She went to the bedroom, taking a sports bottle of water with her. She wasn’t cruel, wouldn’t leave him thirsty. She was very irritated when she found he’d pissed the bed in her absence. What a fucking pig.



He got a few more whacks of the belt for that.



She wasn’t gentle pulling the duct tape from his mouth. It tore out some of his hair, but so what. When she removed the last piece, he screamed at her, “You stupid bitch!”



Not smart, since he was still tied up. She slapped the belt across his face as hard as she could, making him scream.



“Don’t fucking speak, you rapist, or I’ll use the buckle side next time!” she growled.



The fear in his eyes, and the anger in hers ensured his silence.



“Did you really think you could drug me and rape my ass, and I wouldn’t notice?” she asked.



“I didn’t…”



The belt descended three more times. After the first one across his face, he turned his head into the pillow, and it landed on the back of his head and neck. He screamed again, when the hard metal buckle impacted his skull on the last one.



“Don’t fucking lie to me!” Lauren screamed. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Really?”



He nodded, sobbing. “You were unconscious. Couldn’t feel it. How bad could it be?” he whined.



“You tell me, rapist. How bad is it? You like that big pole up your ass? Have I made you gay yet?”



“I… I’m sorry. Please, I’m hurt. Badly. You have to let me go.”



“Sure. I only bled from my ass all morning. It’s not like you hurt me or anything.”



“No, seriously. I think I’m really hurt,” he whined.



“Shut up you whining pussy. I’m only giving you what you always wanted to give me. I thought you’d enjoy it.”



“Please, baby…”



He wasn’t ready for the belt again, and didn’t turn fast enough.



“Don’t call me baby! Don’t call me anything but Mistress, you fucking loser rapist!”



“P… Please, Mistress,” he whined. “Please let me go. I’m sorry. You’ve had your revenge. If you let me go now, I’ll never say anything. Please.”



“You think I care if you say anything? I’ve got some great footage. I’ll make sure everyone you know gets it. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”



“No, ba… ” she lifted the belt and he hurriedly replied. “No Mistress. Please don’t.”



She sighed. “I can’t believe you pissed the bed, you pig.”



He lowered his eyes. “I… I tried to hold it. Tried all day,” he whined.



She got up, sighing, and started tugging on the sheet. “Lift up, rapist. Lift.”



He struggled to raise his upper body, until she managed to tug the sheet free. “Now the legs, rapist.”



“Yes, M… Mistress,” he said, doing as he was told.



Lauren used the fouled sheets to clean up as much as possible. Blotted the large soaked area on the mattress with the sheets and some towels. She wiped him down as well, ignoring his moans.



“Please…” he started to speak. She didn’t have the belt handy, so she grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. He squealed in pain.



“Did I say you could speak, rapist?”



“N…no mistress.”



“Then shut the fuck up, or I’ll tear these off, stuff them up your ass, and use my strap-on to drive them all the way into your belly.”



It took a lot of work to get a towel under him, another fitted sheet on the bed, and another towel under his waist.



He looked at her, and started whimpering like a dog.



“Jeez! What the hell do you want!”



“Water.”



“Ask properly, rapist, or I’ll beat you until I’m tired.”



“Please, Mistress. May I have some water?”



She pressed the sports bottle nozzle against his lips, and let him drink his fill. “What do you say, rapist?”



“Thank you, Mistress.”



She took off her clothing, and put on her strap-on. Went to the bathroom and placed some Vaseline where it had chafed her earlier. The whiny punk was crying when she walked into the bedroom.



“Fucking man up, you pussy,” she snapped. “You fucked my ass, and I’m half your size.”



“Sorry, Mistress. I’m so sorry.”



“Sorry doesn’t cut it, rapist.” She grabbed a pillow, and smacked his ass. “Up, boy.”



He raised his hips a little but they didn’t clear the bed. She got pissed, and went to the bathroom, and grabbed the lighter they used to light the candle, after a particularly fragrant experience. She lit it and pressed it against his ass. He screamed and lifted as high as he could and she pushed the pillow underneath him.



“It’s always the hard way with you isn’t it, rapist?”



“Sorry Mistress.”



She grabbed a second pillow, and he lifted his hips high without the need for instruction.



Lauren opened the lube, and started lathering up her cock. She stood beside the bed, making sure he got a good view. “I’m a lot bigger than you, aren’t I, rapist?”



“Yes Mistress. Too big. Please don’t do this. I’m injured.”



“I don’t remember you offering me a choice last night, did you?”



“No Mistress. It was wrong, and I’m sorry.”



Lauren adjusted her camera, and started recording. She climbed between his legs, and saw he was trembling. She ran her hand down his thigh. “Show me you can take it like a man, no whining and no crying, and I’ll be gentle. Ask for it nicely, and I’ll make it easy on you. Any whining and crying, and I’ll fuck your ass dry until dawn. You understand me?”



“Yes, Mistress.”



She pressed the large head against his opening. “Ask me. Ask for it, rapist.”



“Please, Mistress. Please, take my ass,” he said, almost sobbing as he did.



She grinned, and pressed against his hole. The head slid in, and she paused. “You like that don’t you?”



“Yes Mistress.”



“You want more?”



“More mistress. Just a little bit, please.”



She pressed inward, and drew it back out. Pushed forward again, mesmerized by his ability to absorb it. “Like this?”



“Yes Mistress. Thank you.”



She rocked back and forth steadily, slowly entering him until half the beast was inside of him. “Not too bad, is it?”



“No Mistress,” he moaned.



“More?”



“If it pleases you, Mistress.”



“It does.” She pumped him, pulling out until she could see him closing up, and then back in until he grunted. Back and forth until he was taking all but the last couple of inches.



“Much better. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you.”



“Yes Mistress.”



She reached down and felt between his legs. He was hard. “You really are enjoying this, aren’t you?” she sneered.



“Y… yes, Mistress,” he moaned.



She laughed, and grabbed his shaft. She stroked his cock in time to her thrusts. She could feel him trembling. “Don’t you dare come! You don’t have my permission,” she growled, squeezing his cock.



“Sorry, Mistress,” he whimpered.



She fucked his ass, stroking his cock, laughing at him. She felt his cock swelling. “Don’t come!”



“Please, Mistress!” he pleaded.



“No. Don’t do it.” She pumped him harder releasing his cock, and slapping his balls. “You don’t get to come.”



She fucked him harder, the whole shaft disappearing inside him. He grunted and moaned. She felt him trembling and pounded his quivering ass.



“Please! Please Mistress, may I come!”



She laughed. “I’m not touching that lousy dick,”



“May I? Please? PLEASE?”



“Come you little bitch. Come for your Mistress. Do it!”



He grunted and drove his hips back against the cock in his ass, crying out. Lauren looked down and saw his cum pooling on the towel underneath him. “You whiny bitch! You’re loving this, aren’t you, you fucking pussy.”



He whimpered, receiving his fucking, until she tired, and pulled out of him. She stripped off her strap-on, rubbing the red spots where it chafed her skin. She lay down next to him, sighing. Lifted a leg over his, stretching.



“Why, John?” she asked softly. “Why would you do that? How could you think that was Ok?”



She looked over at him, and saw tears in his eyes. “I… I don’t know. I was obsessed. You have the most beautiful ass, and you wouldn’t let me near it. I could barely touch it.”



“Isn’t my pussy and mouth good enough. Was it that bad, that you had to rape me?”



He lowered his head to the pillow. “I wanted more. It was good, but limited. You never let me finish in your mouth. Never would try anything new. Nothing but missionary, or occasionally you on top. You’re so beautiful, so sexy, such an incredible ass. I just wanted more.”



“You wanted more, and thought it was Ok to drug me and rape me. What did you give me?” she snapped.



“Sleeping pills. Doug gave me them, when I was at his place the other week, and they knocked me right out. I asked for some more. I’m sorry.”



“How could you think you’d get away with it?”



“I… I didn’t think you’d know. It was stupid. I know that now. I figured if you were unconscious, you’d never know.”



“You are such an idiot. I wouldn’t know. Right. It still hurts, damn you!”



He whimpered. “I know that now. I didn’t. I’m sorry.”



“Fucktard rapist,” she growled. “Idiot. Ruined everything, everything so you could be a fucking pervert.”



She got up, and searched through the utility basket under the sink. Came out with some string, which she started to tie around his balls. Tightly.

1. Passed Out



This story is a true story of my first time sucking dick. I did change his name. All usual disclaimers apply. All sex is between 18 year olds.







My senior year of high school I partied a lot. I had great grades and was already accepted to my college of choice. I had some really close friends who liked to party too. We never got into anything other than booze and we were pretty responsible for drunk kids I guess (never drove around drunk or vandalized anything.) My best friend was Kyle. He was 6’2″ and really slim. Dark skinned Italian guy with a really smooth body. He wasn’t super dark; he just looked like he had a great tan year round. I hadn’t done anything gay and I really wasn’t gay for Kyle, I just respected his body. We spent so much time together people thought we were gay sometimes but we just got along well. We had the same interests, same dislikes, played the same sports, same advanced placement classes and honest to God, we even had the same birthday.



My parents went out of town a lot for long weekends and just before graduation they had taken a trip to TN or some shit so of course the party was planned. We had the beer and vodka, cards, dice and music. There were 9 of us at the party and we had been drinking for about 5 hours when everyone started passing out. I had an awesome alcohol tolerance and always out drank my friends, which was good for me this night. We had quit with the drinking games and were watching a movie when I looked up and realized everyone else had passed out. I was the only one still awake and I didn’t feel that drunk all of a sudden. I know I was wasted but I didn’t feel that drunk. Well, next to me on the sofa was Kyle passed out and holding a beer still. I grabbed the beer and set it on the table and he didn’t seem to notice.



I wondered what else I could get away with while he was passed out. I grabbed a blanket and threw it over our laps. He was sitting to my right and I put my hand on his left knee. I began to slide my hand up his leg very slowly while watching him and listening to his breathing. I reached his cock and still no change in his breathing. I started to rub it slowly through his jeans. Within minutes he was getting hard. I don’t know what came over me but I had to have more. I was so excited to be feeling my first hard cock I went crazy with lust. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and reached in. The heat inside his boxers was overwhelming. My fingers felt his pubes first and then bingo his almost fully hard cock. I wrapped my hand around it and was shocked. His dick was every bit as big as he had always said. I had just barely got my hand all the way around it and as I pulled it out of the hole in his boxers it was at least 8 inches long and cut. He hadn’t stirred through any of this. I began to slowly stroke his cock and some precum appeared at the head of his monster meat. Overcome with lust I just had to taste it.



I was pretty scared. I hadn’t done anything like this ever and what if he woke up. After weighing all the pros and cons I went down on my knees between his legs. I was under the blanket holding Kyle’s monster cock in front of my face. My tongue snaked out and gently licked up the pearl of precum…I lost all control and immediately put the whole mushroom tip in my mouth. I held just the head of his dick in my mouth and began to stroke the fiery hot shaft. I heard a groan from him and I immediately froze with my hand still around his dick and the mushroom tip in my mouth.



Then I heard his voice say “I don’t know who is under that blanket and I don’t care as long as they finish.” Those were the most inspirational words I have ever heard. I went to town. I didn’t know much about giving head but I was trying my hardest. I was giving one of the sloppiest blowjobs ever known to man. I was using my tongue to massage the crown on my way down and sucking with all my might on the way up. After about 3 or 4 minutes of this I felt his hand on the back of my head. He was pushing my head down on his big dick. The huge mushroom tip was at the back of my throat and my eyes began to water but I wanted every millimeter of his cock in my mouth. I swallowed and his cock entered my throat. It was amazing. I actually didn’t gag at all. He was holding my head all the way down on his dick and he started to thrust his hips into my face. I could actually feel his cock pulsating in my mouth. He loosened his grip every minute or so, so I could breathe but he knew I could deep throat it so he shoved it down my throat as soon as I got a breath every time.



I was too drunk to be thinking about him cumming. I was just focusing on the task at hand and that task was servicing Kyle’s cock. I was surprised when I heard his voice again. I had forgotten there was a person attached this gorgeous piece of meat. He said, “I’m going to cum! If you don’t want it in your mouth, get off now.” I just stopped for a second. I hadn’t really planned this out and I didn’t know if I wanted him to cum in my mouth or not. That decision was made for me. Before I knew it my mouth filled with an incredibly salty bitter taste that had a chlorine-like taste as well. I knew Kyle was cumming my mouth. I felt disgusting for a second then I started to love it. Here was my best friend shooting thick rope after thick rope of cum in my mouth. I was just holding all that cum in my mouth and his dick in my hand when for the third time I heard his voice, “I don’t mind if you spit or whatever. I’m going to get up and crash somewhere and I’m going leave this blanket over you because I have a feeling I don’t want to know who just sucked me off.” He did just that. And I swallowed my first load ever. That night transformed me from a straight/bi-curious guy, to a full on cocksucking/cumswallowing slut.



The next day about noon when everyone was up I had asked those who had stayed to help me clean up. Kyle came walking out of one of the guest bedrooms and I said, “Help clean up you lazy bitch.” Kyle leaned in real close to my ear and whispered so only I could hear, “My dick was in your mouth, don’t you think that makes you….my bitch?”



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Hi, I’m Ruta and I’m continuing my story of how we got our pretty, kind of prissy Sybil drunk and got Henk to fuck her at our party, just like she wanted. With a condom, of course. I just finished the part where Henk blew his wad and Sybil passed out.



Henk just sat there on the sofa for a long time with his hands behind his head, letting his mind clear and his dick go down. Sybil had passed out but her legs were still spread wide and Henk was looking at her well-used cunt that he was just inside of. It was bright pink and very wet. Mine looks cool after I’ve been fucked too, but Sybil’s pussy is a work of art, all tight and pink and hidden behind her outer lips like a secret treasure. Everyone who sees it loves it but she just doesn’t show it around enough.



“Henk, you did it! You knocked her out!” I said. I didn’t think that he had screwed her unconscious, really, but the fantasy made him smile. When Sybil passes out drunk after hard sex I don’t think it’s the sex. I think she just lets go. She gets drunk really easy ’cause she’s not that big a girl – she’s more tall than anything but she’s kind of skinny. It doesn’t take much to put her under. Then when you’ve got a big horny guy pounding you, you naturally stay awake for it but then you build up to a big cum and then Sybil feels drained because she has really big orgasms – she can cum harder than any girl I know, including me – and I think she just relaxes and lets go. After all, when she’s with a guy for the first time and drunk, Don and I are always there for her and she knows that we’ll take care of her ’cause we promised to. Heck, we have to, because she’s given us her sexual power of attorney so we have a legal responsibility to make decisions for her when she’s wasted.



Around the couple, our guests were breaking up the audience circle, groping each other and pairing or three-ing off to do their own things. Henk and Sybil saved our party! Their fuck got everyone in the mood! I was so happy! Here I was able to help Sybil get laid and protect her while in her alcohol-altered state of consciousness and at the same time get her and Henk to put on a great show for our party guests! That’s the thing. Fucking in private is an act of lust between horny adults and there is a certain margin for error. Fucking at someone’s party is a responsibility, something that has to be done right because you are providing entertainment and the show must go on!



Don didn’t put away the videocamera. He was walking around our apartment catching whatever action was going on. But he would have kept it handy for a second round anyway, because he knew that even if she wasn’t awake to appreciate it, Sybil liked to get screwed more than once when she got into it. It would be hard for anyone who didn’t know her like we do to say she wanted anything right now, because she was passed out. But we knew and we always respected her wishes and what she told us when she was sober was to let her do it when she was drunk.



“Henk, I’ve got to take your raincoat off!” I told the Dutch-born stud as I sat on the floor between his legs and started gently to pull the condom off his penis. “I don’t want you to get all soft and have it slip off and drip. It’s so full you’ll make a big slimy wet spot on my sofa!” Henk grunted, still not entirely back from his own orgasm. When I got it off, which was tricky ’cause I’m not the most coordinated gal, I was holding the slimy, Sybil-vag-fluid coated condom in one hand and his slimy, sperm-covered dick in the other. What to do? The only answer was the one I liked best! I leaned over and took his wet cock into my mouth and sucked while I used both hands to tie a knot in the condom to keep the cum from spilling out. That’s how I kept from having to get the sofa shampooed again (for a fifth time this year!) and also treated myself to a yummy “strange man” desert! I love sucking sperm and sometimes I like to lick it out of Sybil when she fucks a guy bareback we know is clean and trustworthy, or when she fucks my Don while we’re in a threeway, but that doesn’t happen too often (except with Don) and when we help her get laid by strangers we don’t know like tonight the only responsible thing was to have her new lovers use a condom until we know they’re safe, and there’s no point checking how clean they are and looking at medical tests until we know Sybil is going to want to fuck them again and a lot and feel their slippery sperm inside her hot cunt. (We don’t have to worry about them wanting to fuck Sybil! That’s never a problem!) We never know that until a day or so after, when Sybil wakes up, gets a good look at their performance, and sees how her pussy feels.



After I slurped up Henk’s cream, I patted him on the nuts and got up. “You want to screw Sybil in the butt?” I asked.



“What?” Henk said. He looked like he didn’t understand what I said.



Sybil likes to be fucked in the butt but not while she’s awake, I told him.



“What?” Henk said again. He looked like he still didn’t understand what I was saying.



“Hey, I said, “it’s too complicated to explain but trust me, Sybil would want for you to ream her ass with that prick right about now. Don’t worry. She’ll feel it good enough to cum if she has another one in her and she’ll watch herself tomorrow on Don’s video.”



“Oh”, said Henk, as if that explained anything. I could tell he really liked the idea that he was not only getting a shot at her asshole but it was being given to him on a silver platter. “Can we do this? I mean, she can’t give me permission and cornholing a girl is pretty personal.”



“Don’t you worry your handsome shaggy head about it,” I replied. “We are her sexual guardians, legal and everything. We’ve got a signed sexual power of attorney that empowers us to make her sex decisions for her when she’s wasted.”



“Cool” was all Henk could say because the whole idea was too much for him to handle while he was still in a rutting mood.



So with Henk’s help and the help of some of our other party guests, most of them naked by now, we got Sybil laid out leaning over the armrest of the sofa with her pretty, round, hard butt sticking up and face-down on a couple of pillows. Just for fun we pulled her arms straight out over her head and Don held them until we got her in place, so she was stretched out and lifted up off the cushion so her tits were riding up underneath her and her nipples were just rubbing on the seat cushions. Don let Cliff, one of our party guests, take her wrists while he went and got the videocam again. Cliff had just fucked his girlfriend on a chair in the dining room so he was done for a while and happy to help out.



Henk took the condom I gave him and put it on himself.



I got over a squeeze bottle of lube that we keep on the fireplace mantel. (We keep it in a cookie jar that looks like an old lighthouse! It’s really cute!) I told Henk to pull her cheeks apart – didn’t have to ask twice! He was getting his horn-hunger back! Then I squeezed out a big blob of lube and worked it into her butthole with my fingers. Then I wiped my hand on a dishcloth I brought from the bar and wanked Henk’s dick for a minute, teasing him. “You ready, stud? Can you give Sybil another load, this time in her back hole?”



Don started the videocam going again and caught all the action, starting with Henk opening up her ass so we could see her pink, blinking anus, to be clinical about it. He came in close while I lubed her and then pulled back so he could film Henk’s prick as it came closer to Sybil’s asshole. Cliff pulled Sybil’s arms so that she was stretched tight.



Henk grunted and I pulled him by the dick to Sybil’s backside, moved it back and forth in the lube puddle, and put the tip of his penis right on her anus so all he had to do was push forward. Boy, did he push forward! If Sybil didn’t already have a hole in her butt he would have drilled her one! Henk told me later that it was even tighter than her cunt but he felt it like a steel ring sliding up and down over his dick, where her vagina was more like a fist pumping him. Sybil was moaning and Henk was grunting and we could hear funny noises like squishing. It’s always fun watching a girl get fucked but it’s awesome to watch her get fucked in the ass!



Henk got into a rocking motion and soon every thrust got him a half inch or so more past her tight sphincter and into her rectum. But Henk has a long penis and Sybil’s anus is really tight, so it took a long time to get all the way inside her! Once he was in, you’d have thought that Sybil and Henk were made to fit each other. Every move he made, Sybil moved back and every time Sybil pushed her ass up Henk rotated his hips like it was the most natural thing to do to stir it up inside her guts. Sybil was awake enough to moan and grunt but couldn’t make words now and I’m sure she didn’t know where she was and maybe even who she was – it was all about having a dick deep in her butt and feeling really good about it.



It took a long time for Henk to cum! He told me afterward that it wasn’t because he had gotten off in her cunt beforehand. He said she was so tight in her asshole that it was like his dick was being squeezed at the root. I guess it was like when Don and I first got together he had the hots for me all the time and sometimes he had a problem with premature ejaculation so I would squeeze the tip of his penis for ejaculation control, like I was told to do by a nurse, and that worked really well. But of course that was the tip and Henk was talking about his root.



Anyway, the poor girl was all stretched out and her nice little firm tits were hanging down and bouncing around underneath her from the plowing she was taking and her head was hanging with her hair all around and she was kind of awake but out of it drunk and groaning like she needed it but couldn’t talk sense. Somewhere along the way I’m sure she came – probably more than once, but I couldn’t really tell.



Sweat was beading on Henk’s forehead – the apartment was warm, I grant you, but he was also putting a lot of energy into boring deep into Sybil’s tight bunghole.



So I guess Henk was feeling her ass was so tight it was hard to cum and the feeling just got to building higher and higher until his eyes turned white, as we used to say. After about fifteen minutes he was dying to bust his nut inside Sybil’s rectum!



So he did! (Busted a nut, that is.) Henk lurched forward and slammed into Sybil’s backside with a big ol’ grunt and held his pelvis against her butt for a long time while he made funny noises in his throat and kept his eyes tight closed. I think he must of squirted a huge load up her butt and I wondered if he was going to bust the condom and spray her all the way up inside her rectum with his man goo! That would be very bad, ’cause when Sybil is wasted it’s our responsibility to look after her – that’s the deal. She would be really pissed at us if she woke up the next morning with a rectum full of semen from a guy she didn’t remember!



But if the condom was broke, the deed was already done, so we let Henk finish up with five or six more strokes after the big one while Sybil was moaning and huffing and puffing like she would have had an orgasm if she would have been a little less smashed. I wondered for a minute if we had done the right thing. If we had put her in another position where you could reach her pussy I could have diddled her clit and maybe given her a climax of her own for sure while she was being sodomized, but I didn’t think of it. Silly me.



Finally, pouring sweat, Henk bent over Sybil’s back with his arms on either side of her body and kissed her neck – I thought he was going to bite it the way he fell on her! – and made a whole bunch of little thrusting movements with his hips, like he was wringing one last squirt out of his prostate and wanted to give her one last thrill in the old sphincter. Then he stood up and stepped back. Sybil was completely out.



Henk’s dick pulled out and the condom was still on him, not broken after all, and full of his creamy white cum! What a relief! How could I ever have explained it to Sybil when she found her rectum stuffed with hot semen from a guy she had only just met? She hates that! She always says that bareback anal sex is never something you ever do on the first fuck.



While Don moved in close to catch Sybil’s gaping asshole on video, I did what I did before, pulling the condom off Henk, and started licking him clean. This was getting to be a regular thing with us! His come was salty and tasted a little of caffeine, but good.



In the meantime, Don caught the lovely sight inside of Sybil’s open anus, the lining of her tunnel bright red and glistening. He likes to time how long it takes the gape to close. Mine closes in about four minutes if I concentrate on relaxing it but Sybil’s slams shut in 90 seconds. She just has a tighter ass than I do, but of course she’s younger and has had fewer things pushed up her chute.



After I finished licking Henk clean, I squeezed his dick and said – you know, you can come see me too, sometime! He grinned and said thanks but in view of my relationship with Sybil he was going focus his attention on her. Wonderful Sybil, inside and out! He wanted to get to know her and did I think that if he asked her out she would go on a date with him? I told him I thought so, but he’d have to take time to get to know her better. Maybe Don and I could have him and Sybil over for lunch some day or we could meet at the gallery sometime when Sybil wasn’t too busy. He seems like a nice guy and he has a nice dick and it seems to fit nicely inside Sybil.



After Sybil’s asshole shut, Don picked her up gently and carried her into our bedroom. Cliff, who was naked himself and getting an erection back, followed him into the bedroom to get a better look at Sybil’s body close up. During Sybil’s ass-fuck, Cliff couldn’t see any of the good stuff from his vantage point above her head and pulling on her arms. He couldn’t even see her tits dangling. So he wanted some quality time ogling her body and maybe feeling her up. But he knew Don would never let him fuck her because she hadn’t picked him out. She probably didn’t even know who Cliff was.

I had known Heather since I was a junior in high school. We did not attend the same high school nor did we hang out often. We were nothing more than passing acquaintances. She was a good looking girl, although not necessarily my type. She was tall, just a shade under 6 feet, and I preferred more petite girls. We ended up choosing to go to the same college, but as we weren’t close friends we didn’t tell each other.



I ran into Heather about 2 months into my freshman year on campus and we were surprised to see each other to say the least. She looked good, but she still wasn’t my type. She wore a pair of jeans that hugged her wide hips, a green T-shirt, and a pair of brown sandals. We chatted for awhile and then I headed off to class.



Heather and I began too see each other more and more on campus, and even began to hang out on the weekends. Like most college towns, there isn’t much to do but drink, and drink a lot. She became a regular with my crowd of friends that year, and we all had great times, even though we couldn’t always remember what exactly we did. Heather had become known for drinking until she passed out, and I was always the one who had to take care of her, which ruined my night.



Like just about every Friday night that year, it was drinking time. We started out pre-drinking at in my dorm room, but we were soon off to the Blue House. That was our normal Friday night party house. It was always loaded with good looking girls, had tons of beer and rarely got busted by the cops. Heather was with us as usual, and was pretty drunk by the time we got to the house. She was wearing a pair of tight black “fuck me” pants as I called them, and a backless, sleeveless shirt. Her C sized tits had a hard time staying put in her shirt, but she wouldn’t have noticed if they fell out anyway. Her long curly brown hair looked good, but also hid the drunken look she had in her eyes.



I spent the first hour or so hanging with my buddy who lived at the house. We chilled behind his bar, drank and played drinking games such as ‘hockey’ and ‘asshole.’ I was buzzing pretty well when I saw Heather drunkenly stumbling around the dance floor, spilling her full beer everywhere. She barely had her eyes open and had to lean on the wall or other random people to keep from falling over. I shook my head and said bye to my buddy, as I knew I had to take Heather home…….again. She had ruined another night, and I was going to at least make taking her home worth my while.



I went over to Heather and grabbed her arm. She smiled at me, but didn’t seem to recognize who I was. I put her arm over my shoulder and walked her out of the house. It took us nearly half an hour to get back to her dorm. I used her key to let me in her room and I dumped her on her bed. Her roommate Carrie went home every weekend so I had the room, not to mention Heather, all to myself.



She passed out the minute she hit the bed. Her left tit flopped out of the vee in her shirt. I reached down and began to massage her breast. She didn’t react all, so I decided to go a bit further. I lifted her shirt up over head and threw it to the floor. With her naked from the waist up I quietly took my shirt and shoes off. Casting them to the side I knelt on the floor next to Heather’s bed and took one of her nipple’s into my mouth. I licked and sucked on her nipple until it grew sharp in my mouth. There was still no reaction from Heather. She was out cold, and I was going to enjoy myself. I was going to make taking care of her drunken ass so many times worth it. I had never thought of dating Heather, but I often thought about what it would be like to have meaningless sex with her. Tonight was the night I was going to find out.



I stood back up and unzipped her pants in the front and slid them past her hips and down to her ankles. They ended up being tossed onto Carrie’s bed as I set my sight on her crotch. She was wearing a teeny black silk thong that hardly covered anything. I rolled those past her ass and down her legs. I sniffed then pocketed her panties as a memento of the evening we were about to have. She sported a landing strip above her slit, and the rest was nice and smooth. She must get waxed I thought as I added my jeans and boxers to the pile of clothes on the floor.



My dick was semi-hard as it anticipated its impending action. I took my dick in my hand and began to rub the head over Heather’s lips and face. She looked pretty like that, I thought. I wanted to fuck her and was growing impatient, but needed to get her warmed up. I opened her legs and spread apart her lips, sliding a finger insider her warm hole. She was a bit damp, but needed some work before I could get down to business with her. With my other hand I began to rub her clit while my finger slid in and out of her. Her pussy smelled great so I moved in for a taste, extending tongue and lapping first at her outer lips. There was still no movement from Heather other than her breathing. Her pussy tasted wonderful and she was starting to get wetter. I pressed my tongue all the way inside of Heather and licked her inner folds slowly, exploring all I could of her slit.



My cock was now as hard as a pipe and I wanted to fuck Heather badly. Her pussy was nice and wet, ready for my cock. I positioned myself between her legs and slowly probed my cock into her wet warm hole. I thought I heard a moan escape her mouth, but couldn’t be sure. Her pussy felt wonderful, and I found it hard to keep from cumming right there. I wanted to enjoy this so I fought back the urge to blow my load in her unsuspecting pussy. Once all the way inside her I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders. Thrusting my hips I began to jab in and out of her, first slow then I increasingly picked up the pace. Soon enough I was plowing myself into her delicate hole, causing the bed to bang against the wall, which elicited an angry response from her neighbor. Heather’s nipples were now pointing straight up and her face was flushed as my dick began to cause an involuntary response from her slumbering body. I started rolling her clit between my thumb and index finger as I slammed into Heather with short little jabs.



Her breathing became shallow and quicker in pace. I knew she was close to cumming and I wanted to push her over the edge but save my seed for someplace else. I withdrew my glistening cock and knelt down in front of her leaking cunt. I rammed three fingers inside her vacant hole and flicked her bean with my tongue. No less than a minute later she glossed my face with her juices and her body trembled a bit. She had still not woken up, so I was confident that she wouldn’t notice what I was about to do to her.



On top of her roommates dresser was a tube of KY, which would aid my next undertaking. I grabbed the tube and dropped it next to Heather on the bed. I grabbed her waist and rolled her over on to her chest, and pulled her towards me so that her legs dangled off the bed. I spread her ass cheeks with one hand and squeezed a large dollop of KY on her brown rosebud. I spread it around her hole with my finger and then pressed it inside her tight virgin ass. Satisfied that she was lubed enough, I worked some KY over my cock and placed my head at her tight hole. I slowly inserted myself into her ass and stopped to see if Heather was showing any signs of waking up. She was still out so I rammed my dick into her ass full tilt. Her ass was incredibly tight, and it clamped down on me like a vise. There was no way I would last long, so I pumped furiously inside her dark tunnel. I grabbed the hair in the back of her head and pulled it back while I rode her ass. Her bed was now ramming against her wall with every plunge into her ass I made, which covered the low grunting I couldn’t hold back through gritted teeth. My balls tightened and I knew this was it. I buried my dick deep into her ass and let loose a torrent of cum, flooding her rear love canal. I collapsed on top of my sleeping sex toy in a heap of drunken post rape fatigue. I was sweating and breathing raggedly, but knew I had to get out of her dorm and back to my place before Heather woke up and I was in big trouble.



I slid her underneath her covers and gathered up my clothes. After I was dressed, wearing her panties, and ready to leave, I slid my tongue into her mouth and explored her for a few seconds more before exiting her room. The hallway was empty, but I quickly made my way to the nearest stairwell and made it outside. I was smiling from ear to ear as I jauntily ambled home. This was a great night, and even though Heather was out cold I knew she had enjoyed herself. My mind replayed what I had done as I walked home and combined with the feel of Heather’s silk thong rubbing against my cock, I was hard again.

1. Passed Out



This story is a true story of my first time sucking dick. I did change his name. All usual disclaimers apply. All sex is between 18 year olds.







My senior year of high school I partied a lot. I had great grades and was already accepted to my college of choice. I had some really close friends who liked to party too. We never got into anything other than booze and we were pretty responsible for drunk kids I guess (never drove around drunk or vandalized anything.) My best friend was Kyle. He was 6’2″ and really slim. Dark skinned Italian guy with a really smooth body. He wasn’t super dark; he just looked like he had a great tan year round. I hadn’t done anything gay and I really wasn’t gay for Kyle, I just respected his body. We spent so much time together people thought we were gay sometimes but we just got along well. We had the same interests, same dislikes, played the same sports, same advanced placement classes and honest to God, we even had the same birthday.



My parents went out of town a lot for long weekends and just before graduation they had taken a trip to TN or some shit so of course the party was planned. We had the beer and vodka, cards, dice and music. There were 9 of us at the party and we had been drinking for about 5 hours when everyone started passing out. I had an awesome alcohol tolerance and always out drank my friends, which was good for me this night. We had quit with the drinking games and were watching a movie when I looked up and realized everyone else had passed out. I was the only one still awake and I didn’t feel that drunk all of a sudden. I know I was wasted but I didn’t feel that drunk. Well, next to me on the sofa was Kyle passed out and holding a beer still. I grabbed the beer and set it on the table and he didn’t seem to notice.



I wondered what else I could get away with while he was passed out. I grabbed a blanket and threw it over our laps. He was sitting to my right and I put my hand on his left knee. I began to slide my hand up his leg very slowly while watching him and listening to his breathing. I reached his cock and still no change in his breathing. I started to rub it slowly through his jeans. Within minutes he was getting hard. I don’t know what came over me but I had to have more. I was so excited to be feeling my first hard cock I went crazy with lust. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and reached in. The heat inside his boxers was overwhelming. My fingers felt his pubes first and then bingo his almost fully hard cock. I wrapped my hand around it and was shocked. His dick was every bit as big as he had always said. I had just barely got my hand all the way around it and as I pulled it out of the hole in his boxers it was at least 8 inches long and cut. He hadn’t stirred through any of this. I began to slowly stroke his cock and some precum appeared at the head of his monster meat. Overcome with lust I just had to taste it.



I was pretty scared. I hadn’t done anything like this ever and what if he woke up. After weighing all the pros and cons I went down on my knees between his legs. I was under the blanket holding Kyle’s monster cock in front of my face. My tongue snaked out and gently licked up the pearl of precum…I lost all control and immediately put the whole mushroom tip in my mouth. I held just the head of his dick in my mouth and began to stroke the fiery hot shaft. I heard a groan from him and I immediately froze with my hand still around his dick and the mushroom tip in my mouth.



Then I heard his voice say “I don’t know who is under that blanket and I don’t care as long as they finish.” Those were the most inspirational words I have ever heard. I went to town. I didn’t know much about giving head but I was trying my hardest. I was giving one of the sloppiest blowjobs ever known to man. I was using my tongue to massage the crown on my way down and sucking with all my might on the way up. After about 3 or 4 minutes of this I felt his hand on the back of my head. He was pushing my head down on his big dick. The huge mushroom tip was at the back of my throat and my eyes began to water but I wanted every millimeter of his cock in my mouth. I swallowed and his cock entered my throat. It was amazing. I actually didn’t gag at all. He was holding my head all the way down on his dick and he started to thrust his hips into my face. I could actually feel his cock pulsating in my mouth. He loosened his grip every minute or so, so I could breathe but he knew I could deep throat it so he shoved it down my throat as soon as I got a breath every time.



I was too drunk to be thinking about him cumming. I was just focusing on the task at hand and that task was servicing Kyle’s cock. I was surprised when I heard his voice again. I had forgotten there was a person attached this gorgeous piece of meat. He said, “I’m going to cum! If you don’t want it in your mouth, get off now.” I just stopped for a second. I hadn’t really planned this out and I didn’t know if I wanted him to cum in my mouth or not. That decision was made for me. Before I knew it my mouth filled with an incredibly salty bitter taste that had a chlorine-like taste as well. I knew Kyle was cumming my mouth. I felt disgusting for a second then I started to love it. Here was my best friend shooting thick rope after thick rope of cum in my mouth. I was just holding all that cum in my mouth and his dick in my hand when for the third time I heard his voice, “I don’t mind if you spit or whatever. I’m going to get up and crash somewhere and I’m going leave this blanket over you because I have a feeling I don’t want to know who just sucked me off.” He did just that. And I swallowed my first load ever. That night transformed me from a straight/bi-curious guy, to a full on cocksucking/cumswallowing slut.



The next day about noon when everyone was up I had asked those who had stayed to help me clean up. Kyle came walking out of one of the guest bedrooms and I said, “Help clean up you lazy bitch.” Kyle leaned in real close to my ear and whispered so only I could hear, “My dick was in your mouth, don’t you think that makes you….my bitch?”



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This story is part of the 2011 Summer Lovin’ Contest.



It’s a little out there, and might not be for everyone, or anyone. There’s some Non-Consent (or worse), incest, non-PC dialog, and over the top performances. But it’s all in fun, really. It’s just a story.



Right?




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It was funny how over the summer my friends changed. With school out, the neighborhood became more important than the sports and popularity cliques, and this year it meant hanging out with Jerry Mallory more. Something I would NEVER do in school. He was a nerd and outcast, but he had his own group of weirdo gamers to hang out with, birds-of-a-feather and all that.



During the summer break, Jerry had 5 things going for him which hadn’t really mattered much before, and were now changing my opinion of him as a friend.



1) Although he lived in a different neighborhood, much more upscale, he only lived about 150 yards away, 3 blocks over. If I cut through the Davis’s side yard, and went through the alley, it was almost like we were on the same block.



2) He always had spending money. His second stepfather, though never around, was a generous old fart. Jerry had a debit card that we could run a couple of hundred dollars a week through without hearing a peep about it.



3) He had a great yard. Their pool was flanked by a long building which included the pool-house, a billiards room (with a half dozen genuine arcade machines), a completely outfitted workout room, and sauna.



And then there was the backyard eye-candy. Specifically:



4) Danielle. Jerry’s stepsister was home from college, and the first time I saw her I almost crapped my pants. Un-fucking-believable, like she’d just stepped out of the pages of Playboy. She spent most of her days out by the pool, wearing the smallest of bikinis, with an assortment of friends coming and going, and sneaking beers whenever nobody was looking. Any excuse to see the second best looking girl in the neighborhood worked for me. And if that meant weird Jerry was my new best buddy, so be it.



5) Jill. His mother, Jill, was the best-looking woman in the neighborhood. Hands down. Mrs. Mallory wasn’t always half-naked by the poolside, like the aforementioned Danielle. She was too busy watching after her 3 kids, Jerry and the step-kids who were still at home. She was occupied with clubs, causes, and all the other crap that came with being a trophy wife. She still made the occasional pool appearance, but didn’t seem to like Danielle’s crowd. If I timed it right, I could workout with her in their gym. She was fanatical about her ‘personal’ time, and spent easily two hours a day in there. Her trainer Donna, yet another hotty, was around a few times a week to keep her in line.



Getting to work out with Jerry’s mom usually required either going over early, like before 8:00am, or staying around late, around nine-ish. The morning was more interesting, since that was when she worked out with the weights. In the evening it was mostly cardio on one of the stationary bikes, but at least a couple of times a week that was followed up by a late swim. For me, that was the grand prize. Those nights she’d work out in tight shorts and a top that wasn’t much more than a sports bra, which struggled mightily to contain her bodacious knockers, especially when the big screen in front of her bike showed her climbing the steep hills. She’d rise up on the pedals, and pound away at them, her magical tits bouncing and swaying with each new stroke of her leg.



It had been about 4 weeks since school let out, and I was becoming a fixture in the Mallory household. Danielle seemed to have gotten over her condescending attitude and even remembered my name occasionally. I learned a little more about her as my constant presence was tolerated and even taken advantage of on occasion. Jerry’s Mom had ruled that Danielle and her friends were not allowed to drink at their house. Some history there I guess. One afternoon, when the backyard was unusually empty, I decided to be brave and stretched out on the recliner next to her. I had a beer with me; they didn’t seem to mind if Jerry and I had the occasional brew. Danielle looked over at me peeling off those sunglasses to give me one of her vicious condescending glares. Instead she surprised me with a little smile.



“I’m thirsty, mind if I have a sip?” she asked nodding toward my beer.



“I’ll get you one if you like.”



“No, I don’t need a whole one. We could just share yours.” She even deigned to smile at me.



I was excited to think of her lips touching the same bottle as mine. We shared two beers by the pool, and she seemed almost pleasant. A little later Jerry pulled me to the side. “Don’t let Mom or Dad catch you giving her beer. She knows she’s not allowed.”



“It’s just half a beer,” I told him.



“I’m not kidding. You’ll be cut off too.”



I took the warning to heart, and was much more aware of who was around when I offered to share my beer with Danni. Much more careful to disguise it as well. We never went through more than a couple together. She was a much nicer person with half a beer in her. Almost likable. She’d even chat with me.



Jerry’s mother grew tolerant of my constant presence. If her trainer wasn’t with her when she worked out, there was a good chance I’d be around. If she needed help with anything, I was the man. Unload the van? In a heartbeat. Anything to be in her presence.



At first she was patient with me, slowly growing more receptive to my presence. Before long she seemed to enjoy my company, and became more chatty while we worked out. Jerry wasn’t into the workouts much, even though he was the one who needed it most. On occasion he’d join us if his mother badgered him enough, but the last week or so she’d given up on him, accepting that he’d rather park himself in from of his Xbox and play with the new Kinect rather than exercise.



I wasn’t complaining, Jill, as his mother insisted I call her, was more open when he was around. The previous week I’d gotten a little more daring and climbed on the exercise bike beside hers, thinking we could have a nice extended talk, instead of the little moments between sets or when helping out. That was a lesson in humility. I might be bigger and stronger, but on the bike she ruled. I thought I had decent stamina, but half-an-hour later I was gasping.



Two days later I was up beside her again, and she gave me a quirky smile. “Back for more punishment?”



It was nice to hear her open the conversation. Initially I seemed to start every conversation. “Here for training. I’ve learned my lesson, I definitely can’t hang with you. Not yet at least.”



Her smile was magnificent. “I’ll tone it down a bit. I admit it, I was showing off a bit. Yesterday I was sore as hell.”



I lasted a little longer, maybe forty minutes before I was completely gassed. She got up and fetched us both waters from the mini-fridge, insisting I keep going, as slowly as I wanted, as long as I didn’t stop. The mirrors across the back wall of the room were a Godsend, allowing me to watch her every movement, everywhere she went. I pouted when she left for a moment, then perked up watching her every move when she returned.



I guess I was staring. She walked over to me, put a finger on my cheek and turned my head forward. “Eyes on the monitor. Pedal. Nothing to see over here.”



Nothing? Crazy woman.



I somehow stuck it out the last 10 minutes or so, and crawled off the bike, my legs shaking.



“Good job, Alex. That’s a hard course.”



“Thanks,” I groaned, “didn’t look too hard for you.”



“It’s your second day on that bike. I’ve had years.” Instead of heading out to the pool, she turned to the connecting door. “I’m gonna take a sauna. You should too; it’ll really help with the soreness.”



I sat in that steamy hot room, wearing nothing but a towel and deeply aware she was in the same boat. I kept fantasizing about Mrs. Mallory casually removing her towel and leaning back letting me ogle her magnificent tits.



Let’s face it. She had an incredible bod. Narrow waist flaring out to full hips, a bubbly round ass, with toned thighs and calves. Her legs were slender like her waist, and tanned to perfection. Moving up from the waist were two of the most audacious tits imaginable. Full and firm, they made her look top heavy, too big for that small body. Thankfully that juicy ass balanced her somewhat.



If that wasn’t enough, her face was so beautiful it could make you forget about the rest of her. A long slender nose, full but not exaggerated lips over a generous mouth, huge mesmerizing green eyes, and that sexy dark brown hair, worn shoulder length. Think Evangeline Lilly with fuller hair and a little more heart shaped face. Stunning.



We chatted about school and exercise and about summer plans, but I can’t recall any of it. I only remember sitting and staring at that evil towel enveloping her breasts, and trying my damndest to telekinetically make it open. That and hoping she didn’t notice there was huge tent action going on underneath my towel.



The next time we worked out together, she made a show of turning on the sauna even before we got on the bike. Big mistake. That left me riding with a hard-on most of the time, and I was miserable. I was sweating bullets, and constantly trying to surreptitiously adjust myself. Damn it!



She took pity on me eventually, reaching across the gap between our bikes, and resting her hand on my shoulder. “Take it easy, there’s nothing to worry about. So you’re a little excited. You’re a teenage boy. These things happen. Nobody’s around to see, right? Nothing to be embarrassed about.”



She was wrong. There was one person there to see it. And clearly she had. Still it did allow me to regain my sanity and my aching erection slowly calmed down to a simple obscene swelling.



I wondered if she’d cancel the sauna, but she seemed eager to sweat out the poisons. Of course the erection I’d finally managed to get under control on the bike was back with a vengeance. I tried to ignore it, and we were able to talk about life, dreams and aspirations, a heady conversation for somebody like me to have with a woman like that. To be honest, once I got her going, she mostly talked and I was happy to just listen. I loved her voice, her laughter, the way she moved when she spoke, how her hands gestured, everything.



I was given the task of adding water to the lava rocks. Sitting back down after the latest dousing, I planted myself a little closer. We’d started a good five feet or more apart, but after I got up each time, I tried to sit a little nearer. I now was perched with my leg up on the bench, my knee only inches from hers. I turned to her and asked her to tell me something about her favorite foods. I saw her look down below my waist, then she reached for my cock.



Oh God! It was going to happen!



I was wrong. She reached for my towel and pulled it up and over to better cover the beast down below. I realized that sitting as I was, she had a view right up my towel. With the full blown tower of my erection, the towel was not covering very much. Like I said, she pulled the towel over, and gave me a little pat. Right there. I nearly had a stroke.



She leaned forward. “It’s Ok that I make you hard. I get it. You’re a teenager. It’s even kind of cute. But I don’t need to be shown it, Ok?”



I stumbled over an apology, promising it would never happen again.



She placed her hand on my bare knee and gave me a pat. “Take it easy. We won’t make a federal case about it. You’ve got wood. Just keep it under wraps.”



She turned away from me, leaning back against the wall and breathing deeply of the steam. Her hand stayed on my knee, just resting there. Take it easy? If I wasn’t careful, I was going to blow any moment.



Somehow I survived our sauna, and in the shower, dealt with my not-so-little friend. My inspiration was waiting for me in the exercise room, and she reached out and tousled my hair. “I appreciate the company. And I’m glad you were able to take care of things.” She nodded below my waist, which no longer looked comical. “Thanks. Sometimes it’s kind of lonely around here with Bob gone all the time, my boy surgically attached to those damn games, and Danielle off to college. Occasionally I just need time with an adult.”



“You’re welcome, of course. I’m sure you know I like being around you,” I tried to be casual.



She smiled. “Yes, I can tell. There’s little doubt about that.”



I blushed, tongue-tangled, but she reached out for me again. “It’s alright. It’s nice to be wanted. It just can’t go anywhere, you understand?”



“I understand.”



But that won’t stop me from trying, I thought.



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A few days later I was headed back over to Jerry’s after checking in at home. I ate dinner over at his house several times a week, but tonight was some kind of spinach cannoli, so I went with my fallback plan and let my family know I was still alive, and had Mom cook me up a burger.



Full, if not satisfied, (if you get my drift), I had gym shorts and a t-shirt on, ready for a workout and a swim later. I let myself in the back way, and headed for the game room where Jerry was parked most of the time I wasn’t there. I’d taken a quick glance at the backyard, but it looked like Danielle and her crowd were out somewhere. Too bad. She was always good for fueling a few of my late night fantasies.



I grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and then it was up the stairs to spend a couple of mindless hours gaming before my planned workout session.



I didn’t recognize the current game and with the headphones on Jerry couldn’t hear me come in or ask what he was playing. I had to step in front of him to get his attention.



“What’s the new game?” I asked him after he cursed me for getting him killed.



“Child of Eden. It’s really pretty incredible,” he answered, looking like he’d just run a marathon. Of course that’s how he looked after he’d walked up the stairs. He really needed to be joining us in the workout room, but who was I to pressure him?



He showed me the game but it looked kind of faggy, so we fell back on the old standby, Call of Duty: Black Ops, which I have to admit, he was pretty kick-ass playing. An hour later I was peeking out the back window to see if the exercise room light would come on.



“If you plan on working out, you’re on your own tonight. Mom’s out of it,” he said when he caught me looking out the window.



“What, is Bob in town? Did they go out or something?”



“Hell no. Bob’s still somewhere in Taiwan, I think. Supposed to be back this week, but who knows? She just had one of those days,” he explained while lighting up some noob’s ass for about the 20th time in a row.



“What’s ‘one of those days?’ A time of the month thing?”



“Jesus, Alex! She’s my mom, I don’t even want to think about that.”



“Well, what is it?” I kept insisting.



“You know. She gets all freaked out about her life and stuff. Pops a few Valium, has a couple of drinks, and then passes out for a while. Last Christmas she didn’t wake up for an entire day – I thought we’d have to take her to the hospital. When she starts drinking the Vodka, it’s a dead giveaway.”



Hospital? Jill?



“You’re Mom’s passed out? Don’t you think we should go check on her?”



“What for? It’s not the first time. It won’t be the last. Sometimes she just needs to kind of escape, I guess.”



I heckled him into looking in on her and followed him to her room. Sure enough, she was in the bed, arms akimbo, mouth open and snoring. He turned on the light without a care for her. Not a single sign of movement.



Jill was lying there, dead to the world, the covers thrown off and just a sheet covering her. One bare leg was sticking out, and I fantasized about where that thigh might lead, just under the cream colored 800-count cotton sheets.



“She’s really out of it, isn’t she?” I whispered.



He laughed. “You don’t have to whisper, an earthquake wouldn’t wake her up. WOULD IT MOM?” he practically shouted.



Didn’t get the least reaction.



“Damn!” I told him approaching the bed. “You aren’t kidding.” I reached out and shook her leg, my fingers tingling where I touched her smooth skin. “Mrs. Mallory, are you Ok? Do you need anything?.”



“Forget about it. A few months back she didn’t even make it to the bed and ended up in the middle of the floor all night long. The maid screamed and thought she was dead. It took us ten minutes to get her back in the bed, and she never snapped out of it.”



My mind was working overtime, and my thoughts were probably the same ones you’d have in my shoes. “Do you think she’s naked under there?”



“No way,” he said. “She’s pretty careful to stay covered up at all times. This is definitely a ‘no nudity’ house. Anytime Danni gets even a little out of line, Mom sets her straight. Only the bathing suits get a little leeway. She’s probably wearing a nightgown or shorts or something.



I moved a little higher up the bed, and grabbed the sheet that was the only thing between me and visual Nirvana.



“What are you doing, Alex?”



“Just taking a peek.” I explained as I slid the sheet aside, exposing Jill in all her glorious MILFishness. Naked. 100%. Not a stitch on her. Score one for Aleximus Magnus. Called that one!



“Fuck!” Jerry cried out taking a step back. “She’s naked!”



“Yes she is. Sweet, huh?”



“Cover her up. What if someone comes in here?”



“Like who?” I asked while my gaze took in those fabulous tits which had bewitched me night after night from behind her workout top.



“I don’t know, somebody,” he whined.



I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on her smooth belly. “Jill?”



“Come on, I told you that won’t do anything? Let’s get out of here.”



“Where is everyone, anyway?” I asked, as my hand caressed her soft curves.



“Shit, I don’t know! Danielle’s at her friend Caitlyn’s for the weekend. The monsters are with their mother until next Friday. Bob’s in fucking Asia somewhere.”



“So we’re alone in this house, right. Pretty good deal, huh? Who’s going to walk in?” I lifted my hand off Jill’s stomach, and placed it on her tit, feeling its warmth and fullness, giving it a good squeeze. Nothing but gentle open mouthed snoring in response.



“Damn it, Alex! She’s my Mom. Have some respect.”



Hell, I never thought he had it in him to speak back to me. I knew what I was going to do, and it was best if he was a willing participant. I fondled her fabulous tit, while thinking. Then it came to me.



I got up, and Jerry thanked me for coming to my senses. Way too soon. I went to her dresser and started going through the drawers, quickly finding what I was looking for. A nice sheer nighty.



“God, what are you doing now?” Jerry asked, literally wringing his hands. I didn’t think people really did that.



I placed the wispy material over his mother’s face. Then I stood back and admired my handiwork.



“What’s that about?” Jerry asked.



“Look at her now. Just look at her from the neck down.” I waved my arm across her body, for emphasis. “That’s not your mother anymore. That’s a beautiful, naked woman who’s just invited you to do anything you want with her body. Anything. Look at that.”



I think it was working. He’d stopped his hand wringing and was staring at his Mom’s boobs. Good choice. Definitely worth staring at. I pushed him over next to the bed, grabbed his hand and put it on her nearest tit. He pulled back for a moment, then reached out on his own. He seemed to get the idea and I saw his hand was moving, squeezing it just a bit.



“See? That could be anybody. Taylor maybe, or Maddy Thomas. Except this body is even better than theirs.”



“Linda?” he said softly. I assumed he was talking about the Linda that was a frequent pool-guest friend of his step-sister.



“Yeah, Linda. With bigger tits. Naked and begging for it. Anybody.”

“Danielle?” he asked, his hand tugging on her nipple.



“Fuck yeah, it’s definitely Danielle. Haughty, snooty, bitchy Danielle, unconscious and daring you to do something about it. Are you man enough to give Danielle what she so badly needs? Are you, Jer?”



He reached out with both hands and grabbed his Mom’s breasts, squeezing. “Turn down the lights,” he said.



Fuckin’ A.



I got up and went to the wall switch, pulling the slider downward until the overhead was barely lit. He had a good idea there. You could still see her pretty well, but the lighting wasn’t as harsh and all revealing. The dim lights of a strip club. Where sin is King. And for tonight, Jill Mallory was Queen.



I went and pulled the covers and sheets completely off the bed. Yeah, that was better. Jesus, she had a hot body for an older woman. “How old’s your Mom, Jerry?”



“34.”



“34? Are you kidding me, she’d have to have been, what…”



“16 when she had me. And stop reminding me it’s my Mom.”



“Fine. How old is Danielle?”



“Twenty, I think. Yeah, twenty since March.”



“That looks about right then. That’s the smokin’ body of a 20 year old if I ever saw one.”



Jerry wasn’t paying any more attention to me. It was obvious he was a breast man, and he had his Mom’s nipple in his mouth, suckling like a newborn.



I laid down on the other side of her, and took her other tit under control. She had more than enough to share. Her nipple fit my mouth nicely. Plus my hands were free to explore her body. Soon they were exploring that warm place between her legs.



I know, it might seem kind of weird, two guys just a couple of inches apart, working over a girl’s tits. Kind of gay, maybe. It wasn’t. We were building a camaraderie. Sharing. It was pretty cool, even. Her tits were simply incredible, and Jerry was obviously content as hell.



Me? There was something else I wanted to suck on.



I grabbed Jill’s legs and pulled them roughly across the bed diagonally, giving us plenty of room to work, and sort of daring her to respond. She started to turn on her side a bit; she might be unconscious, but she wasn’t dead. I just waited for her to finish, then put her back onto her back, and spread her legs. She had a small tuft of fur above her pussy, easily an inch within her tan lines. I moved closer for a better look, and her smell hit me like a schoolyard bully. It literally knocked me back for a second, then I moved back in, inhaling deeply. Damn, that was one intoxicating scent. A grown woman’s pussy. And not just any grown woman, Jill Mallory, the MILF to end all MILFs.



I opened her legs wider, and licked my first kitty.



Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t a virgin or anything. Of course not. Fat chance. I’d fucked a lot of girls. Five, now that I think about it, but I wouldn’t normally count Cheryl, since she’s big, and I was drunk, and I don’t remember shit about it. But she remembered enough to fucking follow me around like a stray dog for the better part of a semester.



And there were three more that gave me hand jobs. Eight women altogether, seven if I don’t count chubba. Four of them gave me blow jobs. Well, four that at least had their mouth on my cock at some time. Jenna finished me, and even swallowed. Yep, every drop. No wonder Jenna was my all-time favorite.



Until now.



So like I said, I’ve been around. But I never had a completely naked woman in front of me, and never had my mouth anywhere near their twat.



But thanks to Mrs. Mallory that was changing.



As I licked my first pussy, I realized my cock was aching. I was still fully dressed. No sense in that. I quickly stood up and stripped naked, putting Jill and me on equal terms.



Ol’ Jerry was too busy chowing down on his Mom’s tits to notice or comment on it.



“Danni’s got some sweet ass tits, doesn’t she?” I teased.



He actually pulled away for a second and I could see his Mom’s nipples were hard and red. “Big ass tits. All real,” he said smiling.



“Sweet, hot pussy too. Tasty twenty-year-old pussy, barely legal.” I told him, putting up my hand for a high five. He didn’t hesitate to give me closure.



“You know we’re going to fuck Danielle’s ditzy blond brains out tonight, don’t you?”



A look of concern crossed his face. “No, really? We don’t have to take it that far.”



“We’re going to fuck Danielle so hard she’ll feel it for a week. Every time you look at her she’ll grab her crotch, remembering what we did to her.”



“Fuck Danielle,” he moaned, then went back to town on those tits.



I, on the other hand, went back to learning everything I could about a woman’s pussy. Jill was a hell of a teacher, never complaining if I made a mistake, and allowing me near infinite leeway.



After licking her and sucking on her nether-lips, I tried to find out how far up inside her my tongue would go. Far enough to hurt my jaw after a while. I loved the way she tasted and smelled, and couldn’t get enough of her. I moved my head back enough to lose the shadows and opened her up, taking in the spongy pinkness inside her, which sucked my finger in with the greatest of ease. The folds of skin at the top, when pried apart, exposed that most elusive of treasures I’d heard so much about. A little pink nub, not much bigger than a pencil eraser, that I could tease and push around with my tongue.



Every once in a while she’d move her hips or adjust herself, and the first couple of times I almost had a heart attack. But Jerry was right. It was purely instinct; she was out cold. It made me more daring, squeezing two, three, even four fingers inside of her. Four was tough, and she squirmed a little too much, making a groaning noise. I was afraid I was hurting her, and there was no telling if that might wake her up, so I settled for three, reaching in and feeling around, getting the lay of the land, so to speak.



Jill might have been unconscious, but her pussy wasn’t and it started to leak a sticky, sweet juice, making the access for my three fingers that much easier. She was enjoying it, even if she didn’t know it. Yeah. I was good. Was there ever any doubt about it? Jill was definitely going to find out.



“Jerry, bro. You gotta get some of this. Danni’s cunt is as sweet as maple syrup, and she’s begging you to take a taste, first hand.”



“No shit?”



“No shit man. Sweet and wet and begging for it! You gotta make Danni squirm on your tongue.”



Jerry relinquished his vice grips on his mother’s abused tits, and climbed off the bed. “Dude, you’re naked.”



“And you should be too. It’s hard to fuck your bitchy-but-hot step-sister with your pants on, bro.”



I wasn’t going to wait for him to make up his mind. There were tits waiting for me. Big, round, soft naked tits. With huge pink mounds bigger than silver dollars, and nipples almost the size of a cork popping up and begging for my lovin’.



I didn’t let them down, sucking and chewing on those babies, trying my damndest to get them to relinquish their sweet juice. I quickly found out you could pull those nipples a good three or four inches straight up, making her titties stretch out, and her nips only got harder. She grunted a couple of times when I maybe pulled too hard, but it was hard to tell. Maybe she just liked it.



I had an idea, and like Mr. Mitchell says, the best time to act on an idea is right when you have it. Good advice. Probably the only thing I ever learned in Biology. Let’s face it. Jill Mallory was a hell of a better Biology teacher.



Her nightstand was closest, so I started there, but no luck. I went around the bed, walking past Jerry’s naked legs and stocking’d feet, and tried the other side.



Jackpot.



Some sex toys, lubes and even a blister pack of yellow pills in a sealed pack of 4, make that 3, one was missing. Actually two were missing a few seconds later after I helped myself to one. I figured at home, with my handy KY and a roll of paper towels (I like Bounty for their softness), I was good for 2-3 pops in an evening. But with an opportunity like this, I was going to go for an all-time record. Yee-ha.



The lube was a big bottle, practically full, and even had a pump on top, like liquid soap. The label said Maximus. It was like a little message from God. Yep, this one was for me. Alexis Maximus, King of the Bed.



Back to those tits, waiting ever so patiently.



My cock had been hard for at least a half-hour, and I thought it was time I did something about it. Three squirts of that pump down the valley of joy between Jill’s magnificent mammaries (and Miss Jenkins thought my writing ‘lacked description’!) and another pump down the length of ‘John Henry’, and I was ready to go.



I laid my cock down between Jill’s tits, and pressed those beauties together. Fucking amazing. That’s all I’ve got to say.



Straddling her chest, I worked my cock up and down that slippery channel, watching my proud purple warrior peek out near her neck, time after time. I couldn’t stand that her pretty face was covered, so I tossed the nighty aside, and looked at her gorgeous kisser. I imagined her tilting her head forward, sticking out her tongue, reaching for my hard cock at the end of each stroke.



“Fuck me.”



In my imagination it was Jill waking up and insisting on a more direct approach. Unfortunately, it was just Jerry standing by the side of the bed, still wearing his tighty-whities, and watching me tit-fuck his incredible Mom.



“Nice, huh? You gotta have some serious ta-tas to make this work. This babe sure has them, huh?”



“Fucking amazing,” he said softly, his hand inside his shorts. Not something I really needed to see at that moment.



“I’m going to fuck ‘Danni’s’ tits raw, then come all over her uppity face. See if I can’t squirt some of my juice into her hot mouth,” I grunted, fucking those titties hard enough to rock the bed.



“Fuck,” was Jerry’s brief answer.



I didn’t need his encouragement. Her tits felt amazing. I kind of wished I had a set of dual ended close pins I could attach one end to each swollen nipple, holding those big fat boobs together. I played with holding one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and the other between my pinky and ring fever, but no matter how hard I tried to squeeze, one boob or the other would eventually pop free.



No, I found the best way was just to grab them both by the side and smoosh them together, trying to get the nipples to touch. A couple of minutes more of that action, along with an added squirt of lube, and I could feel my need peaking.



I held out as long as I could, and at the last possible moment I pulled free, kneeled upright and painted that gorgeous face like Picasso. I was coming like a fire hose. Ok, it felt like a fire hose, the output might have been more in line with that pump lube. Half a dozen streaks of cum across her face, and I was gasping for air.



Damn! Jill Mallory was wearing my cum like a champ. I couldn’t let this opportunity go. I went for my pants and found my cell-phone. Thank you Steve Jobs. A little while later I had a dozen or more pictures to last me a lifetime.



“Shit, Alex. Don’t do that,” Jerry whined.



“Don’t worry about it. Nobody but me will ever see these. It would be a crime not to record some of this.”



“If those ever get out…”



“I’d be an idiot. Ruin the best thing that ever happened to me. Happened to us? I’m not going to fuck this up. Think I want to jeopardize being around for the next time “Danielle” needs some loving? Or the next time. Or the next?”



“Next time?”



“Don’t worry about that. Just enjoy the moment dude. Enjoy the moment. There’s a sexy naked woman in front of you, and you’ve got to carpe diem.”



Putting the camera phone aside, I sat down near Jill’s head, and reached out to her face. My cum was dripping down her cheeks; no need for that.



I scooped up a stream of cum, pulled her chin down to open her mouth, and slid my finger between her lips.



Apparently, Jerry didn’t like that idea. “Don’t. Not like that.”



“Relax. She likes it, watch her suck my finger.”



It took a minute or so, but I had her face almost completely clean. And Jerry gave up on his whining for the moment. I closed her mouth for her, imagining her savoring my taste.



A quick step into the bathroom and I had a clean moist facecloth I used to clean her up a bit. I guess some guys like a messy woman, but she was just too beautiful to sully. Long dark hair, perfect little nose, big green eyes, which unfortunately I couldn’t see at the moment.



Plus, I was doing a Jerry a favor, cleaning up her breasts. I figured he’d be back on those any minute, and he didn’t need to be playing in my juices. Not cool.



After cleaning her face, I had to study it. So fucking pretty. And that hot mouth. Perfect mouth. God, I wanted that mouth.



I tilted her head to the side, and once again pulled her chin down. A perfect match. My cock slid between her lips, brushing against those perfectly aligned teeth which could smile so prettily. I could push in a couple of inches before I hit the back. Good enough for me.



I stroked her soft hair, while I let her suck me. Alright, suck may not be the right word, but my cock was in her mouth, and I was loving it. It only took a few moment for me to be as hard as ever, sliding in and out between those sexy lips.



Jerry had laid down next to her, opposite me, and was just caressing her, touching her, kissing her skin. When he saw what I was up to, he had to intercede again.



“Please Alex. Leave her face and mouth alone, Ok? You have her whole body to play with right?”



“Right. You want her to yourself. You want to fuck Danni’s face yourself.”



His voice was soft. “It’s not Danielle, it’s my Mom. You don’t have to do that to her.”



He was wrong. I did have to do that. I couldn’t stop myself.



A few times it felt like she was getting into it. Maybe it was my imagination, but for a while I know I felt suction. Even unconscious, she was a sex goddess. Looking to my side, Jerry’s head was laying on his mother’s chest, eyes tightly closed, a nipple between his lips, while he sucked away. If he kept it up, she was going to have hickeys.



I stroked my cock with my hand, while I fed it to her. “Like that, baby? Like my big cock in your saucy, hot mouth. Yeah, I know you do. Suck me. Suck me just like that. You know you’ve always wanted to.”



No doubt about it. She wanted me.



I guess I fucked her face a little too hard. She gagged and coughed, and when I quickly pulled out she turned away, back in snoozeville, after one last little cough. I froze. Had I gone too far? I watched her intently, but that little moment of semi-consciousness was over.



That was Ok. Her mouth was great, but something even better awaited.



I moved down between her legs, and opened them wide. She’d been pretty juicy when I’d had my face down there earlier. Shouldn’t be a problem.



I thought better of my actions and got the lube, just to be safe. A couple of pumps later and I was slippery as sin. I opened her up with my fingers, and guided the head between her dark lips, into that great pink unknown.



I wanted to savor every moment of this. Nudging my cock back and forth, spreading her legs as wide as I could, watching the slow progress, feeling her tightness around my cockhead, both fighting and welcoming me. A couple of inches into her, the pressure on the head eased and I gave a slow push, forcing half my length into her tight pussy.



Old Jerry just couldn’t let be. “Be gentle with her, Ok?”



I wanted to slap him. Tell him to man up and grow a set. But then I remembered it WAS his Mom. Who the hell knows what it’d be like if it was my Mom. Eeeew. “I’ll take good care of her. She’s precious.”



I pulled back and shoved harder, until I was buried to the root. Damn! The woman had pushed a kid out of that slot, and I felt like she could snap my cock off with one good squeeze. She was at least as tight as any girl I’d ever done, except maybe Traci, who I couldn’t even really get it into. It was like somebody had glued that teaser’s twat shut. I did fit the head all the way in with her, and she let me rub my cock against it until I came, so I still counted her among the five.



Six, now.



Jill was so much better. She had experience. She was beautiful. She didn’t complain or judge me, and I was betting she wouldn’t be bitching if I didn’t call her the next day. Such a sweet little pussy on such a perfect woman.



I tried a few different leg positions, and found that putting her ankles over my shoulders, and leaning forward offered the best solution. It kept her tight and accessible. And I could real pound into her.



I don’t know if it was the pill or the situation, or even who I was with, but I felt harder and bigger than I ever had in my life. It’s like my cock was a titanium rod. I’m pretty good sized to start with. I’ve measured myself at a little over 7 glorious inches, but I swear, looking down at that fat shaft disappearing into my dream woman, it looked like it was a fucking full 9 inches, and so thick it drew her lips after it on each outstroke. I was an animal, a fucking porn God, at least for the night.



I tore my eyes off of where I was putting it to her long enough to check out what silent Jerry was up to. He was still lying sideways on the bed, and I could see he’d covered up his mother’s face again. He was facing me, and alternating licks and sucks on his Mom’s poor abused titties. I bet they’d be sore in the morning. Or afternoon, whenever she woke up.



He was definitely watching me, and if I do say so, I was putting on a hell of a show.



I pulled her legs off my shoulders, grabbed behind her knees and pushed her legs back almost to her tits. Nice and flexible for an older woman. All that Pilates shit. I leaned over Jill, sweet loving Jill, and gave her what she needed. I pounded that pussy. As out of it as she was, it sounded like she whimpered. Sweet.



“I’m fucking her, Jerry. I’m fucking the shit out of Danni. She’s amazing, absolutely fucking amazing.”



“Don’t hurt her,” he said cautiously.



“Hurt her? I’d never hurt her. I love her, Jerry. I love her so damned much. I should fucking die right now. I’ll never be this happy or feel this good again.”



I eased off and long stroked her. “She loves it too. Look at that pussy, clinging to my cock. Look how wet it is. She’s getting off on this. She needs this. She needs a big fat cock like mine.”



The need to come swept over me like a tidal wave, unexpected and huge. I let go of her legs, leaned over and sank my cock as far into her as I could, unloading a steamy torrent of juice. I looked up to see how she was taking it, peering over Jerry’s voyeuristic head. Jill’s face was tilted to the side. She looked like she was biting her lower lip. Was she enjoying this, somewhere deep down in her subconscious, which was alive to everything I did to her? I sensed I was getting to her.



No doubt I was in heaven. Jill’s personal slice of heaven, she kept hidden away behind those sexy gym shorts and bikini bottoms. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to the world that she should have this goldmine, this diamond strike, this magical gift, and only old Bob should get to mine it.



I didn’t get soft. I couldn’t, not while I was still inside my Jill. Jill Mallory. Stunning Jill Mallory. I leaned back, pushing my knees in beside her hips, and slowly stroked in and out of her mind-numbing source of joy.



I reached down and touched her, sliding my thumb over her puffy mounds, opening her up, exposing her tender little love button. I slid my thumb inside her pussy, above my cock, reveling in her wetness. She may not know what was going on consciously, but her sweet pussy sure as hell did. Pulling out my thumb, I rubbed her clit, varying the pressure, rubbing little circles, checking to see how her pussy responded for me.



I was sure I felt her tightening, clutching my cock with her moist folds. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to stay hard for her, and I wanted to play a different way.

“Watch out, Jerry. I’m going to turn her over.”



“Maybe we should give it a break.”



“Break? You haven’t even fucked her yet. You have to try this. I’m telling you man, she’s the greatest. You know I’ve fucked a lot of women and nothing compares to this. She’s hot, and wet, and begging for it.”



“She’s out cold, dude,” he said, snappishly.



“I’m telling you her body isn’t. It responds to everything I do. I’m going to fuck her until she comes.”



“She can’t come. She’s unconscious.”



“Whatever. I’m turning her over. Move.”



I stacked a couple of pillows around her waist level, then eased her over on to her front. She shifted position a couple of times, but I stayed with it until I had her where I wanted her, on her belly and her incredible ass exposed to me for the first time. God, what an ass! Round and smooth, raised up and ready.



With his personal playground buried in the covers, Jerry was at a loss for what to do.



“Put your dick in her mouth bro. Close your eyes, and fuck her sweet mouth. Just don’t push to hard, Ok?”



“I…I don’t know.”



“C’mon! It’s Danni’s big mouth. Remember all her snide remarks, her mean comments. It’s time to shut her up. Fill her mouth. Do it!”



He still seemed a bit reluctant, but he moved up the bed to her face, pulled his cock out of his jockeys, and eased the head into her mouth.



“Oh, God!” he moaned, moving his hips and fucking his mom’s slack mouth. I barely had time to get between her legs and worship that holy temple that was her perfect ass, before he was groaning.



“Take it, Danni,” he groaned behind eyes clenched shut. “Fuck!” I looked up to see him hunched over and holding her head while his ass twitched and he unloaded in her mouth.



I held my breath to see what would happen, but she barely moved. He slid his cock back and forth between her lips. “Oh, God. Swallow it. Swallow it Danni.”



“Pull out and hold her mouth closed.” I told him, before allowing myself the chance to lick her puckered little asshole. I squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them, then pushed the tip of my tongue into her, feeling her tightness slightly give, allowing me just a bit of entrance.



Everything about her was so perfect. Her tits, her pussy, her amazing ass.



I searched out my trusty lube, and greased up my pole, sliding it back where it belonged. Now and for always. With my cock buried in my dream woman to the hilt, I poured a stream of lube down her crack, and started my journey of exploration into her forbidden back door.



“I bet Bob doesn’t get to play here,” I murmured as my slippery finger slid into her warm butt-hole.



I’m not ignorant. I’ve read a lot, and I’ve seen a lot of porn. I know there’s a lot of guys out there who love the Hershey highway, but there was no way I was pulling my cock out of her pussy for anything less than Armageddon.



But I wanted to own her. Ever single inch of her golden perfection. The pale skin where her bathing suit blocked out the sun was a gift from God, and not one to be taken lightly. This special treasure, between her cheeks, hidden from all but me and her unworthy husband and ex’s. Fuck them. It was mine now. And that most private, most taboo of all openings, was giving way to two of my fingers.



I loved the look of her ass spreading, the feel of her tightness, but it felt awkward. I pulled out and inserted just my thumb. Right to the hilt. Damn, it felt so right, so utterly perfect. That was it.



Jerry was lying next to his Mom. He’d worked an arm under her, and was cuddling up to her, hugging her, kissing her shoulder. It looked like maybe he was crying. What the fuck was up with that?



“That’s cool, dude. Show her you love her.”



“Shut up,” he growled.



Whatever. I just closed my eyes and slid my love shaft in and out of the most perfect woman in the world. My thumb in her butt, by fingers splayed across the top of her ass, I felt joined to her in a special way. With my other hand I caressed her soft skin, from her waist to her thighs, over and over.



I was on automatic now, back and forth, just enjoying being in her. I zoned out, oblivious to all but the sensation surrounding my cock. I could fuck her forever. I could fuck her until she woke up and begged me not to stop. I could fuck my beautiful Jill until Danielle walked in on us and begged for a turn of her own. Fat chance.



I was Jill’s and Jill was mine.



At some point I realized Jerry left us. His loss. I was tiring a bit, but not enough to stop. Hell no. I pulled out and gently maneuvered her body around, putting her on her side, looking for a nice comfortable position for the long haul. My cock felt great. Indefatigable. Ready and eager for more. I’d never felt like this. Not even close. I was Superman with a cock of steel.



I worked my way through a couple of positions, including another brief face fuck, and eventually found what I’d been looking for. With both of us on our sides, her bottom leg aimed forward, her upper leg thrown over mine, I could enter her easily and fully, and with only the slightest of effort, fuck that sublime well of joy.



It meant stretching out almost perpendicular to her, losing contact with most of her body, but the real contact, the contact that mattered, was astounding. I made her as comfortable as I could. I lubed up thoroughly, and kept the pump handy. Inserting myself as deeply as possible, I leaned back and closed my eyes again.



My attention narrowed, focusing on one thing and one thing only. I became nothing more than my cock, every nerve tingling, aware of nothing but being inside of her. Then even that started to waver, and I was one with her.



The urge to come came upon me, and I didn’t fight it. But it was different, not as painfully intense. It was good, and right, but it was a slow cresting, not an explosion. And the drop-off was non-existent. I might have softened a bit, but not enough to notice, and soon I was filling her completely again, as thick as ever.



If it got to be a little uncomfortable, I’d apply more lube in mid-stroke. Squirt – stroke – squirt – stroke, until it was smooth and easy again. If I felt the need to come, I did, then went back to easy stroking, until my full firmness returned. It was surreal. I lost count of how many times I came. I lost track of everything.



Still, it wasn’t enough. I wanted to make love to Jill. I wanted to stretch out over her, feel her tits against my chest. I wanted to kiss her while I made sweet, beautiful love to her.



I pulled out, cuddled up to her back and held her. “I want to make love to you Jill.” I kissed her neck and shoulders, gently caressing her breasts. I got up to prepare her for our lovemaking, unable to fathom how it had come to this.



Looking down at her miraculous body, I flashed on all I’d done with her already. It was already the greatest night of my life, and I wanted to immortalize it. I retrieved my camera and took some pictures of her in her current position. She was like a big rag doll to me, and I moved her around, positioned her however I wanted.



It was a little tiring but worth it. I got it all. Picture of me in her mouth. Jill, on her belly, ass raised. Close-ups of her pussy and ass. A nice little vid of me lubing up her asshole, and my fingers opening her up.



A little lube and some quick strokes of my hand, and I was hard enough to film my cock entering her. Filling her completely. The camera distracted me and I spent longer fucking my sweetheart from behind than I had planned; I really wanted to make love to her.



Back on her side, leg lifted high, pussy exposed for the camera. Entering her again. And again. Finally onto her back, my cock between her tits, where it had all began. So amazing. So utterly perfect.



Putting my camera-phone away, I gently eased my love onto her back, positioning her carefully. I got a new washcloth and wiped her down, cleaning up her sticky pussy, her greasy ass, wiping her face clean where I could see dried lines of cum had leaked out of her mouth.



No, that wouldn’t do.



Her hair was a tangled mess, so I took my time and brushed it out. I don’t know a lot about makeup, but I did my utmost to help her look her best for our REAL first time. I wanted it to be special. A little lipstick, some eye shadow, some blush. Nothing too crazy, just enough to show that it mattered.



While I was working on her, I covered her up with a sheet so she wouldn’t get cold. She seemed to appreciate it, and she pulled it across her body, turning sideways a bit.



I felt grimy, so I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth using her tooth brush. The pink one had to be hers. I even borrowed a razor and shaved. I didn’t want any stubble to mar our perfect moment. Brushing my hair back, I looked at myself in the mirror. Looking good. No wonder she wanted me.



I retrieved the razor and shaving cream, and uncovered her waist so I could clean her up. She had a little stubble, and I wanted her smooth and ready. While I was there, I trimmed her bush back a little, down to a tiny triangle, pointing its way to where perfection awaited. A little lotion, a little cool cloth, and she was ready.



It was back to the bathroom where I cleaned up. I didn’t want her to think I was a slob. She deserved better. So very much better.



Satisfied with my work, I returned to our bedroom, and saw that the sky was lightening. How long had I been making love to my goddess? How much longer did I have?



I slowly peeled back the covers, so I could see the splendor of her body as if for the first time. Still nothing but perfection. I was so lucky.



The camera came back out and I took some pictures of her, for us to share someday. Our first lovemaking. I got her beautifully made up face. Her amazing tits, a little reddened, but none the worse for wear and tear. I photo’d her nearly clean shaven pubis, and opened her legs a bit to capture some shots that would be for nobody but us. I reached between her legs, and tugged on her hidden lips a bit, neatening up her pussy, making it as beautiful as possible. Then I put it on record and slowly panned every inch of her miraculous body. My body. Our body.



I spread her legs so I could kneel between them, and stretched out over her, my face over hers. Caressing her soft hair, I lowered my lips until they touched hers for our first kiss. I licked her lips, felt the hardness of her teeth, and pried them open with my unrelenting tongue. We kissed deeply, my tongue over and under hers, searching out every little bit of her magical mouth. The mouth that would give me untold pleasure in the future.



I explored her, moving all over her body, examining, tasting, smelling every nook and cranny, each and every millimeter of exposed skin. From her hairline to the sweet little toes, manicured and painted to perfection. No bright red harlot paint, or childish bright colors, but a muted red, highlighting her perfection.



Did I mention she was perfect?



I got my lube back out and gently squirted some directly inside of her. I carefully worked my fingers in and prepared her for our ultimate joining.



My cock was warming to the thought of having her and it was thickening. I knew what I needed to get completely ready for her. Kneeling beside her head, I opened her warm generous mouth and eased my cockhead between her lips.



“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle this time, love.”



She sucked me. Absolutely without a doubt. I released her chin and her mouth stayed wrapped around my shaft. I felt her tongue rubbing against my cockhead. She wanted me hard. She wanted me at my best. I caressed her lovingly, feeding her just a couple of inches, backing away as I stiffened between her lovely painted lips. I could feel she didn’t want to stop, but I hushed her.



“Plenty of time for that later, love. I have to have you now.”



Her lips reluctantly released me, her mouth staying open as if begging for more. I kissed her instead, as I climbed over her and moved between her long smooth legs.



I lubed up my cock thoroughly. She had to be a little sore and worn out after the pounding I’d given her earlier. Now it would be different. A merging of our bodies and souls.



I guided the head between her lips, and nudged my way in. Securely in place, I stretched out over her, kissing her face, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks her chin. I settled my mouth over hers. Her mouth opened for me, and I breathed “Now,” into her.



My cock slid in as if it were made for that singular purpose. A perfect fit. I was rock hard, full, thick and long, and yet, I could slide into her to the very base, filling her completely, feeling the slightest nudge as I bottomed out inside of her.



“I love you Jill,” I told her. “I’m sorry I might have been rough earlier. You were just too damn much after all this time. So beautiful, so perfect, and finally mine.” I eased my cock in and out of her, long smooth strokes, begging forgiveness with my steely shaft. “Forgive me.”



She turned her head a bit and it looked like she smiled. All was right in the world.



Good thing I’d been working out. Holding myself over her eventually sapped my reserves, and I lowered my body onto hers, bringing my hands up under her shoulders and holding her, my weight on my elbows. I felt her leg move, and her foot rose up and hooked around my calf. She wanted more.



I was willing and ready. I picked up my pace, showering kisses down upon her, while my hard cock strove to please her. Faster and deeper, grinding down into her, she turned her head from side to side, the passion building in her.



It was building in me as well, just as rapidly. “I love you Jill. I love you so much,” I groaned as I filled her again, thrusting deeply, erupting into her womb.



My heart was a sledgehammer beating in my chest, as I continued pushing into her, fucking my dream woman. Long after I was done shooting into her, I kept sliding back and forth, my hardness slowly waning, until I could stay inside her no longer. Sadly, my cock had reached its limit and failed me. As tired as I was, I didn’t want to leave her that way. I found another face cloth and cleaned her up, as well as myself.



I climbed into our bed, pulled her arm across my chest and her leg over my thigh. She snuggled closer and I knew everything would be Ok. I covered us with a sheet and lay back. Closing my eyes I could still picture everything about her. I could feel her breath on my shoulder, so I turned to her and gave her one last kiss.



* * *



I could feel the bright, warm light on my face, and I turned to reach out for my love, but felt nothing but the smooth sheets. I turned to look and saw emptiness. Like that in my heart.



“So you are alive. Had a little fun at my expense last night did we?”



I blinked and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I turned toward the voice. She was there, wearing a silken cream robe.



“Good morning,” I croaked through parched lips.



“You little fucker. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t call the cops right now.”



I was a little disoriented and could feel the soreness all over my body. I sat up and gazed on her incredible beauty. She looked mad, but it only made her that more desirable.



“I love you Jill.”



“Yeah. I gathered that. Over and over from the feel of it. Did you have a party? Did you and your friends gang rape me?”



I reached out for her and saw her draw back. “No. It wasn’t like that. It was just us, you and me. You were incredible.”



“I was unconscious you immoral fuck.”



“You were perfect. So perfect.”



“Just you? Why do I feel like I’ve had a steel wool pad shoved up my cunt and sandpaper used on my chest.”



“You were insatiable. It was amazing. You were amazing.”



“Amazing! I was passed out!”



“No. Maybe at the beginning, you were sleepy, but you were so good, so loving. Your mouth was so incredible.”



“My mouth tasted like someone had used it for a toilet.”



I slid out from under the covers and went to her.



“Oh my God! Are you still hard?”



I took her hand in mind, while she stared at me as if we’d never met. “It’s still me. Come back to bed, and let me tell you what it was like. What you were like. So perfect.” I tugged on her hand and she pulled away.



“Are you out of your fucking mind? I’m supposed to get in bed with my rapist?”



“Don’t say that. I love you. Come to bed with me, let me show you.”



“You’re insane. I couldn’t make love now, I can barely walk.”



“Come to bed. Let me hold you. Come. Lay down next to me while I tell you everything.” I had both her hands now and was drawing her forward.



She was relenting. She loved me. I knew it.



“Just relax here with me. I know you must be sore and tired.” I laid back down and pulled her to me.



She wasn’t ready yet. She stayed a few inches away. “Ok, start explaining. Everything.”



I pulled at the cord around her waist, and she pushed my hand away. Twice. The third time it started to come undone.



“Explain? You wanted me. I wanted you. I loved you from the first time I saw you. The most beautiful woman in the city. Fate drew us together.”



She closed her eyes. “Love? Alex, I’m old enough to be your mother.”



“You were meant for me. When I saw you lying in this bed, naked, vulnerable, waiting, I knew what you wanted. What you needed. You couldn’t just come out and say it. You’re married. I understand. So you gave yourself to me.”



“Jesus. You are really screwed up, aren’t you.”



With the belt loose, I pulled open her robe, exposing her breasts to my yearning eyes. Just as I remembered, so absolutely delicious. She pulled her robe close, but I kept tugging at it until she finally relented.



“I understand. You prepared yourself, you made yourself as beautiful as you could, removing your makeup, stripping down to your flawless skin.”



“Flawless? Have you even seen me? I have crow’s feet. Stretch marks. My tits are sagging. I’m getting gray hairs.”



I opened her robe, and she didn’t stop me this time. “Beauty marks, one and all. Experience etched into the marble of your exquisiteness.”



“So that’s your explanation? I wanted it?”



“You needed it. I understood. You surrendered completely and totally, taking the burden of responsibility off of your satiny shoulders and placing it on mine. I accepted it with pleasure.” I reached out for her and ran my hand down her side. Her silken smooth side.



“That’s it?”



“Jill, lovely Jill. I love the way your name sounds. We were flirting, you wanted more, but couldn’t, I understand. You’re married, and your son is my friend. It’s complicated. So you waited until you knew I’d be coming over. You know how much I love working out with you. What you do to me. What those saunas are like. So you waited. You made sure everybody was out of the house, except Jerry of course, since it wouldn’t be right for me to come over if you were alone, would it?”



“Of course not,” she said.



“You know that your pills and vodka leave you helpless. You made sure that Jerry knew you were taking them, you stripped naked, which you never do, got under a fresh new set of sheets, and waited for the inevitable.”



“You know, this is a sick fantasy you’re concocting,” she said.



“Jill, you wanted me as much as I wanted you. But you couldn’t do anything overt about it. You were hoping I could. And I did.”



“Yes you did. You abused my poor entire body. And where was Jerry during my rape? Where is he now, for that matter?”



I didn’t know how much I could tell her. Her son had been fantasizing about his step-sister. Silly, stupid boy. “He was with us at the beginning, but he didn’t have you. And he left before we made love.”



“He abandoned me to you?”



“I think he understood what was happening. He doesn’t feel like I do. He didn’t want to do more than hold you and feel your breasts. He was like a little boy. He doesn’t want you sexually. I hate to say it, and can no way understand it. It’s Danielle he fantasizes about.”

She shook her head. “I guess that part is almost reasonable. She’s a walking wet-dream.”



“A weak imitiation. A shadow. A dim one at that, compared to you.” My hand had wandered down to her hips, caressing her, my fingers sliding across her alabaster ass.



“Stop that,” she said, pushing my hand away. She only pushed it down to her thigh, allowing me to push her robe back, exposing her completely. Sublime.



“He held you, and asked me to be gentle. He kissed you and sucked on your tits like it was his sole purpose in life. When I was kissing you, and licking you, when we were sharing your tits, it was ok. But when he saw me between your legs, taking you, I guess it was too much for him.”



I saw she was looking at my hardness, and I felt the stiffening grow, until my cock was standing straight out, the same marble shaft of the night before.



“You were so amazing. We fit together so perfectly. A matched pair.”



“It doesn’t feel like we fit. It feels like you stretched me out to make it fit. Did you fuck my ass? I’m so sore back there. I can’t believe you’d do that.”



“No! Did I caress it, love it? Did I taste it? Did I slid my finger into it’s brown ripeness? Yes, I’ll confess to that. There’s not a place on your body I don’t know better than mine. But I wouldn’t violate you like that.”



“Like that? Oh, I understand now. You’d violate me every other way. I know I tasted cum in my mouth this morning.”



“You were magnificent. You sucked me so nicely, so easily.”



“You are a sick little pervert,” she said, the words striking like blows.



“I love you.”



“And what about this?” she asked, pointing below her waist to the triangle of hair.



“You had some stubble, so I cleaned it up. I confess to going a little too far. I’ll always ask in the future.”



“The future! You’re future is to be dating a guy named Bubba behind bars.”



“Our future.” I pulled her closer. She pushed back for a while, but succumbed to the inevitable.



“Alex. You raped me. You fucked my unconscious body to ruin. I’m sore in places I didn’t know I had.”



“I know it was excessive. I couldn’t help myself once I was inside you. There was no way possible for me not to make love to you.”



“That wasn’t love.”



“No. Not at first. It was lust. Pure unadulterated lust. To have the embodiment of perfection in your grasp, and not to take it. It’s too sad to comprehend.” I was holding her breast now, and her hand was on mine.



“Don’t, they’re really sore.”



I leaned forward and kissed them, one at a time. I licked her poor sore nipples, sucking gently while they hardened.



“Stop that. We’re talking,” she said, brushing back my hair.



“We can talk whenever you want. I need you now.” I reached for her hand and placed it on my cock.



She squeezed it gently, then stroked it. “Shit. No wonder I’m sore, if that beast was inside of me. How many times?”



“Times? I couldn’t count if I tried. Eight? Ten? I lost track of how long I was inside you, maybe six or seven hours.”



“Hours?” she gasped. “Oh my God! I’m ruined!”



“Never. You were meant to have me inside you.”



“Nobody was meant to do it for six or seven hours. In a month, maybe. Maybe. When they’re your age.”



Her hand was still holding me, stroking me.



“You’ve concocted quite a scenario for why this happened, haven’t you? You make me out to be some devious, conniving whore.”



I pressed my finger to her lips. “Shhh. Not even in jest. You’re lonely. Unappreciated. You’re at your prime, and your husband has one foot in the grave, and is never around. Your step-daughter is out there living the life you never could have, she’s a spoiled, carefree college co-ed. You were pregnant at 15, burdened with the responsibility of a child in high-school. You never had your time for wildness. Smart but uneducated, beautiful but saddled with a son, always responsible for others, but no time for yourself. It’s your time.”



She shook her head. “It’s not like that. I wanted Jerry.”



“Of course you did. You always did your best for him. Even this marriage. Now he can afford any college, go anywhere, do anything.”



“Fuck you. I’m not a gold-digger,” she said, pushing me away.



“No, but you’re a mother and a realist. You didn’t go after Bob, he came after you. You just didn’t run too hard.”



“I’m not a cheater. I’m not a slut. I’ve only had three men in my life, and I was married to all three,” she explained.



I reached for her shoulder, and eased the robe off of her. Then I pulled her close, her leg on mine, her breasts, those hypnotic orbs, pressed against my chest.



“Of course not. You are loyal to a fault. Your husband is overseas pounding it into every girl who’s willing, and you wait for him. You do without. You raise his children.”



“You don’t know he’s doing that,” she argued.



I kissed her. She started angry, then eased into it. Her body felt so good underneath my hands. “Don’t be silly, you know what’s going on,” I told her when we stopped.



“You couldn’t make a move, no matter how much you wanted, nor how obviously I wanted you. I understand. You knew if I made a move on you, you’d have to shoot me down. And after our sauna experience, it was easy to see that moment was coming on soon. So you took a huge gamble. Thank you for presenting the opportunity and trusting me to make the right choice.”



“Trusting you? I. Was. Unconscious. Completely out of it. So you found me naked. You could have been gentle. You could have taken your joy and explored my body, without leaving me practically an invalid. My pussy could have been enough for you, you didn’t have to fuck my mouth, and abuse my ass. Fine. You could have fucked me. Maybe even two or three times. But this? I trusted you and that’s what I got?”



She sounding like she was still trying to justify her actions.



“You trusted me to make the decision to have you. I couldn’t choose any other way.”



She buried her head in my shoulder. I could feel the tears on my shoulder. “I really hurt, Alex. You abused my body badly. Why couldn’t you just have loved me?”



“You still have no idea what you do to me. I’ve been with other women. One and done. Never like this. Nothing ever to compare this to. You couldn’t have known. I couldn’t have known.”



“I don’t understand. Once you’d had me, couldn’t you have just left it at that. Our little secret. Every so often I might pass out, and you might find me and have your way? Maybe I ‘kind of’ pass out, not totally out of it? Neither of our faults. Too much temptation for you, no control for me?”



She was sitting up, talking seriously, no longer accusing irrationally. Her hand had gravitated to my cock and she was stroking it. It felt incredible, but she was right. I had overdone it and I was sore. She looked shocked when I extracted myself from her grip, and got up. I was back beside her in a few moments, squirting our favorite lube onto my cock.



“Are you fucking kidding me?” she practically shrieked.



I kissed her again, and pulled her hand down to my hardness, where she took control.



“I’m not kidding. I love you. And I want you in a way that’s totally incomprehensible to me. Last night, after I’d already had you three times, for at least a couple of hours, I got us comfortable and still couldn’t believe it was like I hadn’t even started yet. You were on your side, the outline of your curves, your narrow waist, full hips absolutely mind-numbing. I took you from behind, and stayed inside you until nearly dawn. I came so many times I couldn’t count. And I just stayed hard inside you. I added lube whenever we needed it. I only stopped when I needed to make love to you face to face.”



“That’s not possible. Nobody does that.”



“You do that to me. You can’t understand. I can’t.”



My hand was between us, and I was stroking my finger into her. “You’re wet.”



“God, I can’t. Don’t ask me to. I’m too sore.”



I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me. “I need you, Jill. Like I need oxygen. Please don’t say no.”



“Alex, I don’t know if I can.”



“Try. That’s all I’m asking.”



I lined my cock up with her, and nudged the head in.



“God, please be gentle. You’re too big.”



“No. I’m the perfect size for you. Just relax and let me in. You’re in control now, take only what you can.”



“I’ll need more lube,” she whispered.



The bottle was at hand. She sat up and moved back away from my cock. I took her hand and squirted some into it, then slathered a few more pumps on my cock. She winced as she parted her lips and worked some of the lube inside of her.



“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”



She raised herself up and placed the head of my cock at her opening. She took a deep breath, and lowered herself, just a bit. “Oh shit,” she groaned.



I watched as she worked her way up and down those first few inches, then pushed downward, taking most of my length. “It’s too much, you’re too big.”



“God, you’re beautiful,” I answered. “If that’s all you can take for now, that’s still amazing.”



She put her hands on my chest, raised up a bit then pushed down hard, taking my entire length. “Christ, that hurts!” she groaned. I could see moisture in her eyes. She was trying so hard.



I pulled her down to me, her huge breasts pressed against my chest. Her lips sought out mine and we kissed. The passion was undeniable. I moved my hips slowly, creating that incredible motion I needed so badly.



“Gentle, please,” she sighed.



“This is all I need.” I wrapped my arms around her and held her. I was fucking my goddess and she was giving me everything she had and more. Suffering for my need.



Still, I could feel her responding, moaning softly, no longer feeling pain but pleasure. I moved my hands down to her incomparable ass cheeks and held her tightly, raising her up as I pulled out, then pushing her down on the in stroke.



She groaned, but pushed back with me, taking it all, deeper and deeper.



“I’m sorry I hurt you. I’ll try to be more careful in the future,” I assured her.



She giggled, surprising me. “What, you’re going to limit it to just three or four hours in the future?”



“If that’s what you want. And I’ll leave your poor little backdoor alone.”



She reached behind her and pulled my hand off her butt cheek, guiding it between them. I was a little shocked when she pushed my finger into her ass. “Let me decide if I want that left alone.”



Our kiss grew more passionate as our pace picked up. I was fucking her now, long smooth strokes, faster and more insistent. My middle finger was two knuckles deep inside of her rear, and I could feel her clenching around it.



“God,” she groaned, biting my shoulder, “it’s never been like this.”



“Except for last night,” I reminded her.



“I’ll have to take your word on that.”



“Are you ready for more?” I asked.



“Yes,” she said with only the slightest hesitation.



I pulled my finger out of her, and lifted her hips higher. Without further warning I fucked her as fast and hard as I could. She took it quietly, moaning softly, at first. Then I could feel her tensing.



“Oh there, right there, that’s it, Alex. Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”



She still didn’t understand. I couldn’t stop if I wanted. It was strenuous and my lower back and abs hurt, but I pounded her relentlessly.



“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come for you,” she moaned.



I hammered her, my cock an unstoppable piston.



She kissed me briefly, then lowered her head to my shoulder. Her fingers were digging into my arms painfully. “Ahhhh,” she cried out, then sank her teeth into me so hard I was sure she drew blood. Still I didn’t stop.



Her entire body tensed up and her legs straightened spasmodically. I lifted her by the hips so I could still slam up into her with my full length. Her feet hammered at my legs, her toenails scratching. It seemed to go on forever, and was so beautiful, all that’d I’d wanted from her the night before.



Then I felt her collapse on me, gasping for breath. “No more,” she managed to breath.



I slowed down, caressing her body, kissing her face, rubbing her butt cheeks where I’d clenched them so tightly.



I felt her pull her head back quickly, gasping.



“Oh no! Look what I did to you!” I turned to her and saw that her face was smeared with my blood.



I held her hips and slid in and out the best I could.



“Stop that!” she barked, pushing down hard with her hips. “I hurt you.”



“You can’t hurt me,” I teased.



“I’m serious now; you’re bleeding badly.”



I looked down as well as I could and saw the flow of blood. Not all that bad really.



She jumped out of our bed and returned with a moist facecloth, and pressed it down. “Hold that while I get a bandage.”



I sat up and waited for her to return with a first aid kit. She insisted on treating me, applying some Neosporin, then taping some bandages over it. She sat back and observed her work, then looked down and gasped.



“Jesus! Doesn’t that thing ever go down?”



“With you available, naked and willing? I don’t know yet.”



She had wiped the blood off of her chin and cheek. “I didn’t even know I’d done that.” She leaned in and kissed me. “This isn’t good Alex. I didn’t think it would be like this. Could be like this. We’re both out of control.”



I kissed her back, then leaned down for a quick taste of her tits. “We’ll learn control, from each other.”



“If we don’t die first,” she muttered.



“A thousand little deaths for you, my love.”



“Jesus, you are one crazy fuck.”



“I love you too.”



She just stared at me in wonder.



“Is it still terribly sore down there?” I asked.



“Not so bad right now. I shudder to think what it’ll be like tomorrow.”



“Pass me the lube, love?” I asked her.



She laughed almost hysterically. When she calmed down she pushed me back onto the bed. “Not yet, cowboy. It’s time for you to get a feel for my mouth, when I have some control over it.”



She was right. It was better. Definitely better. Immeasurably so. I got a nice long show, and she demonstrated her incredible talent. She even had me on the edge of coming, but pulled back at the last moment.



“Show me what it was like last night. When you stayed inside me for hours.”



How could I deny her? I would never deny her anything.



I placed her in position, and she made my cock nice and slippery for her. Then I was back inside of her, and it was heaven all over again.



“Oh Jill. I wish you could know what this is like. Being inside of you.”



“Show me, lover.”



I closed my eyes and leaned back, taking her gently. For several long minutes we were quiet as our joining continued.



“It’s nice,” she finally whispered softly.



“It’s perfect. Just relax, and let me have you.”



She seemed to be doing just that. “You were right, Alex. I could do this forever. It’s so nice, so good.”



I stroked her hip with my hand, continuing the penetration, endlessly fucking my dream. “I’m going to come now,” I told her.



“Mmmmm,” she sighed.



I didn’t change anything, the slow methodical screwing never changing. But now I felt the throbbing of my cock as I released stream after stream into her. I felt that hint of softening I had the night before, but fucked my way through it, until I was regaining my full hardness.



“I can feel it. Feel you hardening again. It’s like that? Just going on and on, filling me with your juices whenever you feel the need?”



“I never want to stop.”



“Don’t. Love me like this.”



I think she was falling asleep she was so quiet. I was halfway there myself, my body on autopilot, the need to come inside of her slowly building again. Time had no meaning, and I didn’t care. I was in my love. And she loved it and wanted me there.



“Fuck, Alex! Leave her alone already. What the fuck are you doing? She could wake up anytime.”



The words shocked me to my senses. Jerry was standing there, awkwardly holding a baseball bat. I was more than a little surprised, but my hips argued to continue.



“God Damn it! Stop. She’s my mother. Get off her now. Don’t make me use this,” he was nearly screaming, but stopped abruptly when his mother raised up on an elbow.



“Shhh, calm down baby, it’s Ok,” she said softly reaching down and patting my leg to stop.



I pushed deep into her, and held myself there, cautiously waiting to see the fallout.



Jerry dropped the bat. He hung his head and started crying. “I’m sorry Mom. I’m sorry.”



“Come here baby,” she motioned to him, and he marched to her like a zombie.



“Lay down with me, Jerry. Hold your mother.”



He was sobbing, and crawled onto the bed and into her arms. “Shhh, it’s Ok. It’s Ok dear. It’s not your fault.”



“Mom!” The anguish in his cry was heart wrenching.



She scooted up the bed, almost dislodging me, but I followed, moving quickly and pushing her up the bed with my cock in her. When she stopped moving, her hand caressed my leg, and I felt her pushing against me. I gave her what she needed, my full length, in and out, possessing her.



“It’s Ok, baby. Momma’s Ok. None of us could have known,” she told him. I was raised up on one elbow watching as she guided his head to her breasts.



Jerry turned his head and took her nipple into his mouth. Jill stroked his hair, calming him. “That’s nice, baby. I like that. Love your momma.”



“I love you Mom. I didn’t mean any of it to happen. I’m so sorry.”



“I know. I love you too. More than you can know.”



She leaned back twisting her torso sideways, and her boy followed, fondling her tits, sucking on her hard nipples. She still had her upper leg over mine, and she tugged with her heel, encouraging me.



I leaned back and concentrated on that feeling, fucking her, watching her with her son. Her eyes were closed, and she was cuddling him, encouraging him. I fucked her harder, feeling her body rock against me.



“Mmm. Not like that Alex. Like before.”



I couldn’t say no, even though I wanted to rise up and pound her senseless. I settled back down, found the motion I was looking for, and concentrated on pleasuring us both. She tapped me on the head, and I looked up. She was holding the lube out for me.



I pulled out most of the way, and gave it a few more pumps, and soon was gliding in her effortlessly. That perfect rhythm resumed and I was in the zone.



I was in a trance, fucking mindlessly, when she moaned. “A little harder, baby, Momma’s gonna come for her boys.”



I couldn’t be certain who she was speaking to but the words ignited me, reaching deep down into my balls. I fucked her harder, longer full strokes, and felt my own urge cresting.



“You’re so big now, so hard, Alex. Are you going to come for me?”



“I have to,” I told her.



“Come. Come in me. Fill me again. I’m so close.”



I grabbed her hip and thrust mightily. Hard and fast, I fucked her, while her son played with her incredible tits. “Suck it now baby, suck it hard… harder,” she gasped.



It was too much and I erupted inside of her, coming hard. I slammed my dick as far as I could, almost viciously.



She cried out, “Yes!” and I felt her tight pussy clenching at my cock while she came for me. She reached down and gently pushed Jerry away. “Easy baby. Momma’s tender right now.”



My cock was done. It had wilted down to nothingness, and popped out of her. I crawled up the bed and held her.



She kissed me on the forehead. “I did it. It’s finally down.”



“You did.” I leaned up and kissed her lips.



“You didn’t mind…” she nodded toward her son who was still gripping her breast, his head resting on her arm.



“Whatever you want, I want for you,” I assured her.



“It wasn’t like that, I just didn’t want to see him so sad.”



I reached for her available breast and gently massaged it. “I didn’t mind. It was kind of nice.”



She smiled and tousled his hair. “We need to get him a girl. Poor thing. Danielle maybe?”



“That would be nice but not likely,” I told her.



“We’ll see.” She sighed then pushed us both away. “Alright. Enough’s enough. Momma’s sore over every inch of her body, and I’m starving. Let’s all get cleaned up, and not a word about what you bad boys did outside of this room. Understood?”

At the start of my second year in medical school I felt I was starting over again. My fiancée had moved far away to start her graduate school in psychology. Our relationship was solid but it would be three years until we were together again. I’ve always been kind of a loner but I actually felt alone. I missed her.



To make matters worse my secret had been exposed. To one person. But that one person could be a nightmare. Randall was a medical student as well and we had several classes together. We had been partners in Gross Anatomy. He was also completely void of respect or compassion for anyone but himself. Once I had manipulated him into fucking my unconscious girlfriend. I had tried a second time but he had figured it out. He had fucked her anyway in the backseat of my car while I watched. It had turned me on and I treasured that memory as I did the other times I had watched her being taken. But I didn’t know what he would do next.



At the time he’d said that I shouldn’t try to manipulate men into fucking her and should just tell them. Then I could watch without all of the subterfuge. But I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t want people knowing. People could use that information against me. They could threaten to tell my fiancée Denise. They could just tell her. Plus, I found it a thrill to watch people convincing themselves to do it. Watching their hesitancy overcome by desire.



Denise is very attractive. I always see men ogling her and have always been proud of that, and even aroused by it. I know men think about what they’d like to do to her. I give them the opportunity. I drug her so they can do those things. Watching them understand that and take advantage of it is part of the thrill.



But now Randall knew all about what I had done and I wondered what he would do with that information. I lost sleep wondering about it. I pictured him blackmailing me, saying he’d tell her if I didn’t give him money or let him have her whenever he wanted, that he’d push it all too far and she’d find out. I lived in dread of him just telling her for his own amusement.



So, I just avoided him as best I could. The first month of the new year I was successful. We shared some classes, but I stayed away from him. I wouldn’t even meet his gaze. He called me a couple of times, but I didn’t answer my phone and he left short messages just saying to call him back. I knew something would happen eventually. I knew he’d tell me what he was going to do. I knew he’d do something. I just wanted to pretend it would never happen.



Second year was more difficult than first year. There was much more course work but it was more interesting, focusing on clinical diagnoses and preparing us for rotations the next year. I was swamped and so was everyone else. Randall was even showing up to classes and lectures more than first year.



Still it had been about a month into the new year when he finally did approach me. We were exiting the building from a pathology lecture. I had left as quickly as I could, knowing that Randall takes his time and wanting to get out of there as I had everyday previously. But he caught up to me.



“Mike,” he yelled as I hurried down the steps outside of the building.



I pretended I didn’t hear him and continued walking.



“Hey Mike!” he yelled again.



I heard him running to catch up to me. I sighed and stopped to wait for him. I looked down at my shoes, listening to him approaching me, and not wanting to look at him.



“So you’re avoiding me, huh?” he said.



“Just busy,” I said.



I started walking again, letting him walk with me if he needed to talk to me.



“Busy avoiding me,” he said, falling in beside me.



I didn’t respond. I just wanted him to leave me alone.



“So are you afraid of what I’ll do now or just ashamed?” he asked.



I glanced at him and looked away. I was actually surprised that shame was one emotion I hadn’t really felt.



“What do you want?” I asked stiffly.



“How about some coffee?” he said. “There’s the coffee shop right up ahead. And we need to talk.”



I stopped and he came to a stop beside me. I forced myself to look him in the face directly.



“What do you want?” I asked again.



He smiled, that big ‘trust me’ grin he used often and set his hand on my shoulder.



“It’s alright, man,” he said. “Just a cup of coffee. Though doesn’t look like you need the caffeine. You’re fucking tense. Relax.”



“Fine,” I said and continued walking.



As we walked to the coffee shop he babbled about the lecture we’d just attended and about some female student that had sat next to him that had large breasts but an unattractive face. He asked her out anyway, but she had turned him down which convinced him that she was homosexual.



The coffee shop was mostly vacant, just two students at one end with laptop computers. We ordered our coffees and sat at a tall table at the far end.



“No need to avoid me, man,” Randall said as soon as we sat down.



“I’ve been busy,” I said, finding I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.



“Look, it’s nothing to be ashamed of if that’s what’s bothering you. I don’t care what you do. And I’ve enjoyed myself a whole hell of a lot,” he said and chuckled.



I just nodded, looking down at my coffee.



His laughter subsided and he sighed.



“I told you that night what I thought about it,” he continued. “I think you’ve got it all wrong. You don’t need to be tricking guys into doing it. Guys will do it gladly. Trust me.”



I forced myself to take a sip from my coffee and looked at him over the rim of the cup.



“Maybe you’ve been afraid I’d tell her or get you in trouble or let out your secret,” he said. “But I ain’t gonna do that. Hell, I’d be in trouble too. I was the one who raped her. Twice.”



He laughed and shook his head. Then, he looked past me, remembering what had happened.



“And she is something else,” he said and sighed heavily.



Without him looking at me I was able to study his face. He looked sincere to me. Still I wasn’t sure where this was going.



“Anyway,” he said, looking back at me. “You don’t need to worry about me fucking things up for you. I know you two are engaged now. You don’t want that fucked with. I don’t want to be fucked with either.”



I watched him as he talked and I felt more secure. I was believing what he was saying. If he did let my secret out he would be in trouble too, and more than me. He’s the one who’d actually raped her. I had just watched. Well, I had done more than that, but only so much could be proven if needed.



“I want to help you out,” he said.



He nodded at me and took a big sip of his coffee.



“How’s that?” I asked.



“What you’re doing is dangerous,” he said quickly, anticipating my question. “You set up the situation then watch. But you have no control over it. Sure you think you can step in if something happens, but then you’re exposing yourself. Plus, she could be hurt before you could do anything. A lot of guys are into sick shit. Beating chicks up. Biting. Choking. Someone could mess her up good before you could even do anything.”



I shivered at the thought of some sadist getting hold of her. That was one of my biggest concerns. I had always picked men I thought wouldn’t be like that, but I can never be sure. I assumed I could interfere if needed, but still it was a very real danger.



“To those guys she’s just a piece of meat,” he continued. “You love her. I know that. But to those guys she’s just a fuck. Something to be used. And if one of them did some damage to her you’d be destroyed. Am I right?”



“Yeah,” I said and nodded.



I looked down into the swirling black of my coffee, remembering the thoughts I’ve had of the bad things that could happen to her if I didn’t protect her. I’d never forgive myself if someone really hurt her.



“And the way you’re doing it now is fuckin’ risky, man,” he said.



“I make sure…,” I started.



“I know you do,” he said, holding his hands up. “I’m sure you do everything you can to make it safe. But listen…” He glanced around as another student came in and walked to a table on the other side. “You can only do so much the way you’re doing it. You need someone on the inside.”



I looked at him sharply. He was giving me his friendliest grin, a politician’s grin, one that says to trust me while I get what I want from you.



“You need someone who knows, who will help you, who is involved in it. Someone who can orchestrate the whole thing and trap the guys into it while you do what you want, which is watch without being seen,” he said.



“And you want to be this person, right?” I asked.



“What the fuck am I talking about here?” he said. “Of course it would be me. Who the fuck else knows? Who else knows how to find guys you can use? Who would be able to handle it if anything went wrong? I could be right there.”



“So what would you do?” I asked, actually intrigued by what he was offering, even if I didn’t buy into the way he was selling it to me. “You’d find guys and bring them to her somehow, talk them into fucking her. You would fuck her too. And you’d make sure the other guy didn’t get out of line.”



“You’re getting the idea,” he said. “I’d handle it all. You’d just have to drug her. We could take her where you wanted. I’d bring someone. I’d coerce him into it. I’d make sure it was a good guy, a clean guy. If he does get out of line I’ll be right there to take care of him. It’s a sweet fuckin’ setup, man.”



“Quiet down,” I whispered, his voice getting louder as he talked.



“No one can hear us,” he said, but softer. “But you see what I’m saying, right? You’re afraid that I know about this, but you should be thankful. I can help you. I can take the stress out of this so you can just sit back and enjoy it.”



“What do you get out of it?” I asked. “For helping me so much.”



“I think it’s a fuckin’ turn on, man,” he said. “Can’t you tell? And not to hurt your feelings, but she is the hottest chick I’ve ever seen and has the nicest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”



Him saying that made my arms break out in goose bumps from excitement. I loved hearing him talk about her like that.



“And it’s just something awesome to do,” he said. “I get bored doing all the usual shit. This is something different. This is something interesting. This is something that nobody is doing.”



I looked at him, obviously excited. He definitely wasn’t lying to me about all of this. He was bringing the hard sell. But this is what he really wanted. He wasn’t going to rat me out. He wasn’t going to blackmail me. He wanted in on it.



“I don’t know,” I said.



“Just think about it,” he said.



“She’s away at school now anyway,” I sighed. “She won’t be coming here to visit like she used to.”



“She’ll come here sometime,” he said. “Whenever that is. Whenever she comes visit just let me know and we’ll set it up.”



I frowned and looked down at my coffee.



“Think about it,” he said. “It’s a great fuckin’ idea and you know it.”



He continued talking while I finished my coffee, reiterating what he’d already said. I listened to him, but was mostly thinking about what he was offering. It made some sense to me. My biggest concerns were getting a guy to use her when she was passed out and if the guy would do something to hurt her. Having someone there to persuade the guy into doing what he already wanted to do while also making sure it didn’t get out of hand alleviated those problems, and all while keeping my own anonymity.



My concerns about Randall using it against me were resolved by the fact that he and the other guy would be the ones actually raping her. Randall wouldn’t rat me out because he’d be in worse trouble than me since he had actually raped her. He had his own motivation to keep it all a secret.



I wasn’t comfortable having someone else involved, but Randall already was involved. He knew. He’d fucked her right in the back seat of my car while I’d driven him home. I’d still found it exciting even as I’d been anxious about it. She’d still been fucked while passed out and he’d come inside her and left her there in the back seat, her skirt pushed to her hips, her panties pulled to the side, so vulnerable. I squirmed in my seat as I felt myself getting hard from remembering it.



As we left I told him I’d have to think about it and I wasn’t sure there’d be any more opportunities since she had moved so far away anyway. I didn’t know if or when she’d come to visit again. He told me to just keep it in mind because she’d surely visit at some point. I told him I’d think about it and we parted.



After that we became friends again, or as close to friends as we had been before, though our relationship changed. He no longer used me as much for class work. He showed up to classes and lectures regularly so he didn’t need them from me. The second year was much more difficult and while he was extremely smart and had coasted by the first year, he couldn’t do that anymore, and he rose to the challenge. He was just as rude and loud as ever, but was putting forth more effort. He seemed to treat me with more respect and chummy goodness than he had before. I’m sure in part he was sucking up to me, but part of it I’m sure was also gratitude and a real sense of friendship.



It made me realize how I had made no friends since I’d started medical school. I’d never had a lot of friends but at least in undergraduate school I’d had a few friends. One of my best friends, Thomas, had been the first person I’d watched use Denise while she was passed out. I hadn’t even kept in touch with him. My life had been centered on medical school, Denise, and obsessing about Denise being taken. That didn’t seem healthy. The closest person to a friend was Randall who I didn’t really trust and had used me for class work and fucking my fiancée.



I really didn’t have anyone besides Denise. I wasn’t close to my family. I hadn’t kept in touch with old friends. I hadn’t made any new friends. I didn’t feel like my life was missing anything, but it didn’t seem healthy. Also, it occurred to me that if I could lure those friends and acquaintances into using Denise. Once that thought came to me I decided to start being more friendly and making friends.



I even tried to contact old friends. I found an old e-mail from Thomas and wrote to him. I knew he had stayed at our undergraduate school to pursue his graduate work in English literature. He responded and I worked on reestablishing that friendship. From him I got information about mutual friends and contacted them. I also made a concerted effort to be more friendly to my fellow classmates. Doing all this in the back of my mind I considered the potential for each of them to be used in my schemes with Denise.



In this way, time moved pretty quickly. I was busy and feeling the pressure of medical school in a way I hadn’t the first year. The emphasis was on actual application of the knowledge we had gained. I had to study even more. I got involved in study groups with other students, hoping to also gain some friends that way.



Denise and I talked as often as we could, but she was busy as well. She said she was planning on having a Thanksgiving dinner at her apartment with friends she had made there who weren’t going home for the holiday. I think she was mainly doing it to stave off sadness from not having the holiday with her parents. She asked me to come if I could find the time. I decided I would find the time even if it meant spending the majority of the trip studying.



So I made the trip the day before Thanksgiving, spending money I didn’t have for an airplane ticket, and carrying more books and notes than clothes. Of course I also took some of the drug I used to make her unconscious. I wasn’t sure if there’d be an opportunity to use it but figured it was best to be prepared.



She picked me up at the airport and took me back to her apartment which was half of a duplex. It was a small two-bedroom apartment and nicer than her previous apartment. She lived there alone, but was looking for a roommate. I wondered if she even needed a roommate. She had received some money from her parents’ will and was going to receive more as their affairs were settled and their house was sold. She wanted to save that money for our wedding and then to help us as we started our marriage.



We hadn’t seen each other in several months so we spent that evening in bed. We hadn’t slept much by Thanksgiving morning and were both pretty tired, but she needed to get up to start preparing the holiday meal. I wished that she wasn’t having friends over so we could just be alone, but told myself this would be a good opportunity to meet her friends as well as try to make friends myself.



She had three of her classmates coming that day: Rebecca whom she was becoming good friends with, Charles whom was dating Rebecca, and Taylor, of whom she said was a shy quiet guy that she and the other two had befriended at first because they felt sorry for him but had since found was smart and funny.



While Denise prepared the turkey I got my books and notes out and started studying while the Thanksgiving Day Parade played on the television. By late morning Taylor arrived alone with a pumpkin pie and Rebecca and Charles arrived a short while later with a couple of bottles of wine. I gathered my study materials together on the coffee table to make room for their drinks and attempted to take part in their conversation, at least when it wasn’t concerned with their studies, professors, and schooling.



“I considered medical school, but seemed like too much work,” Rebecca said, then looked over my pile of notes and books, “and I think you’ve confirmed that.”



“So you took the easy street of psychology like the rest of us,” Charles said and laughed.



“It doesn’t seem that easy,” I said, putting down my notes. “From what Denise tells me at least.”



“Don’t believe her. She just wants sympathy,” Charles said.



“That’s all women, right? We all want sympathy from our men,” Rebecca joked.



“Studies have shown…” Charles said.



They all three laughed. I just looked at them.



“One of our professors says that often,” Taylor told me.



“Way too much,” Charles said.



Charles glanced away from us to Denise as she walked from the kitchen to the small dining area at the back of the apartment. Rebecca saw him look at Denise, looked back at her too, then frowned at him. Denise was wearing ragged denim shorts worn enough that the pockets were showing out the bottom of the legs and a loose white blouse that billowed around her showing the shadow of her body through it. Taylor glanced at her then away from her nervously. Denise set some plates on the table, stretching her long tanned legs, the curve of her breasts visible from the light streaming through the window. I smiled at how just her setting a table grabbed the attention of everyone in the room.



“I hope you guys aren’t telling stories about me,” Denise said and walked into the living room.



“Just that you’re a great student and everyone’s favorite study partner,” Charles said with a big grin.



“Better be,” she said.



She sat down on the arm of the couch next to him and pushed his head away from her.



“Don’t believe anything he says,” she said. “He’s a wise ass.”



“Every class has to have one,” he beamed. “You guys are just lucky this one is so handsome.”



Then, he grabbed her thigh on the couch arm and pushed like he was trying to shove her off the couch. She shoved him away and stood up.



“Keep teasing and you’ll get no cranberry sauce,” she joked.



“Promise?” he said.



Rebecca looked at him crossly and folded her arms across her chest. She was obviously getting upset with him and I guessed it wasn’t the first time, and not the first time for flirting with Denise.



“Need any help?” Taylor asked. “I’m no chef but I know my way around the kitchen.”



I waited for Charles to make the obvious joke. Taylor was overweight. He had a large gut like on a Buddha statue. Though the rest of him seemed normal if not muscular. Still with the gut and shyness he seemed smaller than he really was. Charles didn’t make the joke though. Apparently he had enough respect for Taylor to not say it.

“That’s okay,” Denise said. “I’ve got it under control. And I enjoy it. But if I need anything I’ll let you know.”



She walked over to my chair and sat down in my lap, crossing her legs over my leg, wrapping in arm around me, and leaning against me.



“I am tired, though,” Denise said.



“Didn’t get much sleep last night?” Charles asked.



Denise laughed.



“Nope, not much,” she said and kissed me softly.



I slid my hand around her stomach, under her shirt. Her skin was so smooth and warm. I slid my other hand up and down her firm thigh, then pulled it away, not wanting to make the others uncomfortable.



“I slept like a baby last night,” Rebecca said, then glanced at Charles.



“I didn’t,” he said. “I did all kinds of things to you last night while you slept.”



He leaned towards her and snapped his teeth at her.



“Doesn’t surprise me that you didn’t wake me then,” she said smugly.



Everyone laughed, even Charles, and he kissed her quickly, making her smile, the anger dissipating.



I looked at Taylor, sitting on the other end of the couch beside Rebecca, hoping he didn’t feel like a fifth wheel, and he was laughing. I really liked the guy. He hadn’t talked much, but gave off that air of someone who you know is nice and you want to help out.



I slid my hand from under Denise’s shirt and put her on the floor gently as I stood up.



“Anyone want anything to drink?” I asked.



“Too early to open the wine?” Rebecca asked.



“Which one?” Denise asked. “You guys brought two bottles and I already had two here.”



“Surprise me,” Rebecca said.



Denise and I went into the kitchen. I picked out a bottle of wine randomly, opened it, and poured four glasses of wine.



“Who’s not drinking?” Denise asked.



“Me,” I said. “I don’t like wine.”



“It’s a bit early, but oh well,” she said and took a sip from her glass.



I carried the other three to the living room and handed them out. Charles put on football when the first game started and we watched it while conversing, everyone loosening up. I found Charles wasn’t as much a wise ass as Denise had described. To me Randall was a wise ass. If Charles was a wise ass then Randall was a sociopath. Charles was just a nice guy whose good looks and charm allowed him to get away with being more forward.



I could see why Rebecca was dating him and why he was dating her. She was a bit uptight, but very attractive and quick witted. If she had pulled her auburn hair from the tight ponytail and worn clothes a bit less frumpy she’d be grabbing attention almost as much as Denise.



Denise called us to the table when dinner was ready. We devoured her meal. It was the best meal I’d had in a long time. I didn’t put much thought to food. I just didn’t have time to think about it and didn’t really care to. My hunger awakened and I devoured the meal like it was my last. There was little conversation at the table as the others did the same.



Afterwards, Denise and I cleaned the table and dishes as the other three sat down to watch more football. When we were done I sat in the chair and Denise sat on the floor in front of me between me legs. I rubbed her shoulders and neck in thanks for the meal.



Everyone was pretty quiet, sedated by the meal and wine. Taylor was slouching on the couch, mostly watching the game, but his eyes flickering to Denise from time to time. Rebecca was leaning against Charles, her eyes drooping. Charles had his arm around her and was talking to Denise, I think mainly for an excuse to look at her. She sat on the floor in front of me her long tanned legs stretched out, her ankles crossed. Her head kept drifting backwards as I massaged her.



Thinking about how the two guys obviously had eyes for Denise I wondered if I could manipulate them into using her. Neither of them seemed that aggressive. My previous targets had all seemed very sexually aggressive, making them good candidates. Taylor seemed way too shy and nice to attempt anything, but I wondered if Charles might do something. Rebecca however was an obstacle. Plus it was the mid-afternoon and everyone was looking sleepy. I thought maybe I could work that to my advantage. If I could drug Denise and get her to bed I could make an excuse to leave, then come back, enter through the back door which couldn’t be seen from the living room and sneak back to the bedroom where I could wait in the closet. But Charles wouldn’t do anything if Rebecca and Taylor were there. I couldn’t think of a way of getting rid of the two of them and manipulating Charles to be in the house alone with Denise. I considered drugging them too, an idea that had never occurred to me before surprisingly, but didn’t think I had enough of the drug.



I decided to just drug Denise and see what happened. I had done that many times, either testing the effects and viability of different drugs on her or in similar instances where I couldn’t figure out exactly how to manipulate the situation but thought I could try it which had never worked out, but there could be a first time.



I stroked Denise’s hair as I stood up.



“I’ll be right back,” I told her.



I went to the bathroom and forced myself to urinate. Then I opened my bathroom travel case and pulled out the small bag of the crushed pills I had stuffed to the bottom. I had put the drug in my travel case and then into my checked luggage. I put the small bag in my pocket and left the bathroom.



“Anyone need more wine?” I asked, walking into the living room.



I picked up Denise’s glass without waiting for an answer.



“Sure, why not?” Charles said and handed his glass to me.



“No thanks,” Rebecca said softly.



“Not yet,” Taylor said, motioning to his glass which was still half full.



I took the two glasses into the kitchen and poured wine into both. I quickly dumped the powder into Denise’s glass and stirred it in until it had dissolved. I held the glass up and looked in from the bottom to make sure none had settled to the bottom. I went back to the living room and handed his glass to Charles. I handed Denise hers and watched her take a drink.



I sat down on the chair behind her.



“Sit up here before you fall asleep on the floor,” I told her.



She got to her feet and I held her wine glass while she sat in my lap.



“You need more chairs in here,” Charles said.



“I can sit in a kitchen chair if you want to sit on the couch,” Taylor told Denise. “You did so much for us today.”



“I’m fine like this,” she said.



She curled her legs under her, wrapped her arm around my neck, and leaned against me. I offered her the glass. She took another drink and gave it back to me.



I set the wine glass on the side table so I could stroke her smooth thighs. She sighed against my neck. I looked at the couch and saw all three of them were looking at me, Taylor glancing away when I looked towards them. I ran the tips of my fingers up and down her outer thigh, barely touching her, not wanting to be too obvious or inappropriate.



I saw that Charles was staring at her but Taylor was intently watching the game. Rebecca tilted her head up to look at Charles, then looked over at Denise. She sat up, moving away from Charles.



“So when are you two getting married?” Rebecca asked.



“As soon as I’m done medical school and can get out here,” I said.



“You don’t think you two can work something out sooner?” she asked.



“We talked about it…” I said.



“It’s just tough to work around our schools right now,” Denise said, sitting up, her back against the chair arm to look at Rebecca on the couch.



“Must be tough being apart,” Taylor said.



“It is,” Denise said and lightly slid her hand down my chest.



“We’re both so busy right now I think we’d be horrible to be around anyway,” I added.



I slid the palm of my hand up the back of her thigh and under the leg of her shorts to her butt. Charles saw what I was doing and watched. Taylor was forcing himself to look at my face.



“Just you,” Denise said. “I’m always a delight.”



“I’ll bet,” Charles said.



Everyone laughed, but Rebecca was forcing it.



“No pumpkin pie for you,” Denise said.



“Oh, pumpkin pie,” I said. “Who wants some?”



Everyone groaned. I laughed and sat up. I slowly slid from under Denise letting her sit on the chair a I stood up.



“Just me?” I asked.



“I’ll take a piece,” Taylor said.



“Good man,” I said.



I handed the wine glass to Denise and watched her take another drink. I went to the kitchen. The dishwasher was done so I unloaded it and put everything away. As I was cutting two pieces of pie I heard the front door close. I walked into the living room and saw Rebecca and Charles were gone.



“Where’d they go?” I asked.



“Rebecca had to get going. I think she was just tired,” Denise said.



I handed a plate to Taylor, who thanked me and sat down on the couch to eat the pie. Out the front window I could see Charles and Rebecca talking in front of the house by her car. It didn’t look like they were arguing but it wasn’t pleasant conversation. I sighed, interested that Rebecca had left like I’d wanted but Charles would go with her, which I didn’t want.



I cut a small piece of pie, stabbed it, and stretched it out to Denise. She pulled it off the fork with her lips and cooed.



“That’s good, Taylor,” she said.



“Yes it is,” I agreed.



“Thanks,” he said.



I looked at him, wondering if he would hang around with the other two gone and if so if he’d take the bait. I wasn’t expecting it. It looked like he’d be leaving soon, Denise would pass out, and I’d be there alone. I figured I could get some studying done.



I finished my pie and looked at Denise. She had finished most of her wine and was slouched down in her chair, staring at the television. I picked up my plate, took Taylor’s plate, stood up, and looked down at her.



“You finish that glass I can refill it,” I told her.



She sat up, picked up her glass, and tipped the last of the wine into her mouth.



“Not a full refill,” she said. “It’s Thanksgiving but I don’t need to get drunk.”



“Might as well. Where do you have to go?” Taylor said.



“Good point,” I said. “Which means I’ll get you a refill too.”



I took his empty glass from him and went to the kitchen. I was hoping if I could get him to drink enough he’d have to stick around awhile so as to not drive, then maybe I could make it happen. I still didn’t think he’d do anything, but figured I could try.



I poured two glasses of wine and took them back to the living room. Charles walked in the front door.



“I’m back,” he said with a grin.



“Where’s Rebecca?” Denise said, sitting up to twist around and look out the window.



“She wanted to go home to study and rest,” he said.



“Looked like she was mad at you,” Taylor said.



“They always are,” Charles said and flopped down on the couch. “I’ll have to get a ride with you if that’s ok?”



“Fine with me,” Taylor said, taking the glass from me.



“But he won’t be driving for a while,” I said. “Ya’ll might as well relax.”



I went and poured the last of the wine for Charles and brought him the glass, then sat down on the couch next to him. With Rebecca gone and the wine Charles was more talkative and getting Taylor to talk more. After a while I noticed Denise had stopped taking part in the conversation and was falling asleep. Her eyes were closing for longer and longer periods of time as she slouched further in her chair with her legs spreading wider. Charles and Taylor definitely noticed as their eyes kept drifting to her spread thighs.



My main problem was that Taylor was still there and had drank enough that he couldn’t leave anytime soon. I was unsure about what to do. I decided that with two guys there maybe that would double the chances of someone doing what I wanted, though really I figured the other being there would stop either of them from doing anything. I knew for sure neither of would do anything with me there and decided I would make an excuse to leave as soon as Denise was definitely passed out.



I hung out for a while, glancing at Denise to see how she was doing. Eventually her eyes closed and she lay there slack and breathing deep. I waited a while longer to make sure she didn’t stir, though I had done it enough by then to be confident she was out.



“Well,” I said with a sigh, “If you guys don’t mind I think I might go visit a friend that lives nearby. Looks like Denise is out anyway.”



They both glanced at her then back at me.



“You know someone that goes to school here?” Charles asked.



“Well, he doesn’t go to school here,” I said. “But lives in the area somewhere.” I named a town that was about an hour away.



“Don’t know if I’d say that’s close,” Taylor said.



“Closer than you were yesterday,” Charles said and Taylor nodded.



“I’m gonna give him a call and see if he’s around,” I said.



I got up and went to the bedroom to get my cell phone. I pretended to be making a phone call and held the phone to my ear.



“Hey man, this is Mike. How you doing?” I said to the dead phone.



I walked out of the bedroom, down the hallway and looked into the living room. They were watching the game and remarking on it.



“Happy Thanksgiving to you too,” I said.



I looked at her slouching in the chair, her legs spread limply open, and I could see far up the inside of the shredded legs of her shorts to the tops of her inner thighs, her underwear and groin hidden in shadows. I was sure the two guys had noticed that as well.



“Yeah, I’m here visiting Denise,” I said.



I walked to the back of the dining room and looked out the window. Behind the duplex was a rather unkempt backyard with a row of houses spaced further back. To the sides of the duplex were a couple of other similar homes.



“She’s doing good. How you doing?” I said.



I stood in front of the back door and turned towards the living room. A wall blocked the living room entirely. I moved around the table until I got to the hallway and saw into the living room and the backs of their heads as they sat on the couch. I’d have to be really quiet, but I could sneak past them. If they heard me I’d make some excuse. My car broke down and I came to the house from the back.



“Good,” I said. “I was thinking about coming to visit you if that’s ok.”



I went to the back door, unlocked it, and opened it. I stepped outside. It was warm out with a gentle breeze. Everything is so much more quiet on Thanksgiving, so peaceful.



“Just give me your address and I can map it on my phone,” I said.



I walked back into the house and pulled the door closed behind me, leaving it partially open so the latch wasn’t engaged.



“Okay, got it,” I said.



I went to the bedroom, looking into the living room as I passed. With the television on I could stomp through the house and they wouldn’t hear me.



“It’s Thanksgiving so traffic shouldn’t be too bad,” I said. “Probably won’t take a full hour to get there.”



I looked around the bedroom, noting the position of the closet to the bed. I pushed the closet door half-closed, walked to the bed, and looked towards the closet. I could barely see inside the closet, but would probably see someone standing directly in the opening.



“Want me to bring anything? We have plenty of leftovers here,” I said.



I adjusted the blinds and curtains to reduce the light in the room, walked back to the bed, and saw the closet was hidden well. I’d have to be careful, but I was betting if anything happened they’d be too occupied to be studying the closet.



“Okay, sounds good,” I said. “I’ll see you in a bit.”



I could feel that tingling in my stomach and groin, that anticipation, images of what I hoped to see already bubbling in my mind.



“Bye,” I said and pretended to end the call.



I put on my shoes, got my wallet and keys, and got ready to go. I looked around the bedroom, feeling that thrill before I try to do a setup. I sighed deeply, ran my fingers through my hair, and went back to the living room.



“You guys going to be okay here?” I asked.



They both looked over the couch at me as I walked into the room.



“Yeah, it’s fine,” Charles said.



I frowned and pretended to be reconsidering.



“Not very hospitable to just take off and leave you here with the passed out hostess,” I said, motioning to Denise.



They both looked at her then back at me.



“It’s okay,” Charles said.



“Yeah, it was a good meal and she deserves the rest. I might take a nap myself,” Taylor said with a grin.



“She’s not just napping,” I said and walked over to her. “She’s out of it.”



I stood between her spread legs and kneeled down to look into her face.



“Hey, baby,” I said loudly. I touched her face and pushed her head up, tilting it back.



“I’m going to visit Thomas now,” I said even louder. I picked Thomas’s name randomly. I hoped that wouldn’t come back to bite me. What if one of the two of them asked me about the visit some time later. I’d have to figure that one out.



She didn’t respond. She just laid there with her head back, breathing deeply.



“Yeah, she’s out,” I said. “Nothing will wake her up.”



“Wish I could sleep like that,” Taylor joked.



“She didn’t really get any sleep last night and the few glasses of wine and being busy all day… She’ll be out for a while,” I said.



I stood up and looked down at her.



“I should get her to bed at least,” I said. “Can you guys help me?”



I turned around to look at them.



“Um, sure,” Charles said and stood up.



Taylor stood up beside him.



I moved the side of the chair and slid my hands behind her shoulders.



“I’ll get her from here,” I said. “One of you get her legs.”



They hesitated, looked at each other, and then Charles moved forward.



“Just grab her under her knees or something,” I said.



“Want to just wake her up and get her to bed?” Charles asked.



“She isn’t waking up,” I said. “Just watch. We’ll carry her to bed and she won’t even stir. Trust me. I’ve seen this many times.”



“Okay,” Charles said.



He scratched his face, obviously thinking it over, then moved between her legs.



“Yeah, just hold her legs under your arms or something,” I said.



He bent down and wrapped his arms around her knees, his hands sliding down her thighs, and held them under her arms.



“Okay, let’s lift,” I said.



I pushed my hands under her arms and lifted her up as he stood up. Her butt sagged between us.



“Taylor, can you hold her up for us?” I asked as I maneuvered her over the chair.



“Okay,” Taylor said hesitantly.



He moved over to us, put his hands out and beneath her, and hesitated.



“Yeah, like that,” I said. “Just lift her up so she’s not sagging like that.”



He put one arm beneath her lower back and the other beneath her butt and lifted her up some. Charles held her legs in his arms, his hands circling around and up her inner thighs.



“Okay, lets carefully get her into bed,” I said.



I started walking and they followed me. We carried her like she was an extremely valuable and heavy rare artifact. I leaned her head against my chest. Her arms dangled down loosely. We took small shuffling steps around the coffee table and couch, then to the hallway. Both of them were looking down at her, their eyes wide, looking at the parts of her they were holding then to her passive face. She sighed heavily once but otherwise just kept breathing that deep heavy sleep rhythm.



Charles’s fingers grasped her inner thighs tightly in his arms, her legs spread around him, and his eyes drawn to her groin. Her shirt had risen as Taylor grabbed her and his left arm was wrapped around her bare lower back, his hand holding her bare side. His other arm held her butt firmly. His eyes moved from her bare stomach to her groin to her legs spread around his friend and to her face.



“That’s good,” I said as we entered the bedroom.



We moved to the bed. Taylor and I slowly lowered her down while Charles bent down then slid from between her legs, holding them in his hands, then laid them on the bed. I slid my hands beneath her, lifted her slightly, and shifted her further onto the bed. I stood up and looked at Charles and Taylor.

“Thanks guys,” I said. “Seemed wrong to leave her sleeping in that chair.”



“No problem,” Taylor said.



“Can’t believe she didn’t wake up,” Charles said.



“I told you she’s out,” I said. “Nothing will wake her right now. She’d sleep through a nuclear attack. Or any kind of attack.”



I put a pillow under her head and set her arms out beside her. She lay there perfectly still but for the slow rising and falling of her chest and bare stomach, her shirt having slid up some as we put her on the bed. Her feet tilted to the sides, her legs straight and spread in a V.



“Maybe I should at least take those shorts off,” I said.



I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled the zipper down, then turned to look at Charles and Taylor. They were both looking down at her, then looked at me surprised, and shambled out of the room.



Once they had left I pulled her shorts down her legs and placed them folded on her dresser. I looked to the bedroom door to make sure no one was watching me. Then, I turned back to her and spread her legs a bit wider. Her white thong underwear barely covered anything, just a white triangle at her groin and thin white straps around her. I pushed her shirt further up to expose more of her stomach and pulled the neck down a bit to show some cleavage. I brushed her hair from her face and around her, laying on the pillow. She looked gorgeous. I bent down and kissed her lips softly. Then, I stood up, sighed heavily, and walked back to the living room, leaving the bedroom door open.



They were both back on the couch, ostensibly watching the game, but I was hoping they were thinking of other things. As I walked around the couch I noticed Charles was holding a pillow on his lap and had to stop from smiling. Taylor had his legs crossed, a startled expression on his face.



“Okay, I’m going to take off,” I said. “You guys can do whatever you want. You won’t wake her. Use whatever you want. If you’re not here when I get back then it was good to meet you both.”



“Yeah, good to meet you too,” Charles said.



“Yeah,” Taylor said, his voice sounding distant. “Take care.”



I turned, opened the front door, and walked out, closing the door behind me. The air felt colder than before, bringing out goose bumps on my arms. I walked to my car, got in, and started it. I was feeling confident that it had worked. I felt that if there had been just one of them that either of them would probably use her. Charles definitely would if alone. I think Taylor would have been strongly tempted and at least looked at her. But with both of them there I wasn’t sure if anything would happen. I was wishing one of them would leave somehow, but seeing as how they had to leave together I didn’t think that would happen.



I backed out of the driveway and drove around the block to the street behind Denise’s apartment. I found a house that looked empty and parked on the street in front of it. I got out of my car, locked it, looked around for anyone watching, but saw no one. Then, I hurried around the house into the backyard of the duplex. I approached the back door and stood still for a moment, letting myself catch my breath and trying to get my excitement under control. I didn’t want to be on edge as I tried to walk through the house. I wanted to be calm and quiet.



I gripped the doorknob and pulled the door open slowly. I could hear commercials in the living room. I slipped through the open door and pulled it closed behind me, leaving the latch disengaged again. I listened carefully and I could hear them talking in the living room. They were talking about the game, but in jilted dialogue with long pauses.



I moved around the table to the hallway and the living room came into view. I could see the couch and the backs of their heads. I slipped quickly into the hallway then into the bedroom. I walked quickly but quietly to the closet, opened the door, slipped inside, and closed the door halfway as it had been. I hadn’t breathed since I entered the house and took a deep breath. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I listened through the rush of blood in my ears for notice they had heard me. I could hear the television, now an announcer talking about the game and heard Taylor’s voice commenting on something. They hadn’t heard me.



I laid my hand on the door jam and looked into the bedroom. I could see the bed clearly. Denise was still passed out, exactly as I had left her. I could also see the bedroom doorway. I moved back into the closet, into the shadows, so I could mainly see the bedroom doorway. I sat down beneath some hanging clothes in the dark where I couldn’t be seen and started waiting.



I didn’t wait for long before Charles walked past the bedroom doorway. He looked into the bedroom but continued past and went to the bathroom. On his way back he stopped in the doorway. He stepped into the room a bit and stared at her. He watched her for a while, his eyes moving over her. His hand drifted to his crotch and he rubbed himself through his pants. I waited for him to move into the room and do something, but he suddenly turned away and walked back to the living room.



I sighed in disappointment. I was sure he would have done something if he’d been alone. I settled back and waited some more, but was losing hope. I tried to think of a way I could have separated them, got Taylor to leave but have Charles stay, but I couldn’t think of anything.



I could hear them talking in the living room but couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying. Their voices got loud for a moment like they were arguing then softened. I hoped they were talking about Denise but they could have just as easily been talking about the game or their schooling or anything else. I could do nothing but wait.



As I waited I thought about my conversation with Randall. It would be much easier to get one or both of them to do what I wanted if there was someone there convincing them to do it. I couldn’t do that myself. I couldn’t just tell them to fuck Denise. That would expose me. But if someone was there being the devil on their shoulder, then I wouldn’t have to just wait there wondering what they were going to do. I’d had several failed attempts and expected I was about to have another one. With Randall working the targets for me there wouldn’t be so many failures, or at least I would know sooner, and not have to spend an afternoon and evening waiting in a closet.



I was thinking this over so much that I didn’t even notice Taylor walk into the bedroom. He was suddenly just there standing inside the doorway. I was startled and sat up straight. He was staring at Denise with a look I hadn’t thought I’d see on him. It was a look of not just lust and hunger, but frustration, his eyebrows furled and lower lip jutting out. He walked further into the room and I had to crawl forward on my hands and knees to see him standing by the side of the bed, looking down at her, his head moving side to side as his eyes traveled over her.



“What are you doing?” Charles whispered harshly.



I turned to see him standing just outside the bedroom door.



“What do you think?” Taylor said, sounding annoyed.



“I told you we shouldn’t be in here,” Charles said.



“Then leave,” Taylor said.



I was surprised that Taylor was the aggressor in the situation. I had been convinced that Charles would be the one to initiate anything. I guess I had underestimated Taylor. I’d remember to never count out the quiet, nice guy.



“Hey Denise,” Taylor said loudly, making Charles jump.



She didn’t respond of course.



“Hey Denise, you ok?” Taylor yelled, bending down over her.



She just laid there, completely still.



Taylor stood back up and looked down her, his eyes narrowing, focusing in on her, already possessing her.



“Maybe we should go,” Charles said, looking from Taylor then back to the living room. “Mike could come back anytime.”



“Then go keep watch,” Taylor said, still looking at her.



Charles looked at Taylor, then to Denise. He hesitated for a moment then turned around and left.



Suddenly Taylor bent over Denise, grabbed her shoulders and started shaking her, yelling her name at her. She just flopped around in his hands, her head rocking back and forth. Charles appeared in the doorway again to see what Taylor was doing then walked away again.



Taylor stopped shaking her and his face turned to concern.



“Are you even okay?” he asked.



He placed his fingers to her neck and looked across the room, feeling her pulse. Then he looked down at her chest and stomach rising and falling. He shrugged.



“Guess you are just passed out,” he mumbled.



He laid a hand on her bare thigh and started sliding up and down, his fingers circling around her inner thigh.



“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I’ve been in love with you since we met.”



So he was love sick for her. The look in his eyes seemed more like lust. Some people get them confused.



I rose to my feet slowly and moved to the side of the closet so I could peer around the doorframe at him.



He pulled her leg towards him, spreading it to the side, bending her knee. He slid his hand up almost to her crotch and left it there, holding the soft smooth curve of her inner thigh. I saw him swallow hard and take a harsh breath. Then, he slid his hand up until he was cupping her crotch. He groaned roughly and licked his lips. His eyes were moving all over her from her spread legs to her groin to her bare stomach to her chest and to her peaceful face.



He started rubbing her through her panties, his eyes fixed on her face, watching her. His hand slid down, his fingers going beneath her, cupping her in his palm, then slid up, his fingertips pressing into her, searching for her labia beneath her panties. He touched her lightly at first, his fingers exploring her, observing her face for any response, rubbing her harder as she didn’t waken. His fingers delved into her panties, trying to press into her, then pausing at her clitoris, rubbing it back and forth with his fingertips.



His tongue moved across his lips as he watched her, his eyes moving from her face to look over her body and the space between her legs then back to her face. He began rubbing her faster and harder, his hand pushing into her, his palm rubbing against her clit, his fingers pressing into her, up and down so I could hear the sound of his skin brushing over the smooth cotton of her panties.



Then, his index finger pulled her panties to the side and delved into her, parting her labia. He sighed at the soft velvety touch of her vulva.



“Already getting wet,” he groaned.



He moved his finger up and down, pressing the length of it between her labia, stroking up, then rubbing his fingertip over her clit. He pulled her panties to the side, exposing her pussy and looked down at her. He rubbed two fingers up and down, watching her lips part for him, spreading open and closing as his fingers slid back. He parted his fingers around her clit, then brushed his fingertips over it, circled it, flicked it lightly, rubbed it, then slid his fingers back down.



He turned his wrist and I could tell he was pushing a finger inside of her, just barely penetrating with his fingertip, and I felt my stomach tighten and that heat in my cock, aroused by the sight of her being penetrated by another man and feeling his arousal as he fidgeted, an obvious erection bulging in his pants. Then he slid his fingers back up between her lips and over her clit, then back down, sliding his fingertip into her again then back out and up, back and forth like that again and again. He looked up at her face, watching her as he did it, observing her face as he moved a bit faster and pressed against her a bit harder, spreading her labia apart with his other fingers, up and down with a staticy moist sound of her own wetness being spread back and forth. I groaned at how aroused she got when unconscious and used like this, so much more than when we had sex. Her body offered itself so eagerly to those who used it without her knowing.



He plunged his finger into her a bit deeper and watched her as he moved it in and out of her, sliding half of his finger into her then withdrawing it and sliding the length of his finger between her labia, then sinking it into her again. His eyes moved from her pussy to her face, back and forth, his eyes wide with arousal and excitement, wanting to watch his finger entering her but looking for any sign of waking on her face. She didn’t respond at all. Her face was turned partly to the side towards him and remained peaceful, her lips wet and parted as she breathed deeply.



He crouched over her and looked into her face as he slid his finger into her, deeper than before, slowly descending into her until his other fingers were curled to his palm, his finger entirely inside of her. His face was only inches away from her sleeping face, watching her intently, as he began moving his finger in and out of her, fucking her with it. His hand opened up to curl his other fingers around her butt, his thumb rubbing her clit, as he thrust it in and out of her slowly but methodically. I could hear that moist clinging sound and rubbed myself through my pants. My stomach was a tight knot of anticipation and excitement. My head felt heavy with it. I placed my hand on the door jam to steady myself.



I watched as he moved his finger faster, becoming more confident she was indeed passed out, staring at her intently, looking for any sign of waking, until he was fucking her hard with his finger, his other fingers grasping her butt tightly, his thumb rubbing her clitoris roughly. Her only response was the increased moisture she emitted, making his finger slick. He thrust a second finger into her and curled his other fingers into his palm, making a fist with two fingers that he plunged in and out of her rapid and hard with enough force to make her body rock with it. His face was intense, red and wide, his tongue moving over his lips, breathing heavy with excitement.



He stopped and thrust his fingers into her deeply, twisting his wrist so that I could tell he was curling his fingers inside of her, then slid out of her and back in, rubbing his fingertips up inside of her.



“You’re so wet,” he panted. “You’re loving it aren’t you?”



I could see her glistening wet pussy with her legs parted, the one knee bent towards him, his fingers moving into her, her opening spread around him, her labia becoming swollen and red. Grasping the doorway with one hand I quietly opened my zipper with the other and pulled my aching erect penis out, sighing with relief as the cool air stroked over it. I ran my fingers over it delicately as I watched him plunging his fingers in and out of her, still watching her face intently.



Then he pulled his fingers out of her, brought them to his noise, and inhaled deeply.



“Ahhh,” he sighed.



He stuffed his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. He licked them clean, both at once, then each individually, groaning the entire time, his eyes open and watching her.



“So sweet, just as I had imagined,” he said.



Then, he laid his hand on her cheek and pressed his thumb between her lips.



“You’re so passed out,” he said. “You’re all mine.”



He rubbed his thumb over her lips then leaned in and kissed her, soft at first then hard, opening his mouth then pulling away with a soft sucking sound, a string of saliva joining their lips then breaking as he stood up.



He reached out with both hands to grab her panties at her hips and pulled them down, pushing her legs together as they slid down her thighs and calves, then off her feet, and dropped them on the floor. He groaned and rubbed himself quickly as he moved up and grabbed her shirt at her waist. He slid the shirt up off her stomach and over her breasts, then lifted her as he slid it over her head, raising her arms to pull it off of her, and dropping it on the floor. He lifted her back to unhook her bra and then slid it down her arms and to the floor beside her shirt.



“So gorgeous,” he whispered, staring at her nude vulnerable body.



His eyes glued to her he undressed himself. He pulled all of his clothes off until he was standing beside her entirely nude. He looked as I thought he would with a large round stomach and the rest of him comparatively more trim and muscular. His erection stood out long and thin, pointed up, the head a swollen cap on the reed of his almost perfectly straight shaft.



He walked to the foot of the bed, his penis swaying before him. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart. Then, he slid his hands up the inside of her legs, pushing them further apart, as he got up on the bed, kneeling at the foot of the mattress. He pushed her knees to the side and up the mattress and crawled up between her legs on his knees and elbows until he reached her pussy.



He slid his hands up her thighs almost to her groin and held them as he lowered his head, setting his butt back on his feet with his legs tucked beneath him. He looked like a penitent bowing before an idol, his head lowered, kneeling before her cunt, his desire hungry but reverential. He inhaled deeply and sighed.



“So sweet,” he sighed.



Then, he pressed the tip of his tongue between her labia and licked up slowly, flicking her clitoris. He pulled back a bit, then pressed his tongue into her and licked up again. He took his time, licking her slowly like he was licking the juices from exotic fruit, lapping it up, reveling in the taste of it. He was looking up over her pelvis, watching her as he did it. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, holding her legs spread wide open, her knees pushed out and up, her feet laying limply on the mattress.



I lightly stroked my fingers underneath my erection, feeling it jump when I touched the perineum. I was intently watching Taylor licking her pussy when movement out of the corner of my eyes startled me and I receded into the darkness of the closet. Charles had walked into the bedroom doorway. He stood just inside the doorway, watching Taylor. If he had not been so transfixed by watching his friend on the bed he might have seen me lurking inside the closet. I moved to the side into the shadow cast by the partially closed closet door where I could see both of them.



Charles stood still and watched Taylor lapping at Denise’s pussy. He kept sliding his tongue up between her labia and over her clit, going faster as he went and flicking her clit, his eyes still looking over her supine body to her unknowing face. Taylor started sliding his hands back and forth along her inner thighs, luxuriating in the touch of that smooth cool skin, from her butt to her knees.



“What are you doing?” Charles whispered after a minute of watching.



Taylor didn’t answer. He just kept licking her. Then, he hoisted her legs up on his shoulders and pressed his face into her crotch. He began pressing his tongue into her, pushing it flat between her labia, and licking up in long, broad strokes. He pressed her thighs to his face, as he devoured her, her knees in the air, her feet on the bed at his sides. I could imagine the feel of her smooth inner thighs against my cheeks, the heat and moisture of her cunt, and held my erect penis in my hand, too worried about Charles in the doorway to stroke myself a I wanted.



“Taylor,” Charles whispered, louder than before but unsure.



Taylor only pressed his face into her harder, licking and sucking, lapping his tongue over her. Then he sucked her clitoris between his lips and began licking it with his tongue, back and forth. She sighed softly in her sleep and he arched his neck to look at her as he continued.



Charles fidgeted in the doorway, pulling on his lower lip with his teeth, unsure of what to do. From the bulge in his pants I could tell he was turned on but was still too worried about what might happen to act on it. He wanted to do something. He wanted to be doing what Taylor was doing, and more.

Taylor lowered his head, slid his hands under her butt, and raised her hips, turning her pussy to his mouth. He pressed his face to her and plunged his tongue inside of her. He shoved his tongue in and out of her hungrily, turning and twisting his head to explore her inside with his tongue, groaning and panting.



He sat up some and slid his hands up her butt to the backs of her thighs and pushed her legs towards her chest, and shoved his tongue inside of her deeply, pressing his face into her wet pussy. His hands held her thighs down and her feet rested on his shoulders as he slurped and licked. Then, he pulled back and looked down at her wet and open pussy. He licked her juices from his lips and looked up at her passive sleeping face.



“You taste wonderful,” he groaned.



Then, he dove into her again, shoving his tongue into her. He thrust his tongue in and out of her and licked back and forth, delving into her flesh.



“Goddamn,” Charles sighed in lust.



I looked at Charles who was enraptured with the sight of Taylor eating her out. His hand trailed over the bulge in his pants. Then, he turned suddenly and walked back to the living room.



Taylor pulled his tongue out of her and began licking her pussy back and forth, his tongue pressed between her labia. He ran the width of his tongue up her pussy from her entrance and up over her clit then ran the tip of his tongue back, brushing her lips apart. His head bobbed back and forth as he licked her up and down, his tongue plunging into her then pulling out to slide up her again.



I wrapped my hand around my erection and moved my hand back and forth, moving the skin over it and around it like a sheath. He devoured her with such avarice, plunging his tongue into her, licking her, sucking her labia and clit softly between his lips I knew that she would have come just from that if she’d been awake and aware. As it was she lay there still, her lips parted and chest rising and falling. Her nipples stood out hard and erect, showing that she was feeling it somewhere in there, and enjoying it.



Then, he sat up, the lower half of his face glistening wet, and set her feet down on the bed, letting her knees fall to the side. He moved over her, his hands on either side of her, his cock sticking out long and hard, until he was hovering over her. He turned her head so she was facing him and looked down into her sleeping face.



“I need to be inside of you, Denise,” he said, the anxiety of that need reverberating in his deep voice. “I’ve been needing it so bad.”



He let go of her face and grabbed her breast, squeezed it firmly, then slid his hand down her body to her groin. His fingers probed her vulva and spread her wet labia. I shivered in anticipation, watching his large body over top of her, waiting to enter her. I grabbed my cock in my hand and held it, squeezing it as if to hold onto the excitement.



He lowered his large hips down to her pelvis, her legs spread wide, knees flat on the mattress, held himself over her on one straight arm, and looked down between their bodies, sucking in his stomach as much as he could, as he grabbed his cock and aimed into her. Then, with a loud groan he penetrated her, his head pushing into her tight opening then sliding the full length of his shaft into her soaking wet depths until their hips met. His body convulsed on top of her and he placed his hand on the other side of her, holding himself over her, shaking spastically. His head fell back with his eyes closed as his body shook. I thought he might be coming already but realized he was just trembling from the pleasure of being inside of her, her body so wet and accommodating, folding around him and taking him in entirely. I grit my teeth as my head swooned and I leaned my shoulder into the wall to steady myself.



With a deep shuddering breath he dropped his head to look down at her.



“You feel incredible, Denise,” he told her.



He pressed his hips tightly against her and moved them back and forth, stirring himself inside of her.



“But now I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been wanting to,” he said.



He held himself up on straight trembling arms, dug his knees into the mattress, lifted his hips up, sliding his cock out of her, pushed back into her deep, and then began thrusting in and out of her at a medium pace with long, deep strokes. He watched her as he fucked her, her body jostling and shaking, her breasts rolling. Her face stayed calm and passive. His rotund stomach curved over her flat stomach, bending and flexing with his thrusts. His thighs were pressed to her thighs her knees bent loosely around his legs. I leaned forward to watch his slick shaft emerging from her snug hole, clinging to him with a wet folding of flesh, until his head threatened to emerge from her, spreading her opening wide, then slide back into her, her pussy folding around him, taking him in deep, until his hips met hers and his testicles smacked into her butt.



I watched this intertwining of flesh and stroked myself, sliding my hand back and forth on my hard cock in rhythm with him, my eyes locked on that penetration, my stomach trembling at the image in my head of his tip of his cock piercing her deep, moving inside of her, her flesh wrapped around him. She was so wet, so open, that he could move inside of her as he wanted, churning his hips, plunging into her, her opening so accommodating but tight, slick with her juices and his saliva. Being passed out allowed her body to respond to him, to give itself over to him, and he plunged himself inside of it greedily.



He lowered himself to his elbows, pressing his large stomach against her and slid his arms beneath her shoulders and grabbed them with his hands. He started thrusting into her harder and faster, pulling only half the length of his shaft from her and then thrusting into her deep and hard. I matched his new pace with my own watching his large body thrusting on top of her, her body crushed below him being pushed back and forth. He grunted and strained, turning his hips to push deep inside of her. The bed mattress squeaked loudly beneath them, mixing with the soft moist sound of their joined flesh.



He looked into her face, watching her as he fucked her, watching for her to waken, watching for a sign she was feeling something, that she was enjoying it. But her eyes stayed closed. Only her breathing, slightly shallower and faster, gave sign of any arousal. He spread his knees, pushing her thighs further apart and to her sides, and shoved into her. He slid his hands up from her shoulders and grabbed some of her long hair in his fists and pulled as he started fucking her faster, pulling her head back some, her chin pointing up, curving her neck.



“Oh, god, Denise,” he panted.



He stared at her intently as he thrust in and out of her, moving faster, pushing harder, until the mattress was squealing loudly and he was panting hard. He bashed his hips into her again and again, making a wet fleshy sucking sound as his round stomach curled and moved against her stomach. I stroked myself back and forth, teasing the head, feeling my cock hard, the head bulging purple and angry. I had to wrap my hand tightly around the tip and hold it to stop myself from coming right then.



I noticed motion at the doorway and saw Charles standing there again. He walked into the room slowly, watching Taylor intently.



“You’re really making some noise,” Charles said, his voice distant.



Taylor didn’t respond. He just kept thrusting into her as he held onto her hair. He lifted his head up, arching his back, and groaned loudly.



“You’re going to wake her doing that,” Charles said, his eyes wide.



The bed just kept squeaking loudly and Taylor kept pumping into her hard, though slowing down some as he panted for breath. He dropped down on her, his head beside hers, and let go of her hair to slide his hands down her body until he grabbed her thighs and pulled them apart wider, raising her knees, his hands gripping the inside of her thighs. He shoved into her deep and then started pumping into her in short jabs, grunting each time.



Charles watched him, his eyes moving over Denise’s body as it shook beneath Taylor’s large pounding body and to her face which remained passive and still. His hand hovered over his crotch and the bulge in his pants. Watching Charles watch Taylor fucking Denise excited me so much that I almost came just clenching my cock in a hard grip.



Taylor started moving his cock in and out of her at different strokes and speeds, plunging in and out of her as he pleased, exploring her depths, twisting his hips, raising and dropping his butt, shoving into her deep then pulling all the way out of her, leaving her opening wet and wide waiting for him then plunging back into her, and pushing into her again and again in short jabs, then pulling almost all the way out and barely moving in and out of her, just the head of his penis rubbing inside of her opening, then shoving in hard and deep, then holding there and churning his hips, shoving in as deep as he could, completely exploring her. He grunted and panted into her neck and shoulder. His hands gripped her thighs, his arms straight, holding her thighs wide apart for his massive hips.



Then, he dropped her legs, pushed himself, up on his arms, and looked at Charles.



“You want her mouth?” Taylor asked him.



Charles stared at him, then nodded.



“Yeah,” he muttered.



“I wanted to change position anyway,” Taylor said.



He pushed himself off of her. He was dripping with sweat and the front of her body was glistening from it. He slipped out of her as he sat back and took a deep breath.



“I want to see that nice ass of hers,” he said.



“She’s just staying passed out?” Charles asked.



Taylor reached over her, grabbed the two large thick pillows, and placed them on top of each other beside him.



“Yeah,” Taylor said. “She’s way out. She hasn’t even stirred.”



He moved around her, grabbed her hips, and slid her down the bed. Then, like he was lifting a rag doll, he wrapped his beefy sweaty arms around her chest and back, lifted her up, turned her to the side, and rolled her stomach onto the pillows with her head facing the side of the bed and Charles.



“There you go,” Taylor said, taking a deep breath.



He shifted her onto the center of the pillows and pushed her forward so her head and arms dropped down the pillows to the side of the bed. Then, he maneuvered behind her, using his knees to spread her legs and kneeling between them.



Charles was looking at her bent over the pillow, her head drooping in front of him.



“You’re sure she’s out?” Charles asked.



“Either that or pretending really well,” Taylor said. “Either way this is too good to pass up. Trust me.”



I was surprised at how Taylor was acting. I had been sure that Charles would be the one to take advantage of it. Then, figured neither would with both of them there. But Taylor had not only come out of his shell to take advantage of her but was persuading Charles to do it too. I had really misjudged him.



Taylor settled behind her on his knees, her legs spread around him, and looked down at her firm butt. He ran his hands over her buttocks to her waist and back.



“Such a great ass,” he sighed.



He was right. Denise had an incredible ass, round and firm, that curved to her slender waist. He admired it by sliding his hands back and forth from her waist and over her butt cheeks, pressing his fingers in, grabbing them in his hands, then moving up to grip her waist again.



Charles had seemed mostly shocked by what was going on, but then as if suddenly making a decision he started unbuckled his pants and shoved them down. He kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants and underwear off, kicking them to the side. His cock curved up, shorter than Taylor’s but about the same width, looking so hard it must have ached. He stepped towards her, grabbed her head in his hands, and lifted it carefully. He brushed the long hair from her face and looked at her closely.



“She’s really out of it,” he said.



“Yeah,” Taylor said.



Taylor wrapped one hand around the side of her waist and grabbed his prick in the other. He started rubbing the head over her wet pussy, spreading the lips apart, and rubbing it up and down, coating it in her juices. Then, he pushed forward and slid into her smoothly with a deep groan that turned into a relieved chuckle as his hips met her butt.



Charles look up at him and smiled. Then, he looked down at her face, her mouth partially open and carefully slid his cock between her lips and over her tongue.



“Oh god,” Charles said with a sigh.



Taylor slid in and out of her slowly, moving the entire length in and out of her, pulling back so his head was parting her lips and sliding in until the root of his shaft was buried inside of her. He watched his cock moving in and out of her, his hands gripping her butt cheeks and pulling them apart.



Charles was doing almost the same thing, moving his cock in and out of her mouth slowly. He moved his hands down so his fingers held her beneath the chin, closing her mouth around him, his palms gripping her cheeks. He formed her lips into a soft wet o-shape and slid in and out of her mouth.



I was so excited I could barely stand. I was feeling lightheaded and dizzy. My stomach was clenched tight. The sight of Denise being used by two guys at the same time, both of them focused on her, on their penetration of her, taking their pleasure from her unconscious body, had me so aroused that all I could do was lean against the wall and grip my throbbing erection. It hadn’t occurred to me that both would use her at the same time and I had never thought just how exciting it would be. I just stood there, almost as helpless as Denise, watching them in awe.



Taylor was stroking in and out of her, his cock sliding into her smoothly, back and forth, making that soft wet sound meaning she was soaking wet. He leaned forward and sucked in his large stomach as much as he could to watch himself penetrating her. His hands gripped her butt cheeks pulling them apart and pushing them forward to reveal her pussy to him and to see his shaft sliding in and out of her. He was breathing hard but not panting like before, moving at a medium pace, just as entranced by the sight of his cock sliding in and out of the pussy below that round ass as by the feel of her pussy surrounding him and pulling him in.



Charles on the other hand had lost any sense of rhythm. He was jabbing and pushing his dick into her mouth over and over again, holding her mouth closed around him, his head falling back to groan then falling forward to watch her engulf him again. I thought he would orgasm at any moment but kept that jerky thrusting, jabbing his head between her lips again and again then sinking it into her and pulling back with a shudder. He kept pushing into her deeper and deeper, testing her reflexes. I knew being passed out like she was that he could put himself entirely into her mouth and throat without her reacting at all.



Then, at the sound of skin smacking rapidly against skin I looked to Taylor who was suddenly fucking her fast and hard. His hands were gripping her waist tightly, holding her still as he thrust in and out of her, smacking his stomach and hips into her butt again and again. Charles looked up at Taylor pumping hard and pushed his cock into her mouth deep, pressing her nose into his pubic hair and let her shaking head and body suck him, his cock head probably just penetrating her throat.



He fucked her like that, smacking against her again and again, until he started panting and then slowed for a few breaths, sliding his length in and out of her slowly, his arms trembling as he gripped her waist, then started hammering into her again, hunched over her, his head down, sweat dripping from his face onto her back.



“Yeah, do it,” Charles whispered.



Charles was holding her lips shut around his shaft, the entire length of it in her mouth, letting her mouth and throat shake around him. He watched her body shaking and bouncing from Taylor’s body slamming and slapping into her and down at her face, tilted towards him, his own cock pushed into her mouth, his hands holding her lips around him, and began thrusting into her deeper, pressing her face into his pelvis.



Taylor leaned forward and dropped his hands to the mattress, pushing her hips down into the pillow and her face into Charles pelvis. He shoved into her deep and twisted and jabbed his hips, his butt flexing and rolling, his pelvis molded to her round ass, as he pushed into her in short hard thrusts, jabbing and pushing into her. Charles held her head tightly, her neck twisted awkwardly, as he held he face against his groin and squirmed inside of her mouth and throat. The bed squeaked loudly under Taylor’s large heavy body pounding down and into Denise again and again.



I started stroking my hot hard erection, holding it in my clenched fist, and pumping it fast, up and down the length of the shaft, knowing they wouldn’t hear the sound of my masturbation over the loud mattress springs. I could see below Taylor’s clenching ass the barest root of his cock emerging from and slamming into her wet opening as he held himself inside of her deeply, barely pulling out of her, his balls pulled up against his body tightly, and I expected him to come in her right then. I listened to him huffing and grunting, thrusting and straining, and knew he was pushing for orgasm, wanting to jam into her as deep as he could to loosen his semen deep inside of her.



Then, he suddenly stopped and dropped his head, panting for breath. His arms shook as he held himself over her.



“You come in her?” Charles asked, obviously excited.



Taylor just shook his head. Sweat dripped from his face and onto her back.



“I about came in her mouth already,” Charles said.



Charles seemed to have lost any caution he’d had earlier. He was grinning and excited, watching Taylor fuck her, fucking her mouth, completely involved in using her right then. The excitement of the situation and Taylor’s own lack of caution had changed his attitude.



“I’m not going to be able to come like this. I’ve had too much wine,” Taylor said between deep breaths.



He pushed himself up. His raging hard cock slipped out of her, slick and rock hard, straight and hard as a metal bar.



“See if there’s any lube in the nightstand will you?” Taylor asked Charles.



Charles pulled his dick from her mouth and carefully let her head fall back down. He opened the top nightstand drawer and pulled out the tube of lubricant I knew was in there. Denise typically did not get as wet with me as she did when being fucked while passed out, no matter how much foreplay and oral we did. We often had to use the lube. Once she came she’d go dry and if I wasn’t done we’d have to use more of it. I can only assume that awake and conscious she allowed her own head to get in the way of her enjoyment. Passed out there was no thinking, only her body reacting. I found the times we had the best sex and the most wet was when she had some alcohol or early in the morning after waking. I remembered the time I had fucked her in the morning after her sister’s husband had used her the previous night and my body shivered at the memory of just how wet and open she’d been, her pussy still wet from the night before, the moisture a mix of her own juices and his semen.



“She seems pretty damn wet to me,” Charles said as he handed the lube to Taylor.



“Her pussy is,” Taylor said.



I suddenly realized what he wanted the lube for. I stopped stroking myself and watched him, wondering if what he was about to do might be the thing that would wake her. I’d tried it before on her when I’d tested different drugs on her. I’d penetrated her ass with my lubed finger, figuring that at some point some guy might try that on her, and she hadn’t woken, but I hadn’t done much more then some light penetration. We had never had anal sex. It’s something I’d never wanted to do to her. I considered if I should stop him. It might wake her or she might feel she’d been raped in the ass later when she finally did wake.

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