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Inspired in part by EdMiller’s “A Cure for Hypertension”





I knew it was going to be a special day the moment I saw the outfit Mistress had laid out for me. It turned out that it wasn’t just the day, but the entire weekend that I would never forget. As I pulled the latex halter piece over my head, I reflected back on the past six months, and just how I wound up at this moment.



Before I knew her as Mistress, she was Mary; a redheaded firecracker with bright green eyes and skin as pale as the moon. I had offered her help in a grocery store parking lot when I saw her struggling to load large cases of water into her car. Her small, thin frame just wasn’t cutting it. I took a chance and asked if she’d like to get together sometime, and soon we had started dating. She was a real wild one in the bedroom, and liked to take charge. I had never had a woman tell me exactly what to do, but I took to the role rather quickly and enjoyed it.



Early in the relationship Mary expressed concerns to me about her physical appearance, feeling too small and weak to live her life as she truly wanted. She had already begun to talk to some sort of medical specialist who began her on an experimental new drug. I didn’t get very far when I voiced my worry over something unproven. She had made up her mind and was certainly running the relationship. She didn’t mind looking 5 years younger than she was, but she wished to be taller and shapelier.



I must admit I was shocked when I realized just how well the drug was working on Mary. Within three months she had grown a few inches to 5’7″. Her legs were looking long and slender, yet toned, and her chest had filled out from a small B-cup to a very nice and full C. Along with the new looks came greater confidence and control over me. I thought she looked just fine before, but admittedly she had become a vast improvement on herself in just 3 months. This was where it started to get really interesting.



Mary was making good money when I was laid off from my job due to a poor economy. She insisted that I take at least a month or two off before digging in to find a new position. In the meantime, she just wanted me to be her stay-at-home loverboy who she could spoil and fuck whenever she pleased. When I agreed, she told me there was one condition: I had to start a drug regimen of my own, from the same company she had been getting pills from. After seeing the effects of her transformation, I was inclined to follow along. I assumed the outcome would be a more muscled me, possibly with a larger dick. Oh, how I was wrong.



I never actually went and talked to any doctors before starting on the pills. Mary said she’d just pick them up when she got her own, and we could save some time and hassle. I was just supposed to take one a day, and drink plenty of water. I was alarmed when my body hair started falling out, but Mary assured me that was a minimal side effect and nothing to be afraid of. “After all,” she said, “I happen to like you all smooth like that.”



The changes seemed very subtle to me at first, but probably because I was constantly looking for them. When I first had a clue that my changes were going in the opposite direction I had expected, I should have been more concerned. Denial can be a powerful thing. Really, though, after I had thought it through, there was a strong part of me that wanted to see where this was going. Mary constantly praised my looks, and was more than generous in the bedroom, so I felt quite good, despite the unease I sometimes felt while she was away. I wasn’t hanging around with any of my old friends, and now I had no co-workers to spend time with, so Mary was truly my only company. I became completely dependent on her in every way.



I like to think that if I had wanted to put a stop to all of this, I could have at any point. The truth is that I wanted it, because I wanted her to be happy. The sultry sound of her voice was music to my ears. She knew how to touch me in ways that made my heart flutter. Whatever Mary wanted, I would try to please. Mary wanted this, so I wanted it.



My nipples first became tender and a bit swollen just a few weeks in, but hadn’t changed much until the final month. Within just a few days time, my chest grew from nothing to a B-cup with nice, perky nipples. Mary was prepared, and I woke up one morning to a bra and panty set laid out for me. I probably spent longer than I should have adjusting and readjusting the cups over my newfound breasts. When I slid the panties up my hairless legs, I didn’t know what to do with my dick, so I pointed it straight up at my belly button. That was when I truly realized I was going down a road that there was no coming back from. My dick had shrunk at least an inch, because it was fully erect and barely made it to the top of the panties.



My libido had been increasing lately, and I was constantly horny. I would jack myself off until I felt dehydrated and exhausted. My orgasms weren’t as strong lately, but I could get off at least five or six times a day, or until I was shooting blanks. One day, I came at least six times, but never saw a drop of semen. Upon closer inspection (now having to use a mirror to see around my C-cup tits), my scrotum had disappeared altogether, and my dick was only a couple inches when hard. I was getting more pleasure lately out of playing with my tits and tweaking my nipples than I was from touching my dick.



Mary told me that I was to begin calling her Mistress, and she explained how I was to be her sub. She would provide for me, and I should be ready at all times to answer her call. Each morning I would find an outfit laid out for me, and sometimes a new toy. Mistress had begun introducing me to toys of all types, and I had taken a strong liking to anal play. With my dick disappearing, my attention became split between my gorgeous tits and my asshole.



Now, just 6 months after meeting a small redhead in a parking lot, I was completely unrecognizable as the same person. I now stood at 5’4″, with hair just below my shoulders, sporting a healthy set of C-cup breasts and a tight little ass. Mistress showed me how I was to do my make-up, and I spent the first couple hours of each day getting dressed and made up to her standards. I was quite good at walking in tall heels, and my hips were developing a nice sway. My lips were pouty, facial structure softened, voice raised, and all because of a little pill each day.



I finished lacing up the front of the halter piece I had put on, and slid on the knee-high latex boots that matched. They reached almost exactly to the bottom of the latex pant legs, giving me a black seamless look from chest to toe, interrupted with white ribbons at the chest and on the sides of the boots. The pants were crotchless, which made me very excited. However, there was a note that told me I was not allowed to masturbate at all today. I pouted when I read it. The open air on my crotch and ass was quite titillating. My dick had become nothing more than a nub peeking out on an otherwise smooth patch of skin. In all honesty it looked like part of a mannequin to me at times in the mirror. I was a bit disappointed I hadn’t seen any further development of an actual pussy at this point. In the meantime, my ass had gotten plenty of attention from the ever-growing arsenal of toys that we now had.



My sex drive was going crazy by the time Mistress arrived home. I had tried everything I could think of to distract myself all day, but I was so used to getting off multiple times a day that this felt like torture. When Mistress walked through the door, my eyes lit up and my heart raced.



“Honey, I have a very special surprise for you. Have you been a good girl?” She said, with a questioning glance.



“Yes, Mistress!”, I shot back, unable to hide any eagerness.



“Come and stand here” she commanded, and reached into her bag. She produced a couple straps, one of which was somewhat Y-shaped. I wasn’t entirely sure what they were going to be for. Next she produced a black nine-inch dildo and some sort of rubber wedge shaped like a small block of cheese.



The first strap was placed like a belt around my waist and twisted so that there were connections front and back. The Y-shaped piece was attached at the front and hung loose while Mistress place the other two objects. She first applied some lube to the dildo and slid it with relative ease into my asshole. I nearly came from the sensation. Of the dildos I had used in my ass, they always stopped at about six inches in, and this was no exception. Mistress left the final few inches out and commanded that I don’t let it fall out.



Meanwhile, she placed the rubber wedge just below my dick’s head and pulled the strap tight against it to hold it there. I heard a snap as she secured the two pieces, followed by another when she attached the base of the dildo to the strap. I had a sudden jolt of pain when she yanked the strap tight and attached it to the back of the belt. The rubber wedge was grinding hard into my crotch and had nowhere to go.



Next, Mistress reached in her bag and pulled out a bottle of pills that looked just like my daily ones, but with a different color cap. She poured 3 pills into the palm of her hand. Pausing in thought for a second, she then dumped 2 more pills into the pile. Handing me the pills and a bottle of water, she said, “Bottoms up!”



Waiting for the effects of the pills to take hold, effects that I was unsure of, Mistress paraded me around the room to watch me struggle against the hard rubber wedge. Her hands wandered over the smooth latex of my outfit and traced lines across my body. Suddenly I had to stop walking as I was overcome by a wash of energy, starting in my stomach. A devilish grin flashed across Mistress’ face.



My hips began to expand ever so slightly and my ass felt like it was ballooning out. I could feel the edges of the strap slide further into the crack of my ass. The hard, uncomfortable pressure at my groin morphed into a strange feeling that I’m still unsure of how to describe. Grabbing at my crotch, I could actually feel the wedge squeezing into me as the skin around it gave way. I realized that I was finally going to have a pussy of my own!



My excitement at the thought had me running toward an orgasm, but my mind was short circuited when Mistress grabbed the strap at my rear and gave it a solid tug, wrenching it tighter. A jolt of pain mixed with my pleasure as the dildo in my ass sunk another inch further, and the wedge was again uncomfortable against my front. The pain subsided, and the wedge continued it’s ascent.



I was breathing quite heavily by the time the wedge had lodged itself in my crotch, still secured by the strap. I had no idea if the dildo in my ass had even moved any more. My head was spinning with feelings of pain and pleasure from all angles. I grabbed the nearest table to steady myself as my vision blurred momentarily.



“Oh God, baby, that’s so hot. I should have filmed this. I wish you could see yourself right now.” Mistress was obviously enjoying this, but I couldn’t focus long enough to make any eye contact.



Without warning, she unhitched the strap at my back and whipped the two objects clear of me in one swift motion. If I hadn’t had my daily enema, it would have been a disastrous moment. I was suddenly very empty feeling, and still uneasy on my feet. I steadied myself on the table with both hands while Mistress worked quickly to free the objects hanging beneath me.



“Spread those legs, dear, and bend at the hips” She said, grabbing something new from her bag.



This time she connected what looked to me like a buttplug to the front snap, and I couldn’t quite see what was connected to the rear. It was definitely heavier than the previous dildo. It must have been at least as long, too, because she pushed it in first, lubing it like the last. It had the head shaped like a penis, but was otherwise smooth. I guessed it was a bit wider than the 9-incher.



Cinching up the strap, she lubed and aimed the front plug at my new indentation of a pussy. All the while I could feel my insides shifting, apparently making adjustments for my new parts. My hands and feet were beginning to tingle, and I was scared for a moment that I might pass out or fall over. I was shocked back to reality again when Mistress yanked on the strap. I felt something pop at my crotch as the plug drove home, and the dildo in my ass stretched me hard and fast. My eyes nearly bugged out of my skull and I saw stars.



Mistress stayed behind me and placed her palm at the base of the plug. Slowly tracing her hand around my crotch, I again was torn between the pleasure and pain roaring through my body. After a couple minutes, her fingers stopped tracing, and she placed pressure on the plug, further opening my new hole as I gasped. She groaned in response and bucked her hips toward my ass, driving the dildo further still. This created some slack on the strap, where she cinched it tight once more.



She must have sensed that I was on the verge of collapsing, because she draped my arm around her shoulder and began leading me to the bedroom. With each weak-kneed, short step, I was racked with sensations. I fell face first onto the fluffy down comforter, and was content to lie there unmoving. Mistress grabbed my shoulder and turned my body first on its side. I had no energy to help with the movement. I was surprised again when she kept turning me, so that I would be face up on the bed. Once my ass turned over, I was at the mercy of the dildo still protruding a few inches from my ass. Instead of a hard shove this time, I was subjected to a slow and steady pressure while my own body weight slid my lubed ass down around the monster. My insides shifted again to make room.



I found out later that was a twelve inch beast about 3 inches wide. I didn’t think I was capable of taking anything so large, but Mistress would go on to explain later how my body was more malleable to change during this drug’s period, so she was taking advantage and training my body for taking large cocks and dildos.



Still shifting me around on the bed, Mistress rotated me so that my head hung upside down over the edge of the bed. Already light-headed, I closed my eyes to keep the world from spinning. Something was placed at my mouth as I was still trying to catch my breath. Mistress had attached the 9-inch dildo to a strap-on harness and was going to shove it down my throat.



She grabbed one of my breasts in each hand and used them for leverage as she slid the thick cock into my face. I had to concentrate as hard as I could to breathe through my nose and not lose consciousness. She really knew exactly where my limits were, because she would pull out just in time for me to get a full gasp of air. I hadn’t really tried to deepthroat anything before, and I actually felt a sense of pride at being able to take it without gagging. Again, this was attributed to the effects of the drugs, helping mold my body into the perfect sex doll.



My eyes were filled with tears as my throat was assaulted faster, harder, and deeper. Mistress groaned loudly and dug her hands into the latex over my tits. I could feel a warmth beginning to grow within them now.



Finally pulling the dildo away from my face, she unsnapped it and dropped it on the bed next to me. Sliding my head onto the bed again, she unstrapped the crotch piece from the front this time. The monster dildo remained embedded in my ass, but she pulled the plug from my newly formed pussy.



Mistress suddenly seemed a bit emotional. “It’s so beautiful, baby. I love you so much for doing this for me.”



My pussy felt very cold and exposed against the open air, but it didn’t take long for Mistress to dive her tongue into the folds. Moaning and ravenously eating me out, she slid a hand up and grabbed the 9-inch dildo once more. Keeping her lips locked around my clit that was once a penis, she eased the dildo into my pussy. I felt so tight and full between the two cocks that I thought I might split in two.



Ever so slowly, she began working the dildo in and out, adding some pressure over time to push it further and further in. The warmth in my body was taking over the pain sensations at this point, and my hands instinctively went to my chest. A pressure built very quickly within my tits and I could feel them starting to expand in my hands. Fumbling at the ribbon laced up the front of the top, I couldn’t get it loosened before my tits ran out of room.



A pained moan escaped my throat as titflesh billowed over the top of the latex and forced itself through the holes of the ribbon. Mistress thrust the dildo deep into my pussy and reached up to help me. Once free from the top, my boobs grew to the size of volleyballs, capped with inch long erect nipples.



Grabbing a nipple in each hand, I had the single greatest orgasm of my entire life. Here I was, impaled on two large dildos, gigantic tits, and I suddenly had a flash of thought that I was a guy just 3 months ago. In that moment time stood still, and I was slammed with another wave of the most intense feelings imaginable, knowing that this is what I truly wanted. The world faded away, and I was alone with my body in a sea of pleasure.



When I awoke, I was under the comforter and Mistress was bringing me food on a tray.



“You’ve been out for a while, sweetie. That was one hell of an orgasm you had.” Setting down the tray, she brushed my hair from my face and gave my forehead a light kiss. “In fact, it was so good, I was thinking about taking some of those pills tomorrow so I can be as amazingly sexy as you are now!” She traced a hand down my new figure with a look of lust and envy in her eyes.



“What do you say? Then we can try ourselves out for a while with whatever we can dream up.” A flicker of devilishness glowed in her eyes as she began thinking of the possibilities.



I replied, “Why wait till tomorrow? What’s wrong with right now?”

She hit the red button on her stopwatch and slowed to a trot, noting with pride that she had cut her time down by a good ten seconds this morning. Approaching the front door, she wiped sweat from her face and keyed in the security code. Once inside, she flicked on the main lights on the way into the kitchen, where she turned on the oven and hot water before going into the stockroom. Overheating now that she was out of the wind, she rushed to change into her work clothes. She impatiently kicked off her trainers and pulled her jeans and work shirt down off a shelf. As she was peeling her spandex running shorts away from her sweaty thighs, she thought she heard a noise from the main room. Pausing to listen for moment, she heard nothing further and continued undressing, yanking her sports bra over her head when she heard the unmistakable sound of the kitchen door opening. She froze, puzzled, in her underwear, with her arms over her head, still wrapped in the bra.



“Hello?” she called out, unsure who else could be here so early.



“G’morning” a male voice replied cheerfully, and startlingly close at hand. “Who’s that?”



Feeling panicky, she stuttered, “Um, its just me, but um…” To her horror, the stock room door swung inwards, to frame a familiar tall and slender figure.



“Ken. Erm. You’re kind of, uh, early.” She tried to lower her arms to cover herself, but only became tangled in her own bra as it caught around her forearms.



He gawped at her for a moment, clearly shocked to see her standing there sweaty and semi-nude. His eyes slithered from her reddening face to her bare breasts and toned stomach, down to her boy-short style underwear, and the spandex running shorts still crumpled at her feet. A smile quirked the corners of his mouth and she suddenly found herself wishing she had not been quite so flirtatious with him on previous occasions.



“Did you run to work?” he asked nonchalantly, as his gaze came back up to rest on her tits, still slick and glistening. She became painfully aware of the fact that her nipples were rock-hard.



“Um. Do you mind?”.



“No, I don’t, in fact…” He laughed and took a step into the small stockroom, towards her. She began frantically trying to disentangle herself from the sports bra.



“Let me help you with that.” he said softly, as he took another step forward and grabbed the bra in his right hand, twisting it quickly so that it wrapped around her wrists, drawing them together. One final step closer and he was standing directly in front of her, holding her arms above her head. Rage erupted in her.



“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” Bringing her leg up quickly, she kicked at the side of his knee. He sidestepped smartly, and shoved her backwards into the wall. Keeping her arms pinned up with the one hand, he brought his left hand to her face, taking her jaw in his hand. He leaned down to bring his face close to hers.



“Relax. This is going to be fun.” He leered at her, giving her another look up and down. She’d never seen the way he had watched her at work, especially when she bent over, her pert ass held high and straining against the seat of her jeans. They had flirted occasionally during shifts, but he never imagined he would get a chance at her.



“Fuck you.” she snarled, realizing what he had in mind. He laughed again, tightening his grip on her jaw.



“There’s no one about to hear you, so scream all you want.”



He reached down to pick her running shorts up off the floor while maintaining a firm grip on her wrists. Working quickly, he spun her around and used the shorts to tie her arms securely together behind her back. She struggled, but despite his slender build, he was at least a head taller than her and considerably strong. After a few playful slaps on her ass, he yanked her underwear down around her ankles. He made a small grunt of appreciation at the sight of her bare ass before turning her back around so that she was facing him. His eyes flicked down to her crotch.



“Very nice, I see you’ve shaved for me.”



She glared at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. With her arms immobilized behind her, she was forced to arch her back in order to maintain her balance. He began running his hands over her torso, groping her small, high breasts, squeezing her nipples, stroking her waist and outer thighs.



“Hmmmmmm. I didn’t realize you had such a tight body. I would have tried harder to get into your pants before.”



She continued to glare at him, even as he moved in closer to her, pressing his body against her. She could feel his erection pressing into her belly through his clothing. He ran his hands through her short hair, letting his long fingers trail over her throat before wrapping his them around her neck in a strong grip. Leaning down, he murmured into her ear, “That little pussy is mine now and I’m gonna fuck you ’till you cry.” Despite herself, she shivered.



His grip tightened on her throat as his other hand slid down her waist, grazing her hip as it sought the warm space between her thighs. Rubbing his fingers on her outer lips, he began biting at her earlobe. She was already starting to feel light headed from the restricted blood supply to her brain. Pinching at her swelling labia, he released her throat only to grab at her hair, yanking her head back and pushed her downwards, causing her to fall onto her knees. With her wrists bound behind her, she would have fallen forward but for his body in front of her.



He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down to fall around his ankles. His cock was already pressing against the front of his boxers, making a small wet spot of precum. She looked up just as he took it out, her horror stricken face exciting him further. He saw her try to suppress her reaction as she looked along the impressive length and width of his cock.



“Yeah, that’s all gonna go in you.” She turned away, not wanting him to see her shame or fear.



“Look at me.”



She continued to look down, so he reached for her, turning her face towards him against her will. Still, she kept her eyes down, not meeting his gaze.



“I said fucking look at me!”



He struck her, open-handed across the jaw, in one quick, sudden motion. She could taste blood but defiantly continued to avoid his stare. Grabbing her face harshly, he let his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her cheek as he bent over her so that when he spoke she felt his breath hot on her face.



“Don’t make me tell you again. Look at me.”



She looked up into his dark blue-grey eyes and he smiled wickedly. “Good girl. Now why don’t you open your mouth and suck on my cock?” Knowing it was pointless to refuse at this point, she reluctantly parted her lips as he stood back up and pushed his huge member past her lips, into her mouth. Holding the back of her head in place, he started thrusting against her throat making her gag almost immediately. He chuckled to himself as he gave her a moment to recover before resuming roughly fucking her face. Most women had a difficult time deep-throating his uncommonly large shaft, even in voluntary circumstances. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as he forced himself deeper, and saliva ran down her chin. Finally, he withdrew, leaving a long string of thick spit between her mouth and the head. He used his fingers to break the string and wipe the spit off her face, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her upright, using the hand on her face to press her back against the wall. Her legs shook as he let go of her hair and licked his index and middle finger lasciviously. Stroking the inside of her thigh with incongruent delicacy, he brought his face level with hers, clutching her face even tighter.



“Let me see your beautiful brown eyes.” As he whispered the words, he forced two fingers up into her pussy without warning. Unprepared for the violation, she shuddered and flinched away from him involuntarily. Using the two fingers inside of her, he pulled her back towards him with a sudden jerk. She felt an unpleasant tearing sensation at the opening of her vagina, and whimpered quietly. Slowly, she dragged her gaze up to meet his, her eyes sharp with anger and pain.



“Mmmmm, that’s nice and tight,” he purred, looking into her eyes. Pink splotches had blossomed where his fingertips had dug into her jaw.



“Keep looking at me.” He stared at her intently as he worked his fingers even deeper into her cunt, until his knuckles were pressed against the entrance. His free hand traced the curve of her neck, the hollow of her throat, and trailed down to her breasts. He pulled each nipple harshly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the flesh until it hardened under his touch. His hand continued down to her belly, nails caressing the line of hard muscles there, before moving towards her hips. While his left hand worked at her pussy, his right groped at her thighs, feeling the soft flesh overlying muscle, then reaching around to squeeze her sizeable bottom.



He was crouched down now in front of her, focused on the sensation of her ass cheeks under his hand, and pushing in and out of her tight hole with his fingers. He noticed she was becoming wet now, and wondered if she was starting to enjoy his attentions after all. Standing up again, he withdrew his fingers from her with an audible squelch, and brought his hand up in front of her face.



“Look what a little slut you are.” He moved his fingers apart to demonstrate the glistening strings of moisture that drew out between them.



“I think you liked it.” he declared, grinning wickedly, while bringing his fingers up to her mouth.



“Clean me off.” She turned her head away from him. His smile faded as he grabbed her hair with the other hand and delivered a sharp smack to the side of her face with his still-wet hand. A smudge of pussy juice smeared on her face where he had hit her.



This time, when he put his fingers to her mouth, she complied, opening her mouth and sucking on his fingers even as he pushed them down towards her throat, making her gag again. He began feeding her more fingers, until she was sucking on all four fingers, her mouth stretched wide to accommodate his large hand. He stroked the side of her face with his thumb as she sucked at his fingers. His cock was getting even harder, feeling the wet suction of her tongue against his flesh. Withdrawing his saliva soaked hand from her mouth, he patted her on the face, smearing her with her own spit. She gave him a look of disgust, and his cock twitched eagerly in response.



Crouching down again, he began to push the sloppy quartet of fingers into her. Despite her small frame, she was able to resist him somewhat, the strong inner muscles pressing together to exclude his hand. He had to start back with the first two fingers to get her tiny pussy opened up again before cramming the third finger in. Once he was sliding those three in and out of her relative ease, he began working his pinky in. Judging by her restrained grunts, she was not having an easy time taking all four fingers.



Looking up at her pain stricken face, he smiled and said “Don’t cry baby, you haven’t even gotten my dick yet.”



He alternated between watching her face contort in agony and looking at the way her pussy pulled back taut across his fingers each time he slowly withdrew them from her snatch. When his four fingers were all the way inside of her, he would pause to rub circles on her clit with his thumb, enjoying her futile attempts to move away from his touch. Despite her obvious pain, she was soaking his hand with her fluids. Meanwhile, his cock was aching, needing to be inside her tight hole. Watching her lithe, lean body writhing on his hand, he knew he was going to have to take it easy or he would come all too quickly once he had her around his shaft. He began to stroke himself in anticipation, and therefore was caught completely unaware when she kneed him in the face.



His hands flew up to his nose automatically, and he felt his own hot blood spurt across his palms. Pain and anger erupted in a starry flash behind his eyes. In that brief moment she bolted for the door. Running was awkward with her hands tied behind her back, but she knew she would have only one chance to make a break for it. She didn’t look back but heard him swear in agony and rage somewhere behind her. It was only when she reached the front door that she realized she would have to turn around in an awkward manoeuvre in order to open the inwardly opening door.



Just as this was dawning on her, she felt his weight crash into her from behind. Without her hands to steady herself, she lost her balance, and collapsed face down onto the floor with him on top of her. He grabbed her hair and pulled back hard, forcing her back into a painful arch. Bringing his arm around her throat so that the inside of his elbow held her neck, he began to squeeze, and she felt both her blood and air supply diminish.



“Your cunt is mine now, I’m going to ruin you, going to leave you a tattered, shredded piece of meat that even dogs wouldn’t touch. And after I destroy your little pussy, I’m gonna fuck your asshole inside out.” he growled into her ear.



Her consciousness began to ebb. Suddenly, he released his hold on her and she gasped for breath, nearly choking in her attempt to breathe. Still on top of her, he yanked his boxers down and she felt his cock probing for an opening between her legs. Her still-wet snatch deflected his first few thrusts until he became frustrated. Letting go of her hair, he spread the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but despite her strength, he pulled her hips upward until her pussy was exposed. With no preamble, he rammed his cock into her. She was even tighter than he had expected, especially considering all the fingering he had done. He had to rock back and forth to squeeze the very last inch or so of his cock into her hot, slick hole.



Her suppressed whimpers of agony pleased him, but he wanted to hear her cry out in earnest.



“Is that big enough for you darling?”



She went even quieter, not a single sniffle or whimper escaping.



“I’ll take that as a yes.”



He grabbed her by the hips and dragged her up onto her knees, then pulled on her wrists where they where tied together. Yanking back her arms, he positioned her on his dick so that she was pressed all the way down onto it by her own weight. As he began plowing roughly into her, he jerked her arms towards him with each upward thrust of his hips, so that she was forced onto his shaft even as he drove up into her.



She immediately began to cry out, short, sharp, wordless barks of pain. He pulled at her ass cheeks with his spare hand, to watch his cock spearing her viciously, and was pleased to see a faint smear of red along the broad shaft. He pushed her body forward, releasing her arms and pressing her face down into the floor. Holding her ass apart to better look, he slowly withdrew his cock, watching the way her flesh clung tightly to it. Her pussy was stretched to capacity, taut skin dragging back with each outward stroke, and caving in as he thrust back in. When only the head of his penis was still inside her, he probed at the opening with his fingers until he found a small tear. Slipping his first finger in her against the tear, he pulled at the fragile skin until she whimpered against the tiles.



“I told you I was going to ruin you.” he said with a tone of satisfaction. He began rubbing the broken skin with the head of his cock, pressing roughly against it.



“Does that hurt?” Not waiting for a response, he continued, “’cause that’s where I ripped you apart.”



She tried to scoot away from him, but he grabbed her hips and plunged all the way back into her swollen hole. He used one hand to press down on her back, and the other to pull her hips up at a stimulating angle as he tore into her over and over.



Watching her plump, round ass bouncing against his hips gave him an idea. Her pink little asshole was already exposed to him, seeming to beg for his attention between those sweetly rippling mounds of flesh. Pausing to spit into her crack, he resumed abusing her pussy as he began to rub the saliva into her asshole with his broad thumb. Circling her puckered asshole, he started to apply slight pressure.



“No, no, no… please…” Her voice wavered as she cried out.



He stopped with his cock pressed against her cervix and leaned across her back to whisper into her ear.



“I told you I was going to ruin every hole and I meant it.”



Still leaning over her, he began to grind his hips in a circular motion, churning his cock inside her in a new way. So close to her, he could hear the small noises she made in her throat, a raw whining of agony.



“That’s my fuck hole now, my tight little pussy. Well, not so tight anymore.” He laughed softly in her ear, sending goosebumps down her neck and side.



He pressed harder with his thumb against her sphincter, making tighter and tighter circles. She began struggling in earnest now, but it only seemed to incense him further. She didn’t realize that in her fear, she was squeezing down ever tighter around his cock,



He sat back up and slid his thumb straight into her asshole, making her groan low. Pushing in to the first knuckle, he could feel his cock on the other side of the thin membrane of flesh separating her vaginal canal and asshole. He began popping his thumb in and out of her ass, loving the way the little pucker would stay open for a split second, before closing tightly again. Each time he stuffed his thumb in a little deeper. She was definitely beginning to sob now, small animal noises against the floor. His cock throbbed at the little shudders that ran through her body as he buried his thumb all the way inside her. He used his thumb to pull her hips higher in the air. She squealed in protest as he worked her pussy even more violently. Her slit squeezed down on him as he pushed her down into the floor with his free hand. Her delicate breasts were squashed against the tiles, her ribcage heaving with her stifled crying.



He began rocking his thumb into increasingly large circles, trying to stretch her asshole out. Removing his thumb, he spat into her crack again before starting to work two fingers into her. As he tore into her reddened cunt, he pumped his fingers in and out of her ass, watching the gape widen each time. Despite her whimpering, she was coating his dick in a layer of slickness, allowing him to continue to ravage her despite the incompatibility in size. Finally, he withdrew his dick, enjoying the way the flesh at the opening clung to his dick as he pulled out. Her vagina was red and the lips were swollen. Unable to resist, he slapped the engorged labia until she screamed.



Still two fingers deep in her ass, he leaned over to whisper into her ear.



“Ready to get your ass plowed?”



She shook her head and moaned against the floor. He didn’t say anything, but merely began working a third finger into her straining sphincter. With his other hand, he found her mouth, and probed it with his fingers until she began obediently sucking on them.



With both hands warm and wet inside two of her holes, his cock became impatient. As he pulled his fingers out her asshole, he pressed the thick head of his phallus to the open hole. Her rosebud tried to close, but found his cock was in the way. He felt her try to scream against his fingers, and he responded by clamping them firmly over her mouth. He guided his dick into her asshole, getting only the first few inches in at first. He made small strokes in and out, again revelling in the way her tight hole wrapped around his huge dick. With each thrust inward he pushed deeper, ignoring her increasingly pathetic screams behind his hand. His immense cock was only about three quarters of the way buried in her, and he could see the tears running down her face.

Scooter grabbed her hand and pulled Cat to her feet. Her sleepy eyes, barely open, questioned.



“C’mon, love, let’s go for a walk.”



Cat perked up as he put his arm around her waist to pull her close. She gazed up into his glistening eyes. Scooter languidly kissed her delicious lips, before setting a slow pace for their walk. The ocean breeze teased her nipples and bottom. So did his fingers. His caresses and the proximity of his muscled body warmed her from the tip of her head to the soles of her feet. They walked together quietly, enjoying the moonlight, the sand, the gentle waves breaking far away. Occasionally, Scooter paused to kiss her neck, caress her soft shoulder, whisper nothings in her ear. Cat purred with contentment.



They finally reached the destination Scooter had in mind all along. The jetty. He gently pushed her down to sit on the cool rocks. Kissing her, he kneeled in the sand before her. His lips touched her thigh, her calf, he licked behind her knee.



“mmm… salty woman, my favorite.”



His hands reached up to touch the soft skin under her breast. He kissed her soft belly, cupped her bottom, caressed her thigh. He nibbled her nipple, stroked her back, worshipped her. Cat’s hand reached out for his already hard cock, lightly touching it with her fingers. Their sighs blended into the night air.



Scooter rose to his feet, towering above her, and pulled Cat to her feet as well. Her hands still on his cock, she urged him forward, needing him close. Scooter savored the nectar of her kiss, while searching for other nectar. His fingers gently touched the outer lips of her cunt, wet and sensitive. Cat groaned, her other hand toyed with his taut cheek.



Scooter ordered, “Turn around.”



His cock pressed hard between her cheeks. Cat’s cunt pulsed as juices escaped down her thigh. He grabbed at her breasts, roughly kneading them, crushing nipples.



Cat begged, “Take me… please.”



In answer, Scooter bent her over the jetty, forcing her hands to find a hold on the slick rocks. His cock teased at her crack, then slid lower to the wet heat waiting for him. He touched her lips with the smooth head of his staff, teasing her with small movements. Cat thrust her ass higher in the air, needing him. He pushed in just a little bit and then stopped again. Her bottom wiggled provocatively. He kept so still, controlling. Then a little bit more. Her cunt expanded to take what he gave, pulsing around him. He needed her to take all. She wanted. Waiting. He edged another inch, another inch, slowly filling her hotness with the hardness that was just for her. With one last push, he thrust his cock deep inside her, filling, touching. Her sigh broke the silence of the night.



His hands held her hips in place as slowly stroked, feeling every quiver of her steamy valley. Cat’s sighs unconsciously escaped as she held herself still. Then he rode her hard, then stopped altogether.



Cat begged, “Please. Don’t stop. I need you.”



He thrust deep while smacking her perky fanny… hard. The burning of his hand print cooled by the sea breeze, Cat’s cunt pulsed again and again. She was so desperate for him to pound her, but knew not to beg again. Scooter slid his hard cock into her hot honey slowly, maddeningly slowly. He reached around to stroke her clit. Cat gasped.



Scooter whispered, “You like that, don’t you?”



Scooter’s finger stroked faster and faster, his thrusts still maddeningly slow. Cat, unable to hold still, pressed her pelvis closer to his finger. Her breath ceased for a brief eon, letting him know in the many familiar ways that her explosion neared. He shoved his cock deep as she lost her tenuous hold on reality. As her walls throbbed around his cock, he held fast- not ready to let go yet. Scooter took his now dripping wet finger and gently caressed her rosebud.



“Oh god, yes,” she groaned.



He teased the hole oh so gently with his finger as she purred. Scooter slowly slid his cock out of her pulsing cunt, rubbing it against the entrance. His cock was so wet with her honey. Cat held still, wanting. Scooter pushed the head in just a little bit. Cat’s breath let out, as she relaxed to let him in, wanting his shaft to plunder her bottom. Scooter knew he had to go so slowly, he was a stroke away from losing control, he wasn’t ready for that yet. He also knew he needed to be gentle. What he didn’t know was that Cat was beyond ready. She was desperate for more. She wanted more fullness, wanted his cock to fill her ass. Scooter entered her hot, tight hole, each millimeter more enticing, more enrapturing, more energizing. Finally he gave her all. Cat started breathing again, a little. Her breath escaped in a sigh that Scooter interpreted correctly as intensely pleasured impatience.



Scooter admonished, “Be patient, Cat. I can’t, I won’t hurt you.”



Cat whimpered, “Fuck me now.”



Scooter’s control snapped as he stroked out and pounded her, punishing her for her impatience. Her maddening moans fueled the blazing fire. He slid his hard, throbbing cock in and out of her bum, driving them both to frenzy.



“Cat. I ….”



“YES. Now,” she begged.



Scooter’s ram plunged and at last, his face contorted in ecstasy that only the moon could see, he filled her bum with a hot load of cum. Cat screamed as he came, the pleasure of his orgasm filled her with so much more than liquid.



Totally spent, Scooter sat down in the sand against the jetty and gently pulled Cat down onto his lap. Her head naturally tucked onto his shoulder. The tide slowly came in washing away the evidence of their lovemaking. They stared into the distance, moonlight dancing on the water, arms wrapped tightly around each other.



Inexplicably, their heartbeats began to quicken at the same instant. Scooter caressed Cat’s bare shoulder, warming it again. She sighed, turned to caress his chest. She loved the heat that emanated from his bronzed body. Her fingers tingled as she touched.



“Cat…”



“hmmmm?” she murmured, turning her face towards his.



Scooter took her lips, what he wanted. He nibbled her lower lip. She opened to enjoy his gentle prodding as their tongues entwined, like playful dolphins, darting side by side.



Cat sighed, “I love your kisses. I need your kisses.”



Scooter held her face in his hands, “I need you, Cat.”



The words swirled in her ears, wrapped around her heart, expressed what she felt down to her toes. This man, this place, this night forever embedded in her soul.



She turned on his lap, straddling him. Scooter took a hard pink nipple into his mouth, sucked, then gently bit. Cat’s sigh encouraged him to bite harder. She held hard to his shoulders. He massaged her other breast as she edged her pussy closer to his hardening cock. The wetness of her lips rubbed against him, teasing him to full attention. He couldn’t get enough of her. She couldn’t either. She felt naked without his body close to her. Preferably in her. Just thinking about him made her cunt drip. Ready and aching. She wiggled her cunt closer to his cock and claimed it. She slowly impaled herself on his hardness. Slowly. Her wet heat claiming him, telling him that she needed him too. Her sensitive passage nearly frantic with wanting all of him buried deeply inside her- touching parts that no one else could satisfy.



Scooter kissed her beautiful mouth, hearing all the words she didn’t say. The words he meant too. He stayed so still, his bum implanted in the sand, his back against the jetty, and let her ride him. Let her set the pace. Let her claim him. Let her ride slow, then fast, then slow. Let her wiggle. Let her kiss him when she wanted. Let her thrust her glorious tits in his face when she needed. Let her take all the time she needed. Let her take him. Until neither of them to take any more. Then he helped her ride as they both exploded in the ultimate ecstasy. Pounding, mind shattering ecstasy that left them spent.



The pinkness of morning surprised them. They ran to their blanket, threw on their clothes, and curled up together. Hearts beating as one until both fell asleep.

I watched Dean out the corner of my eye as I collected the secure waste from the bins. As the copier finished Dean collected the papers and put them in a vanilla envelope, putting the originals back in a folder.



I left the room, rushed downstairs and turned the shredder on. This was my last job of the day. Every evening I picked up the secure waste and shredded it. Just one of the many menial tasks I performed. I had a long day starting at eight in the morning and finishing around six in the evening. Delivering the internal post, making coffee, doing the sandwich trolley twice a day and shredding the waste, plus of course anything else that I was asked. Office Assistant they called it. I called it general dogs body. The money wasn’t that good but it was a job and not particularly hard. After my past I couldn’t really complain.



I finished the shredding and locked up. Signed out at security and waited outside for my lift to arrive. Dave turned up almost immediately. I got in the car and we waited. Not long after Dean came out, got into his car and drove off. We followed him discretely. We knew where he was going as we had done this several times before. Once a month in fact for the last 6 months.



As usual Dean met up with his twin brother Donald, as they were not identical it was fairly easy to tell the two apart. Dean pulled up alongside Donald’s car and handed the envelope through the window. Donald handed Dean an envelope in return, bulkier than Deans. That envelope we knew was filled with cash. They chatted for a couple of minutes and then with a final joke went their separate ways. Throughout the exchange I had been clicking away with my digital camera. I had reams of pictures of these transactions between the brothers all digitally dated.



Dave and I had been planning this for sometime. The four of us had all gone to the same school, even been in the same class. That’s where any similarity ended however as the twins had married well and been introduced to there jobs by there new in-laws. The twins had married twin sisters from a middle class very Catholic family. Church every Sunday and all that stuff which made Dave and I laugh as we knew that the boys had almost as bad a background as we had. Only difference was they didn’t get caught. Nothing serious, just boys being boys really but the girls involved were a world apart from the twins they had married.



Dean was well up in the business but was having to work his way up the ladder. He had given me a job out of sympathy more than any old friends loyalty. He turned Dave down flat when another vacancy turned up. This whole thing had started one evening as I was doing the security waste. I had seen Dean copying some papers. When I commented on the fact that the file was a security file he turned quite nasty.



“If you want to keep your job you will keep your nose out of other peoples business.”



I didn’t need telling twice, but after that I kept a close eye on him. That night I told Dave what I had seen “That’s strange, maybe we should keep an eye on him. Let me know if it happens again and we can find out what he does with the stuff.”



I kept an eye on him but nothing happened for weeks. Then I caught him again. This time I just ignored him. I called Dave and told him to be outside the office ready to give me a lift when I came out. I kept an eye on Dean from a distance. As everyone else had gone most of the office lights were out so I hid in one of the cubicles and watched hoping my breathing wasn’t as loud as it sounded to me.



Once he had finished Dean put the envelope into his briefcase and then locked the original in a filing cabinet. I knew he would go to his own office before leaving so as soon as he was out of site. I signed out at security and rushed down to the underground car park that served the office block. I hid behind a pillar until I saw him heading for his car and then I jumped over the wall. Running to the road I called Dave on my mobile and waited for him to turn up.



He took so long we almost missed Dean as he left but luckily he got caught at the traffic lights. That was six months ago and we had followed him every month since. Always on the same day of the month. Once the copier ran out of paper so while he went to get some from the stationary cupboard I took a quick look at what it was he was copying. It was the monthly financial report, all gobbledee gook to me but the heading was plain enough. ‘Financial Report. April 2006′ and below that in red was ‘Security Level 5 and Above Only.”



Now that Dave and I decided to act on the information we had we couldn’t make our minds up what to do with it. We could demand money, or even promotion for me and a job for Dave but it all seemed small to what they were doing. We knew they were selling the information to a rival company because that’s where Donald worked. It was decided after the twin weddings it would look bad if they both got jobs together because of the marriage so an old friend of ‘daddy’ gave Donald a job. The friend had subsequently died and his son was brought back from the USA to run the business. He of course knew nothing of the brothers so just treated Donald like any other employee.



Deans company was well known in the area for it’s fundraising for local charities. Every May they held a ball. All the local dignitaries were invited and the employees were allowed to buy tickets so they could mix with the hoy palloy, the local rich and famous. I got tickets for myself and Dave and it was at this event that we suddenly decided what we were going to do with our information.



Dean attended with his wife of course and as he walked in Dave and I stared goggle eyed. She was stunning, really gorgeous, great figure and about ten years younger than Dean, and us come to that. Long blond hair and legs that reached the sky. She mixed with the dignitaries like she knew them personally, which in a lot of cases she did.



Dave and I worked our way over to Dean and I said “Hi Dean going to introduce us to your wife.”



Well the look she gave us could have killed an elephant and before he could reply she said, “I don’t think so.” She took his elbow and lead him away. He didn’t even look back.



“Snotty bitch.” I said



“Fucking right.” Dave agreed “Mind you I wouldn’t say no to a night in bed with it would you?”



And that’s how it started. We made jokes about her all night, what she would be like, how we would make her beg for more and how she would just keep begging us to fuck her brains out. All the usual stuff guys say when they talk about a horny looking woman they know they will never get.



The following day while we discussed the night out we got back on the subject. I don’t know which one of us suggested it but before long we were making plans on how to get her knickers off. The first thing we had to sort out was how we were going to approach Dean. We had enough stuff to put him away for years and the effect it would have on the credibility of his in-laws would be devastating so in a way we had them both. But we needed to get them together somehow and not in a public place In the end it was just luck that gave us the opportunity that we needed.



Dave and I were out having our usual Friday night on the town when we were walking down the high street and who should come out of the posh restaurant across the road but Dean and his wife. The owner showing them to a limousine that was waiting for them.



“It was so nice to see you both again. We do look forward to your anniversary each year and thank you for your continued custom.” he said as he opened the door of the vehicle for Deans wife to get in. Dean crossed his palm as you would expect after posh nosh and then the car pulled away.



“Come on.” I said grabbing Dave’s arm. Not sure what I was up to he followed me back to our car. We knew where they lived so I headed in that direction. “If they are headed home this could be our opportunity.”



“Shit! I never even thought of it.” Dave said



Limo’s don’t go too fast up country lanes so we soon caught them up. While they went into the house and switched on some lights I grabbed some photos from the bag in the back of the car. We headed for the door set in this ancient stone building and I knocked as assertively as I could. A moment later Dean appeared.



He was not pleased to see us. “What do you want? Do you know what time it is?”



“Yes Dean we do but we have something to show you that we think is important.”



“Well if it’s work show me on Monday. I’m busy.” and with that he closed the door.



“Not quite as planned.” I said angrily and knocked again, this time louder and much harder.



The door flew open, “What!” I had taken out one of the eight by ten photo’s of Dean and his brother and just held it at eye level. As soon as he saw it he grabbed it and said “What the hell is this?”



“I think you know what it is. Maybe we should discuss it inside.” I said confidently. The blood had drained from his face and involuntarily he stepped aside. Dave and I brushed passed him and waited for him to shut the door. He was still staring at the photo.



“Just give me a minute. I will tell my wife I have some business to attend to.” Dean said and walked off. He didn’t realise we followed. As he stepped into the large lounge his wife turned around. “I just have something to sort out dear a I wont be long.



“That’s ok it concerns your wife as well.” I said and just walked over to her and held out my hand. “Hi I’m Mike.”



She looked bewildered and a little disgusted at the way I had just brushed passed Dean and introduced myself. “Err, Cathy.” she said barely able to bring herself to even touch my hand let alone shake it. Dave had followed me in but stayed by the door. I assume to stop Dean from leaving. I took in this beautiful woman with eyes that hid nothing of the lust I was now feeling. Dressed in a low cut cocktail dress that did little to hide her ample cleavage she squirmed under my gaze.



“I suggest you go and sit with your lovely wife.” Dave said. Still lost for something to say Dean complied. He was never the confident type at school, always following never the followed.



“So Deany boy. Been a bad boy eh.” I said



“I don’t know what you mean.” he replied without very much conviction.



“What is this? What are you talking about? Dean, send them away.” Cathy said.



“I don’t think so Cathy. You don’t mind if I call you Cathy do you?” I said and added before she could reply, “Good.”



“I don’t know what you think you have there but it’s not what you think.”



“What we have Deany boy is you selling secrets to a rival company. To your brother in fact.”



“Dean?” Cathy said still bemused



“No you fool what you have is part of a security test. Nothing more. An exercise to see how good our security is.”



“Well security sucks because you’ve been doing this for at least six months and probably a lot longer.”



“Wha….” Dean gasped, “You mean….?”



“Yes Deany boy, we have been keeping tabs on you and your brother for ages. We have hundreds of photos. Times and dates the whole lot. Even Donald giving you money.”



“Oh my god.” Dean looked shocked



“What is this? Dean, what is going on?” Cathy was totally confused.



“Your husband has been selling secrets to his brother. I am sure you know Donald works for a rival company. Dean has been selling him the monthly financial report for ages. I am sure your aware that he could go to prison for a very long time as well as face a lawsuit for any financial loss to the company. Not to mention the stigma it could attach to your family as well Cathy. All those hoy palloy finding out that your husband is a thief, an industrial spy.”



“Dean? Please say it isn’t true and throw them out.” Cathy said quietly “Please.”



When he didn’t reply she cried “Oh my god what have you done? Why?”



“It would seem that Deany boy here has got a gambling habit. He owes, some not very nice people, quite a lot of money.” I answered for him as he just sat with his head bowed.



“Dean!” Cathy shouted, “Tell me it isn’t true. Say something for Gods sake”



Her raised voice shook him from his daze. “I’m afraid what he says is true Cathy. Donald and I had the idea so that I could get the money and he could curry favour with his new boss. It has been going on for over a year. But I don’t owe any money, I managed to pay it off.”



I turned to Dave who till now had said nothing, just stood next to me. “Get that Dave?”



Dave pulled his phone to his ear and after a couple of clicks the last bit of conversation reverberated round the room. With a smile he said, “Wonderful things mobile phones, and it’s on video by the way.”



Cathy started to sob. Mumbling “Stupid stupid man.” over and over.



Dean took a deep breath. “How much do you want?”



“Oh we don’t want money, we could have got that months ago. No we want something else, something special.” I said



“Whatever it is Dean you give it to them. This will break daddies heart and poor mummy.” another sob left her mouth.



“Pull yourself together Cathy don’t let these morons get to you. Remember who you are.” Dean said. It must have hit a note as she took a deep breath and seemed to pull herself together. “Now! What is it you want?” Dean asked.



In unison Dave and I looked at Cathy. “Well it may go someway to keeping us happy if Cathy was to take that dress off.” I said



Cathy was stunned, her mouth dropped open and her hands automatically lifted to her chin. Her arms covering the ample cleavage she was showing in her posh frock. “No! Never. You go to hell” she said, shocked.



“You can’t….” Dean started, “Can she leave the room while we discuss this. I need to say something….personal.”



“No!” I replied, “But we can move over there if you like.” I nodded across the large room.



Dean got up and Dave and I followed him. The distance allowed us to lower our voices and not be overheard. “You can’t do this. She’s innocent. She had no part in this. She was educated in a convent for Christ’s sake. She knows nothing of men apart from me and believe me you wouldn’t want our sex life. Why do you think I gamble?”



“Maybe we should let her decide?” Dave said



“What do you want from her. Is it just to ogle at her you perverts.” Dean said realising he had raised his voice.



I put my face into his. “No. She can start by getting her kit off. I don’t know about Dave but I fancy a nice slow blow job. The last time we met she used that mouth to sneer at us. Now we will see who is in charge.”



“She wont do it.” Dean said stubbornly.



“What? Never given you a blow job Deano?” Dave asked.



“It’s not that….



“So she has then.” I interjected.



“She’s not very good at it and only does it to please me. I told you she was educated in a convent. She knows nothing about sex. We only do it once a week to keep me quiet. Her marital duty as she puts it.”



“Well if it’s a choice between you going to prison along with the ensuing social castration. Or doing what we ask she should have the choice at least.” I said. Then I headed back across the room .All this time she had been staring at us, agitated. Now she shrank into the settee.



As we approached Dean whispered, “At east let me be the one to tell her what you want.”



“That’s ok with me.” Dave said



“Ok Cathy. This is the situation.” I said, “We have enough information on Dean to send him to prison for a very long time. Not only that but the social stigma attached, not only to the crime but him being in prison, will be with you for the rest of your life. You and your family, including of course your sister. As it was Deans brother Donald who received the goods will also go to prison. Do you understand the situation you are in?”



I had to give her credit. She took a deep breath and visibly pulled herself together. Sitting upright she said, “I understand. What do you want from us?”



“I will let Dean tell you that and you can make your own mind up”



Dave and I went across the room so they could be ‘alone’. Her face reddened and I could see her shaking her head. After a few minutes serious discussion, in which it seemed Dean was the most agitated they looked over and beckoned us.



Dean sat silently. “I will do as you ask.” Cathy said. “But Dean has told you that I….am not….”



“Not much good at sucking cock. Yeah he said.” I interrupted, “But are you willing to do it, and are you willing to be guided by us so that we can enjoy it more.”



She hesitated and looked up at Dean. “I don’t have much choice do I if that’s what it takes to get Dean out of this predicament then I will do it.”



“It will certainly go some way to ease your position.” I said



“What do you mean? Some way?” Dean asked



“Well a quick blow job isn’t going to make up for 30 years in prison let alone the rest of it.” Dave said



“Dean!” Cathy said, “Please leave us.”



“No! I think he should stay. We don’t want him calling the police while he is out of the room do we?”



“You don’t expect me to stand here and watch as you do….whatever to my wife do you?” he said angrily.



“Dean be quiet,” Cathy said again, “If you hadn’t been stupid enough to get us in this mess these men wouldn’t even be here.”



With that she stood up and lifted the halter neck over her head, she took a deep breath and with her eyes closed she dropped the posh frock to the floor. I could see she was shaking. Her bra was not what you would term a turn on, although half cup it was made of thick material



“Now the bra.” I said. She did well, reaching back and unclipping it, letting it drop to the floor. Those tits hardly moved, a slight drop but no more. They stood out in front of her proudly. She stood for a second and then her upbringing clicked in and her arms came up, pushing those wonderful mammeries together in an attempt to cover her embarrassment. I walked up to her and lightly touched her arms. “Put your arms down, your hiding nothing.” I said gently



Pulling herself to her full height, which was about five foot seven, she let her arms drop to her side. Staring straight ahead. As I ran a hand over her arms and then across her shoulders she closed her eyes. Screwing up her face as I moved down to her breasts, a shudder as I brushed her nipple. Dave had joined me by now and we took a tit each, playing with it gently, running a hand down her back to the waist band of her not so sexy briefs. I lowered my mouth to her nipple and felt her tense as my tongue brushed it, then tense again with a sharp intake of breath as I took it into my mouth. Dave never was very imaginative or inventive and just followed what I did, when I did it.



Cathy was shaking like a leaf and I could see tears in her eyes as she stared ahead, her eyes flickering. “Now I need you to go to your knees” I said. She complied without a word. I guided her through undoing my zip and lowering my jeans and boxers and told her to do the same to Dave. I told her to take each cock into her hands and talked her through how to manipulate them to the best advantage, using her thumb to increase pressure to the bell end as and when needed. Then I told her to focus on Dave and to use her spare hand on his balls. All this I did with a degree of tenderness in my voice and she didn’t put up any objection, though she did try to turn her head to one side.



“Now I need you to open your mouth and put his cock in.” She hesitated but slowly her mouth opened and moving forward she took him past her lips but no further. “That’s it. Now slowly close your mouth and then move your lips from the top down to the bottom, all the time playing with his balls, and then back again.”



She did as I told her and nearly choked as Dave’s cock hit her throat. She took a minute to gather herself and then continued. Slowly I talked her through the refineries of cock sucking and I could tell by Dave’s face that her technique was improving. All the while I played with her tits and ran my hand up and down her back down to her bum. I motioned for Dave to move back a little so that Cathy would have to lean forward, raising her bottom off her knees. This allowed me to run my hand over her bottom and between her bum cheeks to her inner thighs, I deliberately avoided her pussy at this time. As I brushed her inner thighs she gave a sharp intake of breath. She went to pull away but Dave held her head to his cock and I had a hand on her back, holding her still. Dean went to get up but I glared at him leaving him in no doubt that he only had one chance

As I ran my finger over her bum crack she again took a sudden intake of breath, but no comment. I ran my hand up her legs and when I reached her knees I applied enough pressure so that Cathy lifted her weight and spread her legs slightly allowing me to slide my hand smoothly over the thin material covering her pussy. Now I had access to both her tits and her love hole and I made the most of that opportunity. While remaining soft in my touch I explored a little deeper with each move until the material had slipped first into her pussy and then slightly to one side, then all the way over. They were not dry, a slight wet patch showing which told me she was enjoying this more than she appeared to be. Or in fact more than she should be if Deans assessment was right



“Sit on the settee Dave, right on the edge so Cathy can bend over you.” He did as I asked and while Cathy was standing I lowered her panties to the floor. She stepped out of them as she went back to her knees. I pulled her up so she remained on her knees with her legs spread but reaching forward. Now I had the access I wanted. As she got back to work on Dave I went back to my ministrations on her pussy. She gave a slight moan as I slipped a finger into her wet hole. Still no objection so I used my hands to full effect, again playing with her nipples and running a hand over her bottom, sliding it under and into her pussy, which by now was sopping wet. I slid a finger in and she almost bit into Dave’s cock but he was so far gone he must have thought she was just taking a firmer grip. By the time I had slipped two fingers in, her body was shaking slightly and her pussy was pulsing on the inserted fingers.



I wasted no more time, I ripped my clothes off and slowly tapped my cock at the entry to her hole. She threw herself to one side sitting on the floor, “No! No I cant….not that. I just cant, please not yet.”



“Fuck off bitch if I wanna fuck you I’m gonna fuck you. If not then the old mans going to fucking prison bitch.” Dave said moving to grab her.



“Shut up Dave.” He hadn’t noted what she said. The ‘not yet’ part of her statement had clearly caught my ears and it said that she expected it to happen sooner or later.



Dean jumped up “You cant do that, you said a blow job not a fu…” he stopped remembering his wife was present, “Not sex, you said a blow job.”



“You’re a bloody fool Dean.” Cathy said, “You honestly believe that they were going to make me do….suck, and then go away and forget everything. Well, did you?”



He didn’t reply, just lowered his head again.



“So what are you saying Cathy?” I asked gently



“I maybe naïve, but I am not as stupid as my husband. It was obvious this was just a start. But….I cant, not yet. Not like this.”



“But how do we know if we settle for the blow job today you will be as compliant tomorrow. Or how long did you expect us to wait?” I asked.



“I know you wont wait. I also know your information against that fool will still be here tomorrow, or next week or next year and that you will make the most use of it that you can.” She said stubbornly.



“So what would you suggest and what do you offer.”



“I will do whatever you want, if you will give me time to adjust to this situation. I cannot say that I will be any good at it, but I have no doubt you will want me to do things that disgust me. You cannot expect me to just do them willy nilly. I need time to prepare myself, to adjust.”



“Cathy you cant. You have no idea what they will get you to do.” Dean said.



“I know they will send you to prison, and that would serve you right. The attached effects of that on my family are the only reason I am naked, in my own living room, bargaining with two men with my body on my wedding anniversary. So this really has nothing to do with you.”



“So if I understand you Cathy. It’s not what we want you to do that you need to adjust to. But the fact that your in this situation at all. Once you have adjusted then you will comply with all of our wishes. Is that correct?”



“Yes. I will do this for you now, but the rest I cannot do, my….body, wont do it. Not just like that. I would have to deny my beliefs, albeit temporarily to do as you ask and that cannot be done in an instant. I am sure you understand that you are asking me to go against everything I have ever been taught.”



“Yes I understand. Shall we continue then?”



Dave and I moved in front of her and she slowly got to her knees and started playing with our cocks. Once hard she took first me then Dave in to her mouth. She was a quick learner and was having the desired effect. I stepped to one side and continued playing with her tits. I let my hand move down to her pussy and while she did jerk, she did not pull away. It wasn’t long before Dave shot his load with a look of triumph on his face as she tried to pull away, his hand on her head preventing such a move and his come hit the back of her throat. She did pull away now and spat some of his juice out onto the carpet. Before she could throw up I lifted her head to my own rigid cock and slipped it in to her mouth. After a second to recover she again went into motion.



I don’t know if it was because I treated her with some degree of respect or what but she seemed to work harder on me even coming up with some moves that I hadn’t mentioned. If I moaned she did it again, and I moaned a lot. I deliberately moaned louder as my orgasm rose. I put my hand to her head and said, “I’m coming, any second.”



Her eyes looked up at me but she made no move to pull away. As my come hit her throat she gagged slightly but didn’t stop until I stepped back. She sat on her knees for a moment, gasping for air, gagging and almost throwing up, but she managed to keep it all in and slowly recovered.



“Get her a drink Dean.” I said. “For a novice you suck cock very well.” She raised her head and looked at me but showed no emotion, just a slight twist to the corner of her mouth. Dean handed her the drink and she emptied the glass, giving it back to Dean obviously wanting more.



Dave and I had been getting dressed as she drank, “I take it when we return tomorrow you will be….adjusted?” I said



She nodded and curled up in a ball sitting on the floor. Dave and I left them to sort themselves out.



As we got outside Dave was on a real high, “Fuck me she fuckin loved it. We can have them titties anytime we want em and he ain’t gonna be able to do a thing about it. We should of fucked her as well then she would really know what a man is. Why the fuck did you stop at the bj?”



“Sometimes Dave you’re a bloody fool. Try thinking with your head and not your balls. When we go back tomorrow we will be able to do anything we want. In time she will become an incredible fuck. If we had gone further tonight she would probably have just lay there in the future. It would have been like shagging dead meat. Now, she will take part and if we handle it well she will come to enjoy it a bit more than I think even she suspects.”



“She fucking better. If she backs out tomorrow you will be to blame and I will be well pissed off.”



When Dave dropped me off I said “I want to be there about ten am. Early enough for them to be up but not to have gone out so pick me up at nine.” I spent the next couple of hours thinking of what we had done. I had to admit she was a real turn on, and them tits were to die for. I was almost certain that she would keep her word. How long it would take for us to get her fucking like a whore I didn’t know but I wondered if what they said about convent girls was true.



Dave picked me up as arranged and we made our way over to Deans. I knocked on the door and when Dean saw it was us he tried to slam the door closed. I barged against it and said, “If you ever try that again I will hand you over to the police and while your in prison I will use your wife like a whore Do you understand?” when he didn’t answer I repeated, loudly “Do you understand?”



“Yes. Yes I understand.” he said defeated



“Where’s Cathy?”



“Still asleep, she was crying pretty much all night. Even when she was asleep she was whimpering. I was just going to take her breakfast up.”



“Make some coffee. I will take her breakfast.” he was about to say something but the look I gave him stopped him cold.



I grabbed the tray of food and went upstairs. After two wrong rooms I found her laying in bed sound asleep. I placed her breakfast on the drawer unit and after looking at her laying there in a far from sexy nightdress I touched her shoulder. “Cathy. Cathy. I have got breakfast for you.”



To begin with she wasn’t sure who it was but as recognition fell in she almost screamed, pulling the bedclothes up to her chin and squeezing herself so far up the bed she was squashing herself against the wall.



“Calm down. I have breakfast for you. All I want to do is talk. Come on settle down and let me put it on your lap.”



The euro breakfast was set out on a knee tray so once she had put her legs down I set it in place. I sat on a chair in the corner of the room, well away from her and allowed her to eat in peace. Once she had eaten and had started to sip her coffee I said, “Would you prefer to talk up here or downstairs with Dean listening.”



“Up here I think.” she mumbled. “What do you want to talk about?”



“I think you know. You did very well for a religiously educated woman. Was it a boarding school by any chance?” I asked.



“I don’t see that it matters. It has nothing to do with this does it.”



“Considering it was your first time cock sucking you did very well, not perfect but well.”



“I would like to get dressed please. I will be down momentarily.” she said dismissing me.



“Let me say this first, so you have something to think about as you dress. And so you have some idea of what you agreed to last night.” I said. “I will be the one to say when you get dressed and when you get undressed. If I say suck cock then you will suck cock if I say fuck you will fuck. Think of that as you dress and when you come down we can discuss it further”



Her pleading of the previous night must have come flooding back as she fell back again to the wall and said, “Yes I will. I am under no illusions as to your wants. I haven’t had time to think of anything else really have I?”



“I suppose not. But I thought you should know, as opposed to think what I may want.”



“Yes I understand.”



“I will be downstairs, don’t be long, and don’t get too heavily dressed either a thin dress will do fine.”



I went downstairs and Dean and Dave were sitting on the sofas opposite each other in silence. I walked into the kitchen and helped myself to a coffee. Five silent minutes later Cathy slipped into the room wearing a button down dress, cut low but not low enough to show too much tit. But it had buttons all the way up the front. I could see her battle dress underneath, thick knickers and bra.



She sat next to Dean who tried to slip his arm around her. She pushed him away which made him angry. “You didn’t do much of that last night did you.” He said viciously



“Dean shut up. If it wasn’t for you none of last night would have happened. You are to blame for last night and for anything that may happen from here on. You. No one else.” Cathy said just as vicious



Dean looked at me, “What does she mean? Surely you can’t continue with this. She did as you asked. You said it would pay the debt.” He didn’t say it with very much conviction



“No Dean what I said was if you let us have her it would go someway towards repaying us for our silence. But you don’t honestly think that one quick blow job is going to go anywhere near paying what you owe us do you?”



“No! I wont have it. Your not doing it again. I wont let you.” Dean said springing out of his seat.



I pushed him back and Dave held him down till he had calmed. I smiled at Dean and said “What makes you think the choice is yours? Cathy and I made an agreement last night. I think we should discuss it. Don’t you Cathy? Have you thought about what I said upstairs?”



Cathy looked at Dean, anger written all over her face. “Dean stay out of this. I told you last night it is no longer any of your concern.” She turned her attention to me. “Yes I have thought of what you said, and if that is what you want then I will agree but I have some provisos.”



“Fuck off bitch your gonna fuck like it or not.” Dave said.



“Dave shut up and listen.” I interrupted . “Cathy please continue.”



“I don’t ask much. I will comply with all your wishes as best I can and hope you will both have a degree of patients. You have to understand my background will fight it all the way but I will comply. However I, how shall we put it, want Sundays off. I always meet my parents on Sundays and go to church. I need to know that this will continue and that I will be able to go to confession. I must be able to confess, I must.” she started to whimper slightly



“I agree Cathy. I would not put you through the personal torture that you would be open to if I denied you that right. Now as to the rest I take it I have your total support?”



She sat erect. Took a deep breath and said. “You have my total and complete submission.”



“Cathy I ….I am so sorry.” Dean whispered



“Don’t be. You will suffer as much as I will believe me. I have no doubt that these two will be only too glad to make you watch my humiliation and usage whenever they can. It will serve you right. I do have one other request though. He must suffer every bit as much as I do. I don’t care what you do or how you do it he must suffer for what he has done to me.”



“Agreed” I said, amazed at the anger she was so openly showing her husband. If I had to make a judgement I would say that she hated him right now.



She stood up and slowly undid the buttons on her dress, dropping it to the floor. Then her bra came off and then, very slowly her knickers. She was naked, gorgeously naked and she was firm from head to foot. One of the rooms I had entered earlier was a gym and I had no doubt she used it regularly.



“I think Cathy wants to suck my cock.” I said standing up. Dave moved next to me.



She looked at me, a smile on her face but a kind of hate in her eyes. She moved over to where I was standing and got to her knees. She did all the things I showed her last night, and yes, she was getting much better at it. Dean muttered something but nobody took any notice. He must have realised that his wife was not being forced to suck this hard cock. She did it all by herself. As I shot my load into her mouth I again held her head, pulling her close and I felt my bell end go down her throat. She gagged once but seemed to get used to it and then she just kept sucking and sliding me further and further down her throat till I was cleaned out.



As I pulled my cock out of her mouth I said, “I think Dave is in need of your services my dear.”



She didn’t even blink. She looked at him and as he undid his belt she went over to him and worked on him as well as she had me. “You see Dean. Your pretty wife knows what will happen if you don’t behave. She loves you enough to do whatever and whoever I say, whenever I say.”



Dave was not as patient as me. He started ramming into her throat long before he had come, but even this she handled well, though gagging quite badly at one point till I made eye contact with Dave. Who slowed down a little so she could settle her self. All this time I had been playing with her tits and again slipping my fingers into her pussy. She was wet and in any other woman I would have said eager for a fucking but that didn’t really apply here as Cathy wouldn’t know what it meant.



I pushed Dave back a little while holding my hand under her pussy. As she followed Dave she bent over. I moved behind her and rubbed my cock against the doors of heaven, ready for entry.



She tensed and stopped sucking Dave’s cock, though she did not take it out of her mouth and continued to work it with her hand. Slowly I pushed into her, as her hole tightened, I stopped and pulled out slightly. She was breathing heavily now and gone back to sucking cock. Each time I pushed my hardness in, it went a little further, and while I am not that big I got the feeling it was more than she was used to. Once all the way in I set up a rhythm, I fucked her slowly to begin with, allowing her to suck Dave in and out at the same speed. As my passion rose I got faster, as I got faster her breathing got heavier and so did Dave’s.



Suddenly Dave said “Change places, before she sucks me dry.” He pulled his cock out of her mouth so quickly that Cathy almost fell forward, it was only me pulling her hips, therefore her, on to me that held her up. The sudden thrust of my cock deep into her made her moan loudly, then she put her hands on the seat in front of her and I pulled out and sat in front of her. Once we restarted I soon found out why Dave had been so close. For a woman who had only just started to suck cock she had picked it up pretty quickly and it wasn’t long before I could feel my orgasm rising. I knew Dave was close by the grunts he gave out but I wasn’t sure what was happening to Cathy. She was moaning as loudly as my cock allowed her to and moving all by herself now. Pushing back Dave as I thrust into her mouth.



Dave was really pumping now and let out a loud sigh as he shot his spunk into this gorgeous woman, my load followed almost straight away and I held Cathy’s head so that she would take it all, pumping well after I had shot all my juice into her mouth. Cathy was shaking violently and when I released her she tumbled to the floor rolled in a ball shaking and moaning loudly tears running down her face.



Dean rushed over to her, “You bastards, what have you done to her?” and then to Cathy, “It’s over now my love, it’s all over.” he pulled her to him and put his arms around her shoulders.



Violently she pushed him away, “Why did you let them do that to me? Why? Why them?” she was still shaking and her hands went between her legs as she lay back down on the floor.



I had a sneaking suspicion I knew what was happening here. I pushed Dean toward the settee, “Stay there or else.” As Cathy was laying on a deep pile rug I put my arm under her head and pulled her towards me, pointing for Dave to go the other side. Again he followed my moves as I started on her nipples and then ran my hand over her belly to her quim. She opened her legs and as my lips touched hers she responded, after a second of kissing, her arm came up and around my neck and pulled me to her passionately. I pulled away and Dave took over with her lips while I moved on over her breasts and then her belly. I kept going till I was between her legs and then slowly, very slowly I kissed her inner thighs. Closer and closer I moved until I was kissing her pussy lips and then her pussy and then slipping my tongue inside. Then I hit her clit a sudden jerk upward, she pulled Dave tighter to her mouth and I knew I was right. Our little Cathy was in the throws of a prolonged orgasm. I immediately got to work with my tongue and it took only seconds for her to start thrashing about like a whirlwind. So hard was she thrusting about she nearly knocked my teeth out. I know she bit Dave’s lip but he couldn’t get away as she held him so tight. Then suddenly she let him go, her arms went wide and she screamed, “Noooooo, you cant, you cant do this nooooo not you not you.” and then pushing me away with her legs she curled up again. Her hands working between her legs like pistons until she came to a juddering stop. Exhausted, she just lay there. Eyes open and glazed with her hands stuck between her legs.



I sat on the settee and said, “Get us a drink, make hers a double.”



“What have you done to her?”



I laughed, “At a guess I would say she has just had her first orgasm. With a man at any rate. Now get the drinks.”



Dean looked shocked, but did as he was told. First he tried to pull Cathy to a sitting position but she just pushed him away, seemingly preferring me to do it. I dripped whisky into her mouth and slowly she came around. She sat with her back to the settee and her knees to her chest. Slowly tears started running down her face. Not crying as such, there was no sobbing just the tears.

“Please Cathy tell me what to do.” Dean pleaded



“I suggest you run her a bath. Then while she soaks you can order a limo and book a Table for six at a restaurant. Make it the Elmore Hotel. We will be back around seven this evening. Book the table for eight.”



“Why six, who will be there. More of your cronies to use my wife.” Dean said bitterly.



“I wont tell you again Dean. One more remark like that or even in that vein and I will go straight to the police is that understood?” I said into his face.



“Yes, sorry.” he whimpered. “I will run Cathy a bath as you suggest.”



Dave and I left and as we went to the car he said, “Why did we leave we just got her fucking.”



“Because now we are going for her sister. Think about it Dave tonight you could have twins sucking your cock.” I laughed



“Oh fuck me man your wicked. Wow.”



Dave drove us to Donald’s house. As he didn’t know us I just said, “We have just come from your brothers house as we had something to show him. He suggested that we show it to you as well. Would it be possible to come in for a moment?”



“Er yeah ok if Dean sent you.” Donald said.



He lead us into the lounge. The whole house was smaller than Deans and not half as up market. He pointed me to a seat and as we settled I pulled the photo out of my pocket and handed it to him. To begin with he didn’t seem to know what it was. Then recognition replaced confusion.



“What is this.?” Donald asked.



“That is a picture of you handing money over to Dean for the company financial report. One of many that we have taken over the last few months.”



“What does Dean say about it?”



Dave played the message of Dean admitting everything.



“Hi Babe…Oh sorry I didn’t know you were busy. I’ll come back later.”



“No please.” I said holding out my hand. “Clair isn’t it? Please take a seat as this involves you as well as Donald.”



Clair was totally different to Cathy. She oozed confidence and sensuality. She still had a great figure even though she was a few pounds overweight A little confused she sat next to Donald. “What is it Donald?” she said noticing his concerned look.



“I’m not too sure yet.” he said to her and then gazing at me, “Maybe you should tell her.”



So once again I explained the situation that Donald and Dean had got themselves into. What the consequences could be and the damage to the family name.



“So let me get this straight Donald. You and Dean have been spying for your company against daddies company. Is that right?”



“Well it isn’t ‘daddies’ company is it he is just a share holder.”



“A major share holder. With money to lose if the company goes’ broke. Or gets taken over.” She shrieked. “And that would kill him. He would die of shame being broke let alone having you in prison and all his friends ignoring him. How could you be so stupid.”



“I was fed up of being second best. Dean always gets it easy. This time I was going to get up the ladder, and at his expense. I didn’t mean any harm by it. It was for us.” He said confidently.



“No it wasn’t Donald.” she said. “It was for you”



“Never mind all that. now” He said and turning to me, “What do you want. How much is this going to cost me?”



“Money. Well let me see.” I said sarcastically, “Thirty years in jail. Millions of pounds of value lost in the share price. Heaven knows how much compensation you would have to pay. Mummy and Daddy devastated and spurned by society for the rest of their lives. What price would you put on that Donald?”



“Well if it isn’t money, what do you want? Clair asked. Dave and I looked at her openly leering. Making no pretence as to what we wanted. “You have to be joking.” She said, obviously horrified



Donald said “What? What do they want” He had obviously missed the looks we gave Clair.



“Me you bloody idiot. They want me.” She snarled “They can creep in a corner and die. No way am I doing anything with you two.”



“That’s a shame Clair. I know how devastated your parents will be. Can I use your phone to call the police.” I said quite calmly.



“No wait a minute.” Donald said jumping up, “Let me talk to Clair alone for a moment.”



“Of course we will wait outside, but the door will be open so don’t use the phone.” I said calmly



Dave and I left the room but left the door open so that we could watch the two of them discussing their predicament.



At one point the conversation got a bit agitated and loud. “I cant do it. I wont do it.” She said



“But you don’t even know what they want.”



“I don’t care”



“Then I will go to prison.”



“No. There must be another way around this.”



“Then tell me what it is and I will do it.” Donald was shouting now. He realised we could hear and calmed down.



After a while they beckoned us back. As we sat down Donald said, “What do you want her to do.”



“I would rather discuss that with Clair as it is down to her to keep you out of prison.” I said.



“Just tell me what you want me to do.” she said angrily



“Well an hour in bed would be a good start. A bit of cock sucking and a fuck would go down very nicely right now.” I said calmly



She went bright red. Donald was so angry he jumped off the settee, his fist raised. “Sit down you idiot.” Clair said sternly. “That won’t help at all will it and anyway this is for me to decide.”



“Both of you in bed with me. One hour to do as you want. And that’s it.” she said plainly



“That will do for a start.” I said



“What do you mean for a start. It’s that or nothing.” she said



“Ok!” I said getting up. “No doubt I will see you in court. It has been a pleasure to meet you.” I turned to the door and Dave, as ever, followed. As we reached the front door I thought we had blown it.



“Wait!” footsteps hurried into the hallway. “Wait. Please. One minute.” Clair said.



I nodded and she went back into the lounge A moment later she appeared, looked at us and disappeared up the stairs. I followed, Dave close behind. She took us into a bedroom which was obviously hers and stood next to the bed, waiting.



“Strip.” I said. Slowly she stripped off her clothing, revealing tits every bit as good as her sisters and when the bra dropped every bit as firm. The bra was much more feminine, as was the thong that appeared under her jeans. Once naked she stood, sort of hiding her tits with her elbows but not really trying very hard.



“Please.” she said, “I have only ever been with Donald. I am not a prude but am not sure what you expect of me. Be patient and please don’t hurt me.”



I nudged Dave and then said, “Before we do anything Clair I need to know that you are going to do this of your own free will and I need to hear you say exactly that. Ok? Just so there are no misunderstandings”



She stood there naked. “Yes I am doing this of my own free will. You and you friend can have sex with me.” She was shaking as she said it.



“And what can we do Clair, anything, everything or what.” I urged



“Yes anything, everything whatever.”



“So whenever we see you we can do whatever we want with you and it is because you want us to. Is that correct?”



“Yes can we please get on with it.”



It was more a plea than a statement. I walked up to her and ran my hands over her body. She made no move to get away, or sign that she was enjoying it. She just stood with her eyes closed while Dave and I first played with and then sucked on her nipples. My hand ran over her belly to her bush and still she didn’t try to get away. I signalled for Dave to strip, which he did and then I led her hand to his erection. She handled it delicately at first but then like she had done it before. When I applied pressure to her shoulder she went down to her knees. She opened her eyes slightly, looked up at me and then slowly slipped Dave’s cock into her mouth. She had certainly done this before. I stripped my clothes off and placed her hand on my cock. She moved from Dave to me, taking me in her mouth and then back to Dave.



After a while and as Dave’s breathing got more rapid I lifted her onto the bed. Dave lay waiting for her to mount him but I positioned her in a sixty nine and then lowered her head to his cock. Dave started on her pussy which again it seemed she had done before. I worked on her nipples again, pinching them a little as well as squeezing her tit’s a little harder than I had before. My other hand roaming over her back and down her buttocks, slipping between the cheeks and sliding into her pussy as Dave licked at it. I don’t know if it was Dave’s spit or her own juices that I wet my fingers on but I had a feeling it was a good mixture of each.



As I slid my fingers to her pussy I brushed the crack of her bum hole and the wetter my fingers got the more I penetrated till my finger was well in, as I slipped another finger in she moaned slightly. Now with two fingers in her bum hole and a tongue working at her pussy she started to move, rocking slightly in time to my fingers in her butt hole. I had heard that in some religions it was accepted to butt fuck a woman so that she wouldn’t get pregnant and wondered if this was something that she did with Donald. I decided there was only one way to find out.



I positioned myself behind her and rubbed my hard cock against her pussy, running it up to her bum hole. I did this a few times until I could see the glistening juices spread from cunt to arse, then I slowly at first slid my cock into her bum hole. She stopped sucking, whimpered, but didn’t pull away. I pulled back a little and then slowly back in. I did this a few times until I was all the way in and then still whimpering she carried on sucking Dave’s cock.



To my surprise after I had got into a rhythm she started pushing back on me and the whimpering changed to moans. Moans of pleasure. I pulled her back to me and rolled on my back, pulling her off Dave who jumped up to complain. As soon as he saw my finger to my lip he knew what I was doing. Clair was rocking on my erection in her arse, her legs were wide open and Dave made the most of the opportunity. He got on his knees and Clair rocked forward she rocked herself onto his cock. She gave out an audible gasp but didn’t stop rocking. In fact she started rocking further and a little faster. She didn’t need to be held, she was doing the work, moaning and groaning as she did so. After a while she speeded up, whispering to herself, the faster she went the louder she whispered until it was plain what she was saying. With every rotation she whispered, “God forgive me. God forgive me.” over and over. When her orgasm hit her she was shouting it, frantically fucking us both to orgasm and beyond.



As Dave and I pulled out of her it seemed to send her into an even stronger spasm of pleasure. It seemed ages before she burst into tears and curled up in a ball, something she did have in common with her sister. Unlike the sex which was far more advanced than anything I believed her sister had been capable of until now.



As she calmed down I said, “Well that was interesting.”



“Fuck off you bastard.”



“That as well. So does he know you like your arse fucked, let alone a double fucking.”



“No!” she gasped, “And neither did I. I don’t, hell I’ve never done it before not up my….bottom. And never with two men. I told you I have only ever been with Donald. I don’t know what happened ok. It just did.”



“You telling me that Donald doesn’t know you’re a hot sexy cock lover?” Dave said.



“I’m not, you cant tell him what happened here. Please you mustn’t tell him he will hate me. I really don’t know what happened. I don’t understand it.”



“Well it’s not my place to tell him how great a fuck you are, or can be. If he doesn’t know after five years then tough. You do suck his cock though right?”



“We have a varied sex life. But nothing like…. That.”



“You dress differently to your sister as well. Nice sexy undies I noticed, even though you both have great tits and a great body.”



“What has this to do with Cathy?”



“Well you didn’t think that only Donald was going to suffer did you.”



“No not Cathy. She must be horrified. She wont be able to cope with anything like this.”



“Well she did. Last night and this morning. We came straight from fucking her to fucking you.”



“I have to call her. She will be in bits I know her. She will fall apart.”



“Well I need you to get in touch with her anyway. You need to do something about her dress sense. I like sexy undies, the sexier the better. Sometimes none at all. So you can take her shopping this afternoon for some clothes ready for tonight. We are all going out for dinner. Get dressed we had better go and see Donald. In fact don’t get dressed just come as you are. Then he will know this is for real.”



She didn’t protest like I expected her to, in fact she lead the way. As we entered the lounge Donald was pacing the floor. “What was all that shouting. You better not have hurt her you bastards.”



“Shut up Donald.” I am not hurt. They did what they wanted. And they did it to Cathy last night and this morning. So it is not only me you have disgraced but my sister and your brother.”



“Cover yourself Clair. Don’t let them gawk at you.” Donald said trying to change the subject



“Donald there is probably no part of me that they haven’t seen already so shut up and if you don’t like it go away. Oh and we are out to dinner tonight it seems with your two new friends my sister and your stupid brother.”



Once dressed I said, “We will collect you about seven fifteen. Be ready, and Clair, sort your sister out. If she is wearing those battle pants tonight I will rip them off and she can go out bare arsed.” With that I turned and Dave and I left the house.



“I cant believe what we just did. A double fucking penetration and she took it. What’s even better she fucking loved it.” Dave said.



We talked all the way to my place about what had happened and what we wanted to happen. Then he dropped me off and I chilled out for the rest of the day. Constantly thinking of double fucking her again, and her sister.”



Dave picked me up at six thirty and I had to say he had done a job on himself. Hair cut shaved and even suited and booted. I actually felt a bit shabby next to him as it was all new clothes and I was wearing old stuff. Tidy and smart but old. “Where did you get that lot?” I asked.



“Well I thought about what you said and you were right. We can do really well out of this so I reckon it was worth investing some dosh. Cost a bloody packet mind but not bad eh.”



“No you look totally different, I hope you polished your manners while your at it.” I laughed. We arrived just before seven and the door was open before we reached it. Dean showed us in and said, “Cathy will be down in a moment. Why did you have to do that to Donald.”



“Because I could. Don’t ever question me again Dean, or you will regret it.”



A moment later Cathy came downstairs. She looked absolutely stunning. Dressed in what, for her, was a very short dress with a really plunging neckline, her hair swept to one side and an air about her that oozed confidence in the fact that she knew she looked good. “You look stunning.” I said. “My compliments.”



“Thank my sister. She gave me your message and we went shopping.” she said taking the arm I and Dave had offered, “I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Even if I was, and am embarrassed at how I look.”



“You have nothing to be embarrassed about you look stunningly classy.” Dave said. I think Cathy was as shocked as I was. “Ok so I can be a gentleman at times, but you do look fucking great.”



Cathy laughed and so did I. Dave poor thing didn’t get the joke and Dean was relegated to footman walking behind us. The chauffeur opened the door and we all got in. Cathy Dave and I on the rear bench seat and Dean by the door. “Tell the driver to collect Clair and Donald.” I said



We travelled in comparative silence. I was unsure as to the outcome of the evening though I knew what I was going to do , this was in a public place and the two husbands were going to be humiliated. Not that I was going to fuck the girls in public, but they would be spending there time between Dave and I and the men would be paying the bill.



As Clair and Donald got into the car it was surprising just how much the two girls looked alike, ok they were twins, not identical but twins. They had dressed the same. Down to Clair I thought. Clair was the more confident but Cathy was the better looking. But you would have to see there faces to know the difference between them. Donald came to join us on the bench seat but I sent him to sit with Dean. So now I had Cathy on one side and Clair on the other.



My hands rested on a knee either side of me and I said, “You done a great job Clair, you both look stunning.”



“Yes well when I told her what you said she almost feinted. She did feint when I told her what she would be wearing. Have you seen them, her undies I mean. “



“No I didn’t want to put her through that embarrassment. Not just yet anyway.”



“Your kidding, right.” Clair said, “You fuck her silly in her own bed but you don’t want to embarrass her by looking at her knickers.”



I smiled. “I could see she was nervous, despite her attempts at confidence and I didn’t want to knock her newly gained confidence out of her right from the start.”



“Oh how thoughtful of you. Your still going to fuck her though aren’t you.”



“You seem a little agitated this evening,” I said “may I ask why?”



“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be sharp. I will explain later if I may, away from those two.”



“As you wish.” I said



The car pulled up and the chauffeur opened the door. The boys got out first and held out hands to assist the girls. Dave and I pushed them aside and did the job instead. Dave escorted Cathy and Clair was with me, again the two husbands were relegated to footmen.



Dean went to the front as we approached the door and opened it for us to step through. He had a smirk on his face till he realised how silly he looked opening the door for his wife and the man who was going to fuck her. Dean gave his name at the counter and we were led to a table at the back of the restaurant, not private but not in the open either. We ordered a drink and our meal and then Dean said. “We need to know when this is going to stop. We cannot, will not, allow our wives to be used in this manner.”



“We will discuss these matters after dinner if you don’t mind. I think the ladies would like to enjoy their meal.”



Dean went to say something else but my glare told him of the danger of that. Donald sat meekly allowing his brother to hang himself. The meal went without any further problems, in fact it was quite relaxed all things considered. While Dave and I were not in the same class as Cathy, Clair was a different matter and enjoyed a lot of things that I would class as normal. Music tv films and such. She did have her snooty side but it seems that being married to Donald, ‘in the lowlands’ as she put it had brought her down to earth a little. As the brandy was brought out I said, “Would you ladies like to go to the lounge while we discuss these matters or would you rather stay and hear what has to be said.”



I’m not having that fool talk for me, I will say my piece for myself.” Cathy said, surprising angry.



“Me too.” Clair said



“So Dean, Donald, what do you wish to say, speak freely as it will be the last opportunity you will have.” Dave seemed to automatically leave these discussions to me, and anyway he was too busy playing with Cathy’s leg to be too interested. Though I knew him well enough to know he would miss nothing of the conversation.



“You know what I have to say. This evening has been very nice for some, but for others it is torture. It will not happen again. Tonight is the last time.”



Nobody said a word, Clair shuffled her feet and Cathy looked at Clair. Donald just sat looking into his Brandy glass. I took my mobile and made a call. “Can you come in now please.”

Part One:



My name is Vincent and you may have heard some nasty rumors floating around about me. They are all a lie, okay most of them are lies… alright, truth be told most of them are spot on… okay, okay they are all true! There, feel better… screw you!



I blame my cock… it’s all its fault… that and the drugs… and all those damn slutty women! I can’t help it if they were my friend’s sisters, moms and cousins… my penis is possessed! It’s pure evil I tell you! Don’t believe me I’ll prove it!



Possession is 9/10th the law:



It was the summer of ’82 and I had just graduated from high school and it was deemed fit and proper that we do something really fucking stupid. Thus and therefore we sat in council, all proper gentlemen were we, and discussed the weighty matter of what we should all do for our last summer together before we were scattered to the four winds.



My mom’s basement was large and mainly unfinished and we were sitting on the concrete floor passing the sacred weed from man to man. An acrid smell filled the air and we were in the proper frame of mind to determine our fates.



“Dude, we should like totally road trip to Vegas,” offered one William of Patterson street.



“No man I say Miami, all the bitches are fine down there,” spoke the wise and honorable ‘Duke of Lafayette’ or known in other circles as John Rankin.



“I think we should head down to Jamaica,” I offered and continued to explain my thought, “you can get the best shit down there and we can bring some back and grow our own!”



There were murmurs of approval and other voices began to chime in when ‘she’ slunk down the stairs all ninja-like and we were in a word busted.



“You guys are so in trouble,” Heather hissed when she smelled the herb and saw us passing it around. “I am gonna tell mom and…”



“…want some?” I said offering her the joint.



“Dude that’s my sister,” William protested.



“Dude if she blabs we won’t have a summer vacation,” and my logic won out.



Heather walked upstairs and disappeared and we all moaned thinking we were busted but she returned a minute later with air freshener, candles and sat down next to me. Lo did she greedily toke the sacred weed and did in time get sagaciously stoned. So with air freshened and candles lit we did continue our discussion.



“I would so go to Jamaica,” Heather offered in her sweet voice, “Carol my next door neighbor got some shit from there and we got so fucked up…”



William looked at his sister twin and shook his head.



“You never told me you smoked,” William did grill her.



“I never told you a lot of things,” she countered.



The sibling rivalry was getting heated and was diminishing my buzz so I performed the time honored intervention.



“Dude… she’s YOUR sister… does anything she has done, spoken or otherwise, really surprise you?”



“Hmm… no I guess not…”



“Okay now before you slay my buzz completely let us take a vote,” I said raising my hand, “okay all in favor of Jamaica raise your hand.”



I looked around the circle and all hands were raised including Heather’s.



“Heather sweetie you can’t vote…” I whispered.



“Oh sorry,” she lowered her hand before leaning into me, “if you need help with the growing part when you guys get back I know a guy…”



“Heather!” William cried out and at that it was time for our group to disband the buzz was officially killed.



Everyone save Heather and me got up and left. William stood at the middle of the stairs waiting looking at Heather.



“Well,” he asked.



“Vincent and I are going to talk agriculture I’ll be home soon,” she said smiling.



“Okay…” and with a reluctant look back he climbed the stairs and we heard the door close behind him.



“So I was thinking some glow lights on timers…” I began but Heather put her finger on my lips.



“You know what happens to me when I get stoned?”



I shook my head and she smiled and continued.



“I get all wet and horny,” she purred and saying that she straddled me. “I hear it from the most reliable sources, namely one Sue Grant, that you are hung like a beast… is that true?”



“Um…” was all I could get out before she leaned down and kissed me.



I will tell you now this was no sisterly kiss of friendship but a gut wrenching, tongue dueling, cock hardening embrace of epic proportions! Heather’s long black hair tumbled down and like the curtain of night fell over my face and I saw nothing but I did feel her hands rubbing between my legs.



“Jackpot,” I heard her exclaim as she deftly unbuttoned my jeans and then unzipped them freeing my aching shlong. “Damn, she was right, you have a monster cock down there lover.”



At hearing ‘cock’ and ‘lover’ I knew my wet dreams had come true! I was going to fuck the very cute and very busty Lady Heather! I felt her dainty hands wrap around the shaft of my dick and moaned as she double stroked me.



“How does that feel baby,” Heather moaned in my ear, “I can’t wait to suck you off. Ever since I heard about you… this…,” she gave it a gentle squeeze, “I have masturbated dreaming of tasting it and feeling it inside of me.”



“Taste away…” I moaned as I reached up and cupped her firm tits through her shirt.



“Mmm you like my tits,” she said and leaned back and yanked the shirt off of her and her bra went flying moments later.



She took my hands and placed them on her naked flesh before returning to stroking my cock. I leaned up and kissed and suckled her tits and nipples. She growled in my ear how good that felt and I let my tongue flicker over her puffy nipples and I felt her grind her denim clad pussy against my thigh.



“Want to sneak up to your bedroom and fuck me up there,” sweet Heather asked.



“Yeah, got to be tons more comfortable than concrete, but you have to be quiet or we will get busted.”



“I promise…” she lied.



She stood up and grabbed her fallen shirt and bra and then she grabbed ‘me’ and led me upstairs. We didn’t need to worry about sneaking through the house it was empty, except us of course. But my mom would be home in an hour or so. As Heather with me in hand, literally, made our way to the second floor and my bedroom my mind momentarily slipped from the green fog and drug induced erection to ponder the morality of what I was about to do.



One… you are about to violate your best friend’s trust and sister.



Two… you are risking getting busted for smoking and fucking in the house, again.



Three… Heather is going to suck you then fuck you.



I actually hesitated for a single, long moment and Heather noticed. She turned and kissed me again with all the hunger and lust she could summon and it was a lot!



“I understand you are feeling weird about what is about to happen. I get that. But, I will share with you a secret no girl or woman would normally ever expose. So here it is in a nutshell. Nice guys do not repeat do not get laid. We like the bad boys and do all sorts of naughty things with those kinds of guys. Need I say more?”



I scooped her up into my arms and carried her, the rest of the way down the hallway to my bedroom and dropped her on the bed. I closed the door and walked over to the bed where she stopped me with a grin.



“Don’t move, stand right there,” she said as she got onto her knees and slowly peeled off her shirt revealing those gorgeous C Cup tits of hers.



The shirt dropped to the bed and she grabbed her tits and began to massage and tease them. I reached down and began to stroke myself and her eyes lit up and as she moaned then growled as she unbuttoned her jean shorts. She got onto her hands and knees and facing away from me began to slowly pull them down over her bubble butt. I saw her crack appear and then her puckered asshole and then at long last her wet slit.



“I need help getting them off,” she moaned/purred.



I walked over and tugged them the rest of the way off as she turned around and took me into her mouth while I stood at the edge of the bed.



“Oh god damn girl,” I moaned as I tore my own shirt off and reached down and played with her hair.



She moaned when I stroked her hair and that sent shockwaves through me. I grunted when she moaned and Heather took this as a good thing and kept on moaning as inch by inch my cock slid between her lips. Heather stopped at about half way and I couldn’t blame her. When my cock is soft it’s close to seven inches long. Fully erect as it was now it was a very prodigious thing indeed. I rocked my hips just a little and started fucking her mouth and she seemed to like this a lot as I saw her hand move up and between her legs getting her pussy ready for me.



“Are you ready to feel this inside of you,” I asked and she broke her ‘kiss’ and for answer spun around and scooted until her upraised ass was mere inches from me.



“Slide it in, slowly…” she begged.



“I know the drill,” I told her as the head parted her tight pussy lips.



“Unnn… that’s it nice and…” Heather moaned.



“…slow,” I finished for her as she buried her face in my covers.



I was about half way inside when I stopped and began to move my hips in and out of her. She was panting and moaning louder and louder.



“Oh god… deeper lover… deeper…” she begged.



I inched my way forward letting her take one, two and finally three more inches before her hand went up signaling me I had hit bottom. Again I began rocking gently and her incredibly tight pussy gripped me like a fist. I was moaning softly as we fucked, I say fucked because there was absolutely no love involved in this union. Okay maybe the love of an eager slutty girl, or the love of her talented lips licking and sucking me or even the deep love a man feels for a woman with a real tight pussy. But not the icky squishy love they show in the movies. I felt that wonderful tingling sensation start in my toes and began to thrust faster into her and she was pushing back now meeting me stroke for stroke.



“OH GOD…” she screamed, “FUCK ME LOVER! Drive that long… fat… cock into my tight little pussy!”



So much for being quiet; I told you she lied to me. I thrust harder and a bit deeper into her and felt her pussy clench around me tighter still and knew that she had just climaxed. That’s always good for a second date or in our case a second grudge fuck. My cock swelled up inside of her and she knew I was going to cum.



“SPRAY MY TITS AND FACE LOVER…” Heather begged/howled.



When I couldn’t fight it off any longer I yanked my dick from her pussy and she flipped over onto her back and I let go and I painted her body with pulses of hot cum.



“Oh shit…” Heather said looking passed me and there in all her terrible glory was my mom.



She was staring open mouthed at the scene before her and I shriveled to nothing in seconds flat.



“Ummm… hi mom this is…”



“Heather… get dressed and out of this house and never set foot here ever again or I swear your mother will hear all about this. I won’t tell her today because I know she has a weak heart and this would kill her dead.”



Ninja-quick Heather was dressed and leaving. She turned around and mouthed those immortal words, ‘call me.’ I hid the smile and did the walk of shame after I had put on my own clothes.



The kitchen table, it was the place where we gathered for meals, played board games and asses were severely chewed. My mom was sitting there pale and shaking in her rage. I sat without a word knowing she would launch into her tirade soon enough.



“How could you,” she snapped at me.



Three seconds I had counted from the time I sat to the first word. I could tell by that short wait that she was way beyond upset.



“She is William’s sister for Christ’s sake.”



Eep! She invoked her lord, god and savior; I was in serious shit now!



“I know you were gifted with a fine specimen of manhood, but that doesn’t give you the right young man to share it with the entire world.”



Blink… blink… was that a fucked up twisted sort of compliment? This was getting creepy weird like when my step sister got drunk and sleep fucked me before going off to college last month. Or the time the young nun came a calling to bake bread with my mom and caught me in the shower when she came upstairs to use the bathroom.



“I…” mom was having none of that.



“You… young man need to learn some self control and discipline.”



“Not the military…” I begged.



“No, heavens no… you need religion. I have been far too lax on that front since I married your father and didn’t feel it was my place to take a stand. But sweetie it’s been five years now and I feel I am ready to support you in this case, for your immortal soul.”



“The seminary,” I asked.



“No, that would be a decision between you and god. No I was thinking of Sister Mary Margaret having a nice long talk with you.”



“Not placing the name…” I said my face screwed up in puzzlement.



“You know that sweet pious thing that came over and helped me bake bread just before Easter.”



Ding! That cock hungry redhead who nearly deep throated me in the shower? Oh hell yes!



“I seem to remember her a little,” I said softly.



“I bet if I asked her she would meet with and discuss the bible in length. Show you the errors of you ways,” Mom beamed at me.



“Not a priest,” I asked full well knowing her thoughts on that subject.



“I will not let a child raping pedophile anywhere near you Vincent! I mean you are a ‘fully grown’ young man but still.”



“I appreciate your concern… if you think it’ll help I will give it my all!”



“That’s the spirit! There’s hope for your immortal soul yet.”



A week later, there was Sister Mary Margaret in all her nakedness bent over the altar of her dead and risen god begging for my cock.



“Please Vincent don’t make me beg for it,” She said smiling. “Is that is you want me to beg? Okay. Please lover… darling fuck my tight little pussy! Please ram that fat cock of yours into me!”



The acoustics in this place were phenomenal and I am sure if there was anyone else in the church they could have heard her from the very back row. I walked up and aimed the head of my cock between her glistening pussy lips and pushed.



“YES… oh Lord Vincent your cock feels so good!”



“Push back you dirty slut,” I told her fully embracing my soul burning bad boy persona.



“Yes baby… watch me fuck you with my pussy!”



Sister Mary Margaret thrust her tight wet pussy backwards and nearly impaled herself again and again. The few women I had been with had never been able to take as much of my dick into either mouth or pussy as this talented young woman.



“It’s going in so deep,” I moaned.



“My pussy adores your cock lover!”



“So does your mouth and throat…”



“…Mmm yes they do. You know what else adores your hard flesh?”



“I have no idea but I bet you are going to tell me.”



“NO…” she purred loudly, “…I am going to show you!”



“Lucky me… mom said you were going to take my education in hand…”



“…hand and mouth and pussy and…”



“And..?”



“Pull out and go over and sit on those stairs right there,” she said pointing to the pulpit, the place where the priest preaches from.



I did as I was told and slowly pulled out of her pussy and went and sat down.



“I was so thrilled to hear you were going to visit me I prepared a little something special.”



“Special…” I asked.



“Not a lot of women would suggest this and many don’t enjoy it as much as I do so…”



She walked over to me with her long legs, shaved pussy and evil smile. Sister Mary Margaret turned around and grabbed my cock and bent over and eased backwards guiding the head of my dick to her tight puckered ass. With practiced ease and I suspect some prior fingering I slipped in with little pain to her and a lot of pleasure for me.



“Oh my god that’s fucking tight,” I moaned.



“Yes, yes it is,” she growled. “I am going to start but when you are ready stand up and finish me off… its okay to cum in my ass they all do.”



She let half my length into her butt before she started rocking her hips and letting me feel how deliciously naughty it felt.



“Oh I don’t know how long I can last…” I warned her.



“Don’t fret I already cum twice already…” she moaned as another two inches slid into her, “…this is for you lover so enjoy it.”



I felt like I was going to blow my load any minute so I stood up slowly and grabbed her hips. I tested the waters and pushed my hips forward to see how much of me should could accommodate and when her hand finally came up all but a few inches were inside of her.



“Damn Sister, your tight little ass just swallowed up most of my cock!”



Then I began to move slowly not wanting to hurt her and not wanting this to end too soon. I savored every moment of this and let her know.



“Nnnn so fucking tight,” I moaned.



“You feel so good in my ass lover…” she purred, “…I can’t wait to feel you cum deep inside of me.”



“Not long now…” I growled as she felt me swell inside of her.



“Oh god you are stretching me… so fucking big…” Sister Mary Margaret said as she began squeezing me with her ass. “…fill me up I need it so bad!”



It didn’t take much of that to push me over the edge and thrusting harder now I pulled back and with one last shove of my hips I painted her insides. My knees almost buckled I came so hard. My cock twitched inside of her as the last of my orgasm shook me.



“Mmm I want to do that again sometime,” I said out loud thinking how wonderful it felt.



“Sure lover, how about next week,” she offered. “I told your mother that if things worked out I would tutor you at least once a week.”



“I don’t know what to say?”



“Say that you’ll change into this… for little ‘ol me,” she said holding up the garb of a local priest.



“Isn’t someone going to miss that?”



“Nah… he thinks it’s still at the dry cleaners.”



“You are…”



“You’re not jealous are you?”



“Not at all just a little amazed,” I said.



“Oh its okay he hasn’t taken his final vows yet…”



“You are so going to hell…”



“Eh… I only joined the convent to get cock…”



“What?”



“That and travel,” she said as she began to dress me in the black attire of a priest, “Since I was young I always thought priests were sexy. Come on admit it, defiling a nun is like number two on a guy’s wish list.”



“What’s number one,” I asked as she began to dress herself leaving panties and bra on the floor, “everyone knows that busty Asian twins are number one.”



“Hmm… never having fucked Japanese twins before… I don’t know; defiling a gorgeous nun like you is my number one.”



“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said picking up the clothing that was left on or around the altar. “Now follow me to the confessional… I have some things to be forgiven for.”



“I’m not really a priest… I can’t forgive your sins…”



“…who said anything about forgiving them I have some more to commit.”



“Oh, well that explains a lot…”



One month later thanks to my stellar review from Sister Mary Fucksalot my friends and I were landing in the island nation of Jamaica. William was blissfully unaware of my devirginizing of his sweet twin sister. She didn’t tell me until a few weeks later when she showed up at church for confession and told me all while on her hands and knees before me. The priest’s outfit still hangs in my closet to this day. The plane jerked a bit as the landing gear touched down and that shook me out of my pleasant reverie. We had two weeks in paradise and little did I know that my doom would be sealed on board a luxury yacht.



We decided to get a better look at the beach and on our way we met a charming man with dreadlocks named Paul. His devilish good looks and outstanding fashion sense were nothing compared to the wickedly good shit he was smoking. Being a good and decent fellow he shared some, for a price. The beach was populated by beautiful people and off in the ocean was anchored two large yachts that gleamed in the noon day sun. We were walking passed a line of reclined sun bathers when a voice called out to us.

“Excuse me young man, can you help me?” Her voice was cultured and oozed sensuality.



I turned and saw an olive skinned beauty looking up at me. I pointed to myself and she nodded so I walked over and squatted next to her.



“How can I be of assistance?”



“How polite and cute,” she said biting her lower lip. “Would you consider it bold of me to ask you to rub some sun tan lotion on me?”



“Would it be bold to tell you how beautiful you are and how lucky I would be to roam my hands over your body?”



“No,” she purred, “Here’s the lotion.” She said lifting up revealing her bare breasts with their hard pointy nipples.



I took the lotion and drizzled some on hands and applied some to her upper back. Immediately she let out a low moan/growl. I rubbed it in and slowly made my way downward towards her ass. When I reached her lower back I muttered low enough for her to hear.



“Mmm pity you have those bottoms on I would love feel your ass in my strong young hands.”



“You are a very naughty boy,” she purred, “take them off… slowly.”



I gripped the first side of her bikini bottom and as she asked so nicely I pulled the string slowly watching as the bow got smaller and smaller and then… poof it was now two pieces of string. I leaned over her my hand resting on her thigh and felt her leg quiver as I untied the other side.



“I think I came…” I heard her whisper.



“…and you called me naughty.” I said.



I gently pulled the material away from her ass and smiled.



“Damn, you have the finest ass I have ever laid eyes on,” I told her.



“Prove it, apply some of that lotion,” she purred/moaned.



I drizzled some lotion onto my hands and began to knead her cheeks and she was squirming beneath me. I could see that her pussy was absolutely soaked.



“You my dear are practically dripping with need,” I said as I continued to rub the suntan lotion in.



“I blame you,” she moaned.



“I could help you with that but…” I said softly, “I don’t believe they allow love play…”



“You mean fucking… they don’t allow fucking on the beach! That’s true maybe we should adjourn to more private quarters.”



“What did you have in mind?”



“Just this, I am going to stand up and you follow me to my boat and you can bend me over and fuck me rotten. Afterwards I will let you shoot your cum down my throat… so what do you say?”



“I say… lead the way.”



So there I was walking down the beach following this hot older gal and my friends were looking at me with a mixture of confusion and envy. I shrugged and walked along the beach to a pier and there a motorboat took her and I to one of the yachts anchored in the bay. Her ‘boat’ was the second largest of the luxury ships in port and as I tossed the mooring line an attractive young girl caught the line and tied us off.



“Welcome back Madame,” she girl said smiling and offering her a terry cloth robe.



“Thank you Celine fetch us some wine, glasses and a snack,” my hostess said walking towards the front of the boat.



The woman sat in a comfy looking deck chair and pointed to the one next to her.



“We have not been properly introduced, I am Madelyn Anetakis and you are,” she asked.



“Vincent, Vincent Majors.”



“May I call you Vin?”



“Sure,” I said taking out the plastic bag with my herbal distraction in it, “you mind?”



“Only if you don’t share…” Madelyn said with a smile.



In no time at all the cigarette was measured, rolled, lighted and shared. The cute brunette had returned with wine and food but this was ignored as the three of us partook of the smoke. I learned that Celine was born here in Jamaica but her mother was from a commune near Paris France called Saint Maur des Fosses. After we were nice and toasty Madelyn nodded to Celine who pulled me to my feet and began to undress me while the older gal watched. Celine tugged my shirt off and kissed and suckled my nipples. I quivered a bit because no one had ever done that to me before. Then with a dramatic tug my swim trunks hit the deck and both women gasped.



“Mon Dieu what a monster,” Celine whispered, “This will prove a challenge even for my unusual talent.”



“What is that,” I asked as she dropped to her knees to get to know my cock better.



“Up until recently I was a very accomplished,” Celine moaned as her tiny hand wrapped around my quickly hardening dick, “…sword swallower.”



“Damn, this I gotta see,” I moaned as her lips and tongue began to pleasure me.



“Me too,” moaned Madelyn who had two fingers stuck in her pussy.



“Are you getting that tight pussy of yours ready for a pounding,” I asked watching Madelyn masturbate.



“Oh baby you know I am… that beast of yours is going to touch me places I have never felt before.”



“Mmm I love anal…” I began to say and Madelyn smiled wickedly.



“Well, well I suppose you can fuck me there too…”



“She meant her pussy monsieur…” Celine explained with her sexy Jamaican accent.



Celine shakily got to her feet and undid her top revealing her small but cute tits and then untied her bikini bottom and let them drop to reveal a neatly trimmed pussy and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. She slid a few fingers into her sex as she got into the proper position to deep throat my cock which was at full staff. With a few cautious moves she found the correct attack angle and inch by inch my cock slid into her mouth and then her throat until her lips brushed against the base.



“Oh god damn girl… no one has ever done that!”



“I believe you Vin… I believe you…” Madelyn moaned.



Celine began moving up and down on my cock and I stood there in lust and if I were rich as hell would have proposed on the spot.



“Mmm that feels fucking amazing…” I growled.



“Wait until I wrap my pussy around you lover…” Madelyn purred in my ear as she moved to stand behind me; her tits pressed against my back and her lips on my neck. “…I will milk your cock with my pussy muscles.”



“I can hardly wait…” I groaned, “…Mmm Celine if you keep that up, I am going to blow down your throat.”



“Go ahead Celine darling you have earned it I am sure we can get him hard again in no time he is so young and virile.”



Celine’s head moved up and down my length licking and sucking and driving me headlong into a mind blowing orgasm and I just let it happen. Madelyn’s hands roamed over my body as her lips teased my neck and ears and she whispered all the dirty things she wanted to do to me.



“Move so I can taste those fine tits of yours,” I said to Madelyn and she eagerly stepped around to my front and cupped her breasts offering them to me.



I leaned down and licked and suckled her large breasts loving the sounds she was making as I did so. I let my tongue flicker over her dark sensitive areoles and watched Madelyn’s eyes roll up in her head. All the while I felt my toes start to curl and warned Celine I was getting real close to shooting down her throat she never slowed down.



“Eager cocksucker you have there,” I told Madelyn as she knelt to watch Celine up close as she gobbled up cum.



“Can you blame her,” Madelyn moaned.



“I am so fucking close,” I hissed and Celine pulled her head back and made a tight seal with her lips around the head of my cock and she and Madelyn stroked the shaft furiously.



The feel of both their hands on me was too much and with a roar I sent a torrent of cum down the sword swallower’s throat. I was panting and a little weak in the knees but eager to feel Madelyn’s tight pussy wrapped around me.



“Still want me to bend you over Madelyn,” I asked.



“Most definitely I trust you will not pierce me too deep lover,” she moaned and stood up and walked over the side of the ship and assumed the position.



I followed her and pondered licking her pussy first but figured there was time enough for that later. I placed the head of my cock between her pussy lips and pushed slowly Madelyn began to moan as I filled her up little by little. I stopped when half of my dick was in her but she wiggled her ass begging for more so I pushed my hips forward until with a squeak of surprise she waved for me to stop. When I looked down most of my cock was buried in her pussy.



“Wow… you have most of me in you… how does it feel,” I asked her.



“Mmm no one has ever made me feel so complete before… fuck me lover nice and slow for now.”



I pulled back a bit and then started driving my dick in and out of her setting up a nice leisurely rhythm.



“How’s that,” I asked and felt her pussy muscles give me a healthy squeeze, “I’ll take that as a yes.”



After a few minutes I pulled back a bit further and began thrusting into her harder and faster now and her panting told me that she liked how my dick felt inside of her. Her pussy gripped and massaged me like no woman I had ever been with before. This was a day of firsts. Celine watched intent and was using lube she had gotten from below and was working two fingers in and out of her tight ass. Five minutes later Madelyn was crying out and I felt her sex grip me like a velvet fist and held me where I was. Her body shuddered and she had dropped her head and was moaning and growling as the last tingles of her orgasm passed. I pulled out and Madelyn literally threw her arms around me and molded her body to mine kissing me like she would die otherwise.



“Lover,” she said breaking our embrace, “we are sailing to Crete tomorrow I want you to come with us!”



“Umm… I never dreamed of sailing to Crete… don’t take this wrong but I need to tell my friends and contact my mom. She’s a worrier you understand.”



“Mmm,” she kissed me again, “I would be disappointed if you didn’t tell your mother. She would worry sick otherwise. You are a good son I appreciate that in you. Family is very important!”



“Okay… then sure I’d love to go with you two,” I said.



“Oh Vin it will be nine of us in all, most of the crew are ashore right now…”



“Makes sense you’d need more people to pilot something this big,” I told her.



“Vin…” Celine called out to me, “before you leave the boat… can you treat me to that cock of yours?”



She was bent over with her hands gripping her ass cheeks and even as she spoke she pulled her cheeks apart showing me her glistening asshole so very eager to be fucked.



“I’d be a fool to turn down such an invitation…” I said looking at Madelyn who smiled and nodded.



“Don’t leave the poor thing begging Vin, that would be cruel,” Madelyn whispered in my ear.



I walked over and moved behind Celine and pressed the head of my cock against her asshole and gently and very slowly pushed. Her preparations made it easier for me to get the mushroom shaped head of my cock in passed that tight ring of muscle. Before long I was as deep as she could handle and I let her get used to me before I started moving my hips.



“You said you enjoyed anal NNNNN how does that feel lover,” Celine asked.



“Fucking amazing,” I moaned in her ear.



“Good, now start fucking my ass… yeah… like that…” she growled.



I fucked her nice and slow and she let out a little grunt each time my cock moved into her and sooner than I thought possible she was gently pushing backwards when I thrust foreword. We were both grunting now and I was fighting my orgasm with everything I had. Her ass was so fucking tight! After ten minutes or so I felt my self control slipping and knew I would be coming very soon.



“Can’t fight it any longer…” I moaned.



“Cum in my ass, I want to feel it spray my insides!”



I thrust hard and fast now knowing I had less than a minute left before my orgasm hit me. Celine was screaming to me and with a single final thrust my cock pulsed hot cum into her tighter hole.



“Damn but that’s one hell of a sight,” came a new voice, a male voice.



I looked over my shoulder and there stood a man of average height with an olive complexion and bright blue eyes.



“Honey this is Vin, Vin this is my husband Cronus Anetakis.”



I eased my cock out of Celine and shook his hand and he looked down and went pale.



“Damn Vin how do you keep from passing out when you get hard?”



“I really don’t know,” I said shrugging. “Mind if I get dressed?”



“Didn’t mean to stare but… god damn you put us to shame…”



“Vin is travelling with us back to Crete,” Madelyn said.



I noticed she didn’t ask she just said it like ‘oh by the way…’ and her husband just nodded then went to grab something from the fridge. I turned to Celine and asked her if everything was okay.



“Am I fifth wheel around here,” I asked.



“Oh not at all don’t worry about a thing.”



“I need to take a shower before I head back to shore…”



She smiled and dove off the boat into the ocean I leaned over and she was waving me in. I dove in after her and the cool water felt amazing after all that had happened on the boat. Celine and I swam in slow circles kissing and holding each other tight.



“…does he know…” Cronus’ voice filtered down.



“…I don’t know… she told him… yet…” replied Madelyn.



“What are they talking about,” I asked Celine breaking our kiss.



“My dad, it’s about my dad…”



“What about your dad… is he going to be upset you are leaving Jamaica?”



“Oh he knows and is disappointed but not mad… he’s just a little over protective is all.”



“Great… is he going to shoot me if he sees us holding hands or something?”



“No… he is the local Vaudoux… a sorcerer of great power…”



“So no gun, but curse… yes?”



“I am sorry…” but I cut her off with a kiss.



“Do you regret what you did,” I asked. “Do you feel bad about the pleasure you gave me?”



“NO…”



“Then I will face your father’s anger knowing neither of us has any hard feelings over this.”



While I floated in the water I didn’t fear a curse or evil spirits… I was a fool and would learn the wrath of the old gods and would suffer til the day I died.



The stars were blazing in the night sky, Celine and I had hooked up with my friends and I told them I was leaving for Crete the next day. It was a mixed reaction but William gave me the thumbs up after meeting Celine.



“You’d be a fool not to dude,” William said as we pounded a few shots of local rot gut in the neighborhood bar.



“I am going to help Celine get her stuff on the boat later tonight, can you mail this letter I wrote my mom so she doesn’t lose her mind,” I asked William.



“Sure dude no problem, consider it done.”



We drank for another hour before it was time to get Celine’s things and meet her father. I was a little nervous but chalked it up to meeting some scary Jamaican dude with a machete. But to my surprise he was a laid back looking man in his early fifties with salt and pepper dreadlocks and skin the color of ebony. His bright green eyes were a shock though and Celine said that is why he was chosen by the previous magician as his successor. Celine did a very brief introduction and left me there to face her father alone as she grabbed her meager belongings.



“So your daughter is a sword swallower,” poor choice of ice breaking topic?



“She was before the Greek lured her away… you don’t look Greek you are very white!”



“I am American…”



“…that is worse than Greek… she is better than you but you will never see it…”



“Listen I am not here to disrespect you or your daughter…”



“Your very presence here is an affront to the spirits and my family…”



“I came here to help Celine to carry her things to the boat…”



“You are not worthy to say her name…” he spat on me… I think that’s when I snapped.



I looked down at the loogie on my nice new shirt and I felt the blood rush to my face.



“Motherfucker! That was the last fucking straw… I am not going to beat the piss out of you for her sake but the next time I have her bent over, moaning and calling out my name I’ll be thinking of you!”



It was his turn to lose his temper and it was a terrible thing. He never said a word, he walked over to the altar at the back of the room and picked up a wooden bowl and hurled its contents at my crotch and cried out in a wordless howl and pointed at me.



“Now my fucking shorts! Have you lost your fucking mind?”



“You are cursed…” he said in a low cold tone, “that thing between your legs you are so proud of will bring you nothing but misery from this moment on. You shall never sire children and you will die alone and unloved.”



“FATHER!” Celine was standing in the doorway her dusky complexion pale and she was shaking in fear… for me. “What have you done?”



“He has defiled you and he will pay the price!”



“Daddy… he didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want to happen…”



I could see the regret in the old man’s eyes but he shook his head and walked passed her never saying goodbye.



“I am sorry Vin,” Celine said approaching me slowly staring at my stained shorts as if it were blood that had marked me.



“Me too, I just bought these clothes…”



“But the curse,” She said softly.



“No disrespect but nothing bad is going to happen…”



The words were barely out of my mouth when three girls walked by and saw us and the one in the middle stopped and whispered in the ear of the girl to her left and then the one on the right. There was some discussion and muttering before the one in the middle broke from the group and walked up to me.



“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I couldn’t help but notice your stain…” her English accent giving her an almost sexy air.



Her breath reeked of alcohol and she smiled brilliantly before saying…



“…outlining that HUGE cock of yours that we can see from the street…” she said and looked back at her friends before saying, “…we want to buy you a drink or two… before we all take a ride on that beastie of yours!”



I blinked a few times and looked at Celine who shook her head.



“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I said softly so only the girl who had approached could hear, “my girlfriend here is a sword swallower I doubt you or your friends have much to offer me…”



“Sword Swallower… damn… so is that a no? I mean three girls at one time…”



“Yes that’s a no,” Celine added.



“Bitch! I wasn’t talking to you!” The girl turned on Celine and her friends approached to back her up.



“Then talk to me,” I said and the three strange girls looked at me and were all smiles, “I am not interested even if there were ten of you.”



“Oh you don’t mean that,” said the tall busty blonde as she lifted up her skirt revealing a bald pussy dripping with need. “…my pussy really needs a cock right now… you can take me in the alley and fuck me there if you want?”



“You have a lovely pussy,” I said trying to be nice, “but…”



“You like butts… check out mine…” the short brunette said as she turned and tugged down her denim shorts. “Look at that… see how nice and round it is… and I am at least as wet as Sheila is…”



“Yes very nice…” I said trying to keep things civilized.



“Nice… NICE…” the brunette’s voice gaining in volume, “…nice is how tight my pussy is and how good it will feel wrapped around that fine cock of yours!”



“Mmm all three of us could take turns sucking you off and swallow every fucking drop, isn’t that right girls?” the first girl added before I could respond and her friends nodded.



“What are you going to do suck me off right here in public,” I asked knowing they wouldn’t.



“If that’s what it takes to get your attention…” and the deed was done.



The first girl dropped/fell to her knees in front of me and yanked my shorts off of me and began giving me head right there in front of Celine’s home. I tried to force her off but when I grabbed her head she just moaned and bobbed her head further down the shaft. I tried to bite back the moan of pleasure but it snuck out of me and Celine turned to face me and to my horror she smiled.



“Serves you right for pissing off my dad…” Celine said turning to face the other two, “he’s all yours girls… Vin… I’ll see you on the boat later.”

South East England

August 25th 1996







“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”



Mrs Parsons, or Sarah as she now insisted on being called, held up a folded piece of paper and waved it at James. They had met for drinks several times since the infamous sexual escapade at the end of term, always during one of James’ visits home from University, and he couldn’t remember her ever being as excited as she was tonight. Every time they had met it had been a fantastic night: full of laughs, saucy conversation and an ungodly amount of flirting, but much to James’ frustration no evening had ever ended in any kind of physical interaction. She always dressed fairly modestly for their ‘dates’, but James knew what kind of body was unjustly hidden underneath her layers of clothing and desperately wanted to familiarise himself with it again – but Sarah would never entertain his suggestions of after-drinks intimacy. She had spelled out exactly why during their very first date after the shower incident.



“It will never be as good,” she lamented. “We both know that. It was wish fulfilment. I got to seduce a naive and inexperienced student and you got to fuck the teacher you had fantasised about for 5-odd years. We’re never going to top that. And I want to remember it for what it was. And I do remember it James; an awful lot.”



So did James. He had enjoyed a couple of sexual encounters during his first year at university, but nothing as amazing as that first time, and with no one as stunning as Sarah – certainly no one as well-endowed. He was still a shy young man, not the cocksure kind of bloke that could easily flirt with his fellow students and get glamorous stunners into his bed. He had managed to charm a couple of bookish girls into several bouts of sexual exploration, and he had enjoyed them very much, but the image of Sarah’s cum-soaked breasts sitting below the filthy look on her face was a hard one to shift, and every sexual tryst paled in comparison. James had shared these frustrations with Sarah at their meetings, and she had even admitted that her sex life had felt a little tame since their erotic coupling, but she was adamant that casual sex would tarnish the memory of their realised fantasies. James just had to settle for the incredibly intimate chats they had instead. But it was at their most recent get-together that Sarah had hit upon an idea that she thought could recapture the magic of James’ incentive list.



“I was thinking about what you did – you know with your list,” she said enigmatically.



“What about it?”



“It was nothing to do with the grades, was it?”



“What do you mean?”



“Well I feel a bit stupid for not thinking of it like this before, but you didn’t use the incentive to see my tits to get a good grade, did you? You used the excuse of needing a good grade to talk me into showing you my tits. You basically thought up a very clever plan that offered the slim possibility of making a fantasy come true.”



“Well I thought if I had just asked for a titty fuck after school one day, you might have refused,” James intoned with mock seriousness. Sarah guffawed in response.



“But that’s the thing, of course I would have. Refused, I mean. In that scenario I would have thought you were a total creep, I probably would have felt I had to tell someone, I would have been panicking about my career… I mean I wouldn’t have just been able to let that stand.”



“Fuck. Well I’m glad I didn’t do that then.” James felt a little sobered by the assertion. Sarah seemed to notice his unease and held out a warm hand for his own to clasp.



“But in your absolute genius,” she continued, “You created a scenario that kind of made sense. That felt safe. That was actually kind of sweet and adorable. The whole thing could be denied or refuted or ignored… well right up until the point I tit fucked you in the shower room, anyway.”



“What are you getting at?” James wondered out loud.



“You made your fantasy come true. With a lot of thought and a bit of ingenuity, you came up with a plan that actually made it come true. And I’m thinking maybe we could engineer a few more.”



James pondered what she was saying for a short moment.



“Well the fact that it was your fantasy too probably helped,” he offered.



“Sure, I met you halfway. But you came up with that plan all on your own. If there’s two of us – two horny geniuses; one boy, one girl – we could come up with some of our own, couldn’t we?”



“Why do we need to come up with clever plans to do stuff with each other?”



“We don’t, you idiot.” She slapped him upside the head with a beer mat. “Like I said, it would be easy to go back to mine and fuck each other, but that’s not the fun part…”



“I think it would be pretty fun.”



“It would be pretty fun, but it wouldn’t be amazing. You know what made our session in the shower so amazing?”



“The anticipation.”



“Exactly! The anticipation! I was thinking about ‘results day’ from the moment you gave me that list. I fantasised about holding up my end of the bargain a hundred times over. And the feeling of your plan coming to fruition, of us reaping the rewards of all your twisted little machinations…”



“Alright, steady on. So what specifically are you suggesting?”



“Let’s write another list. Of fantasies. Of things we’ve always wanted to do that maybe we can’t do with a girlfriend or a boyfriend. Things like… you know, getting a tit fuck from your teacher. You write one, I’ll write one; we’ll compare notes, try to work out ways of… you know… making them come true.”



As they continued to chat James slowly started to acknowledge the potential rewards of having a filthy partner-in-crime that he could collaborate with to fuel their respective fantasies. They went their separate ways with James’ head full of new sexual possibilities



Over the course of the next seven days, James became almost obsessive in concocting the contents of his list. His fantasies before his encounter with Sarah had been almost entirely dominated by situations involving his beloved teacher, but in the following year he had imagined and masturbated to a much greater variety of mental scenarios. He found that his solo activities were far more satisfying and enjoyable when he imagined situations that were grounded and within the realms of possibility. Picturing him seducing Phoebe Cates into an indecent act on a tropical beach was stimulating, sure, but not all that plausible. Catching a busty flat mate undressing in their shared accommodation was much more feasible – and therefore more of a turn on. Sarah’s proposed evolution of the incentive list was perfect for him, because it demanded feasible scenarios that could be engineered with a little guile and planning. James’ dirty mind went into overdrive as he imagined all the sordid things he could accomplish with the help of a willing and like-minded female accomplice. The ideas came thick and fast. And so did he, on an almost nightly basis.



————



“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”



Sarah could hardly contain her excitement when they met a week later. James was embarrassed to see that he had several pages of A4 paper covered in ink compared with the one neatly-typed page in Sarah’s hand, but was nonetheless eager to swap notes.



Sipping on her large glass of wine, which James had managed to secure at the bar before an erection had taken hold, Sarah carefully studied the list, occasionally smirking, occasionally letting out sounds of approval. Sarah’s list made for equally stimulating reading. A dozen different scenarios were simultaneously bouncing around in James’ head and three times as many possible ways to help bring them to fruition for his filthy companion. James wasn’t stupid; he knew that the more instrumental he was in making these fantasies a reality for Sarah, the harder she would work to do the same for him. He figured it was his turn to do her a favour considering the treat that had started all this, but Sarah refuted the logic.



“You came up with the first plan. My turn to come up with one for you,” she insisted. James wasn’t about to persuade her otherwise.



“Anything catch your eye?” he asked.



“Explain this one to me a bit more”.



Sarah lifted the second page towards James and held a perfectly painted nail against James’ fifth entry on the list titled ‘fake masseuse’.



“I went on holiday last year with my parents,” began James. “Just after the exam results actually. A very nice resort in Spain. And they had this hotel spa where I booked a massage. And it was really full on and intimate – I was completely naked under the towel and this woman was rubbing almost every inch of me with oil.”



“Mmmmm, was she hot?”



“No, she was about 50 and had a moustache.”



“Oh.”



“But the point is, after I had finished I saw another woman in a towel go into another room for a massage and she really was hot. And a male masseuse followed her in! I remember thinking, ‘wow, if only I could get in with the spa staff and get them to let me pretend to be a masseuse’. I’d have waited until a foxy client came in and spent 60 minutes with my hands all over her. And she’s on vacation – she’s not going to know that I’m not staff!”



“Interesting…”



“Of course I’m not trained. I’d probably be found out after 10 minutes of rubbing the wrong muscles.”



“Not to mention the disproportionately large amount of time you’d spend on the tits.”



“Well yeah, there’s that too,” James acknowledged with a chuckle. “I guess I’d have to pace myself.”



Sarah pondered and was silent for a minute or so as James nursed his beer. Finally she looked up and fixed him with one of her trademark dirty smiles.



“A plan is forming,” she declared cryptically.



The conversation then moved on to other entries in the list and eventually onto the intriguing fantasies typed by Sarah. They chatted and drank and flirted well past closing time, the landlord seemingly rewarding them for their custom by leaving them be and letting them order from the bar long after the pub had closed – what the British lovingly call a ‘lock-in’. The seeds they planted in each other’s minds that evening would bear sensual fruit for many years to come.



———–



A little under two weeks later, James received a call at his parents’ house where he was staying for the summer while they cruised around the Mediterranean. He desperately hoped it was Sarah – he hadn’t heard a peep from her since the lock-in and was desperate to share his thoughts about her list. But the youthful, slightly posh voice on the other end of the line was wasn’t hers.



“Oh, hi there. Is that James?” said the young woman in an upbeat, genial tone that immediately sat well him.



“Er, yes it is. Who’s that?”



“My name’s Emma. I was given your number by Sarah Parsons. I’d like to book you in for a massage if I can?”



James froze. Usually so good thinking on his feet, he had a minor panic attack at being so woefully underprepared for this opportunity.



“Oh I’m sorry, I’ve got the wrong number haven’t I?” she offered.



Faced with the fear of letting this chance slip through his fingers, James’ brain finally kicked into gear.



“No no. You’ve got the right number. Sorry, the receiver was playing up. Did you say Sarah Parsons?”



“Yes, she was eulogising about her sessions with you so I thought I’d book one too.”



“I’d be happy to. Emma, I don’t have my diary with me right now, would you mind if I called you back later today to arrange a time?”



“No of course not. Sorry, it is a bit early isn’t it? Have you got a pen?”



James jotted down her number and promised to call back as soon as he could. She gushed with thanks and put the phone down. James replaced the receiver and stood in shock for a while before being startled back into lucidity by the phone ringing yet again.



“Hi James, it’s Sarah. Thought I’d better give you some warning that you might be getting a phone call from a lovely young lady in the next few days.”



“You’re a bit late. I’ve just got off the phone with her now.”



“Oh Shit, have we blown it?”



“No, I blagged it. Told her I’d call her back when I found my diary. Who is she? What did you tell her?”



“God she’s keen. I only gave her your number this morning. Call her back and tell her 7.00 Wednesday evening at the nurse’s office at our school. I’ll fill you in on the rest later. Meet me at Gino’s for lunch.”



James returned Emma’s call and confirmed the appointment, careful to avoid engaging her in conversation in case he contradicted whatever Sarah had told her. In the brief exchange she sounded bubbly and sweet and James started imagining what she might look like.



————



At a local Italian cafe later that day, Sarah went through the details and revealed the extent of her planning.



“You know this running club I do with some of the sixth formers at Percy Forks?” she began.



Sir Percival Faulkner’s school for girls was located just a short way down the road from James’ old school. Another private establishment for well-to-do brain boxes, the two academic establishments were separate entities but they often collaborated in subjects such as music, drama and in some sports.



“Oh God, how old is she?” James queried.



“Don’t worry, she’s 18. Just finished her exams. Bit worried about university I think… interacting with all those young men after 7 years at a girls school.”



Sarah gave James a trademark fruity look. He was intrigued.



“Go on,” he said.



“Well, we all meet to go running about twice a week, and I’ve got to know some of them quite well. We even go out for drinks after the evening run sometimes. The ones who are old enough anyway. And I’ve been mentioning this wonderful guy who gives me a full body massage every once in a while. That he’s young and sweet and training to be a physiotherapist and is offering cut price massage sessions to help him practice and train. That he’s not yet qualified or experienced enough to do deep tissue techniques, but that it’s such a relaxing and sensual hour that it really doesn’t matter.”



“That is absolutely genius,” James marvelled.



“And you got a whole-hearted recommendation from me. I mentioned you to all the girls I thought you might be interested in getting your hands on, but this girl Emma was the only one I gave your number to.”



“Why her?”



“Well, first off she’s got a body I really think you’ll appreciate rubbing oil into. I’ve checked her out in the changing room showers, and I think I’ve got a pretty good idea of what you’re into. But mainly it’s because of the way she reacted when I subtly suggested the more ‘sensual’ aspects of the massage. I think she’ll be, shall we say, a little more receptive to your touch?”



James was developing a crushing erection just hearing about this.



“We need to set up the first aid room to be more like a spa. I can do that. Candles and a tape player and stuff. We’ll wheel the recovery bed into the centre of the room. It’s like a massage table anyway, the mattress is so hard. It’s height adjustable too.”



“Outstanding. You’ve really thought of everything.”



“One more thing. I told her that you would ask her if she would rather you avoided massaging her buttocks and breasts. Figured it would make you sound more professional and also give you an opportunity to read the situation; see if it would be appropriate for your wandering hands to do their thing. But I wholeheartedly recommended that she let you. Said it was the best part.”



“Paint a bit of a picture for me. What’s she like?”



“I don’t want to say too much in case I build her up. Let’s just say tall, lovely long brown hair and tits bigger than mine.”



That final bit of info elicited an audible moan from James’ throat. Sarah giggled, pleased that her machinations were yielding the desired results.



———–



On the evening of the massage, Sarah met James at his old school. Despite it being the summer holidays, the main building and a select few sports facilities were kept open and maintained by a skeleton crew of administrators and cleaners. The main building, which housed the nurse’s office, was essentially deserted and would be locked up at 10.00 – plenty of time for James to indulge his fantasy with his unwitting, if not unwilling, customer.



Sarah showed him to the first aid room and was knocked out by the effort she had put in to decorate it appropriately: dozens of tea lights gave the room a soft, dimly-lit glow; relaxing classical music played at a low volume via a cassette player; and a burning incense stick filled the space with a flowery perfume. The adjustable bed, usually something terrifying-looking with a plasticky mattress topping a multitude of folding legs and wheels, was now an invitingly cosy table of white cotton and linen in the centre of the room.



“Right,” said Sarah, clapping her hands together. “You brought the oil?”



“About 10 different varieties,” responded James, holding up a heavy plastic bag as proof.



“You’ve done your homework about towel positions and stuff? What to ask and how to start?”



“I think so.”



“Great. Well have fun.” She indicated his black track suit bottoms and tight-fitting black T-shirt with a waft of her hand. “You certainly look the part. I’ve got some work to be getting on with. I’ll pop by after your ‘appointment’ and take you to the pub. You can tell me all about it.”



————



It was 7:05, twenty minutes after Sarah had left him, and James was worried he was going to be stood up. He was considering leaving to find his old teacher in the building when a bundle of hair and energy come exploding through the door of the nurse’s office.



“I am sooo sorry,” the young lady gasped, before catching her breath and addressing James with a much more assured if slightly too loud voice. “I don’t know why I thought the medical room would be in exactly the same place as in our school, but I went there anyway. Got lost. I’m Emma, pleased to meet you.”



James shook an outstretched hand and quickly examined the young woman it was attached to. Certainly tall, she stood a good few inches over him even in just her trainers. Her face was open and beaming and James couldn’t decide what was smiling more; her full lipped mouth or her large brown eyes. She was fixing him with such an intense yet happy gaze that he couldn’t avert his eyes from her face to examine her other attributes. She had golden brown skin and not much make up except for a huge amount of eye shadow, which only served to make her eyes look bigger. She was incredibly pretty, like a fashion model but with a rounder, friendlier face.



“Hi, I’m James. Don’t worry this place is like a maze. I’m amazed you found it at all.”



“Well Mrs Parsons did tell me but I’ve got a rubbish sense of direction. Where shall I put these?”



Emma held up the two bags in her hands and hyperactively looked around giving James a brief opportunity to look at her body. Sarah hadn’t been lying about her breasts; even buried under several layers of thin material and a hefty bra (judging by the thick blue shoulder strap on show), their ample nature couldn’t be disguised. She was not as slim as, say, Sarah Parsons, but she certainly was not overweight in any way. James imagined that her frequent running had given her a decently toned physique. He was about to find out first hand.



“Just pop them on that corner chair over there.”



As she turned away from him to deposit her belongings, he could see how long her straight brown hair was, the ends almost obscuring her behind. Her ass was not small but was incredibly round and pert. Some women, James noticed, simply had a place where their thighs met their back in a rather nondescript fashion. This was not the case with Emma – she had an ass! And a fucking good one. She turned around and swept her long straight-cut fringe away from her dark fluttering eyelashes.

“Right,” she puffed, before slapping her hands against the sides of her thighs and fixing James with an expectant stare. “Where do you want me?”



James gave her a warm smile and checked out her clothed body for the final time. He could feel his cock stiffening in his pants.



“We’re all ready to go in that room there. You can go in now and I’ll give you a few minutes to undress – you can just hang your clothes over the back of the chair. Lie face down on the table with a towel covering you, and I’ll join you in a moment.”



“Do I keep my knickers on, or should I be completely naked?”



James was slightly taken aback by the utter lack of coyness displayed.



“It’s entirely up to you. Some clients prefer to keep both their bra and knickers on, others like to be completely nude. So whatever you feel comfortable with.”



“OK great,” she said, and headed into the first aid room, gently closing the door behind her.



James was glad she entered as swiftly as she did, aware that his growing erection would soon be visible through his jogging bottoms. As he waited outside he wondered if he should have been more prescriptive, insisting she was totally naked. No, it was best that he gave her every opportunity to signal any discomfort. If he went back in and she was wearing her underwear underneath the towel, he would know that this would be a more subtle titillation for him and that he should avoid any direct sexual contact. That would be fine, he thought. It would be enough to stare at that semi nude body and rub his hands near and around her assets. He might even be able to persuade her to remove more clothing. His erection reached full capacity thinking about it. To disguise his arousal he reached into his joggers and pulled his erection up and slightly out of his briefs, using the waist band to hold it flat against his pelvis. He then secured his joggers further up his torso to cover the top of his erect cock sticking up out of his underwear. He took a deep breath, and approached the door of the first aid room, rapping on it gently three times.



“I’m ready,” came the distinctly calmer-sounding voice on the other side.



James entered to reverential silence as the music had reached the end of the tape. All that could be heard was the crackling flames of the candles and tea lights. He closed the entrance behind him and locked the old fashioned door with the brass key sticking out the keyhole, before placing it on its hook on the wall nearby. On the table in the middle of the room Emma was lying face down as instructed. A towel covered the area extending between her lower back and her knees, and James was ecstatic to note that her back was completely bare. She had tied up her long trusses in a messy bun revealing her broad shoulders and tanned athletic body. And underneath her honed torso he could see the sides of her massive breasts squashed between the surface of the table and her ribcage.



James attended to the cassette player and found himself standing right next to the chair where Emma had draped her clothes. Two items particularly caught his eye: the generously cupped blue bra and the non-matching pair of white cotton knickers. She was completely naked under the towel! James felt some precum ooze out of the tip of his cock; the pressure of the elasticated waistband was doing little to abate its sensitivity.



“It’s so peaceful in here,” Emma offered, her voice now hushed and calm.



“That’s the idea. We want you to be as relaxed as possible and just enjoy the next hour.”



James saw that Emma’s head was turned in the opposite direction and quickly succumbed to the temptation to pick up her bra and examine the label. She was a 36DD. James knew that it was inevitable that at some point in the next half hour he was going to ask Emma to turn over and catch a glimpse of the biggest tits he had ever seen in the flesh. More precum escaped.



As the music restarted Emma sighed with approval and lifted her dangling arms do that she could rest her chin on her hands. James quickly replaced the bra and approached the table, picking up a bottle of massage oil and another large cotton towel on his way. He stood over his ‘customer’ and took a deep breath, examining her smooth freckled back. Raising her head to rest her chin on her hands had caused her body to lift ever so slightly off of the table, and the sides of her breasts could now be seen more clearly. The flesh peeking out from the edges of her torso was more ample than he could have imagined, and it required a mental check to stop him reaching out and touching there straight away. Instead, he tried to act out his role as professionally as possible so as not to arouse suspicion (if nothing else).



He gently pulled the towel Emma had already covered herself with down slightly, so that it covered the majority of her legs and stopped just above the roundness of her buttocks. He then placed the second towel he had gathered over her back, covering from the neckline to the small of her back.



“Did Sarah explain that I don’t do deep tissue massage or sports massage at the moment?” he offered.



“Yes, she said you were still training. That you just did relaxation massages. Sounds perfect. I just want to unwind and enjoy being pampered.”



Perfect answer. James felt he might be able to push this innocent massage further when the time came. But not yet.



“I’ll start on your back. Let me know if I’m using too much pressure or not enough. The more we communicate the more enjoyable it will be for you.”



James folded the top towel away from him, revealing the left side of Emma’s back and the generous excess of breast flesh underneath. Keeping her hands at the top of the table, she turned her head to the side away from his gaze, allowing him to ogle the modestly presented yet still – underneath all that white cotton – butt naked young woman lying below him. He poured some oil into his warm hands and began firmly stroking her back with his lubricated palms. He explored every inch of her exposed form with strong strokes, the slippery oil allowing him to really engage with and manipulate her body.



“Mmmmm, that’s lovely,” croaked Emma.



James decided to be more bold. He began rubbing oil in purposeful circles into the skin on her sides, just below where her left breast was squashed and partially on display. He then started taking long passes down the entire side of her body with his fingers, ensuring that his finger tips brushed against her side boob with every alternate stroke. As a means of testing the waters, it was a success. All Emma did was sigh pleasurably. After several minutes he replaced the towel and folded it the other way so that he could administer to the other side of her back, and the edge of her right breast. They were small, subtle touches, but the way the flesh yielded under his slippery fingers was joyous. 15 minutes had passed and he was now getting unbearably horny with an overwhelming desire to see and feel more of her body. James knew that a professional masseuse would probably now cover the back and spend a good portion of time on the backs of the legs, but he was impatient. He wanted to be stimulated further and was keen to find out how far he could push things with Emma. He moved to the other side of the table, where the towel was double folded over her back, and lifted it up high enough so that it appeared he was trying to block his view, but low enough that he could actually see the right side of her body.



“OK, if you’d just like to lie on your back for me”, he tried to calmly ask, although the dryness in his throat may have betrayed him.



“Sure,” came the hushed response.



Emma propped her body up with her elbows and began to twist around. However, for the entire manoeuvre she fixed James with an intense yet friendly stare. He couldn’t catch a glimpse of anything without her seeing exactly where he was looking. In his peripheral vision he got the impression that a magnificent pair of tits were just an ogle away, but he couldn’t break eye contact. James was trying to read the look in her eyes. It seemed playful; almost as if she was thinking ‘I know exactly what you’re up to’. Well if she did, she didn’t seem too upset about it. Her back now resting fully in the table, James replaced the towel so that it sat just below her neck. He positioned himself at the top of the table, looking down at her face. She was just as pretty upside down. Now was the moment of truth.



“Some female clients prefer that I avoid touching their breasts. It’s entirely up to you. If you don’t feel comfortable about it I can avoid massaging that area altogether.”



Emma looked into his eyes with an ambiguous expression for what seemed like an eternity, before smiling.



“No, I don’t mind. If it’s a full body massage I might as well get my money’s worth. “



“Great,” came James’ unfortunate reply, as he let a fraction of the erotic anticipation that was welling inside of him escape into his words. He mentally admonished himself for such an unprofessional response, but Emma simply smiled knowingly and closed her eyes.



James took a silent deep breath, and ignoring all the modesty techniques that he knew a proper masseuse would incorporate in this scenario, peeled the top towel down to reveal Emma’s naked chest.



It was a sight of utter sensual beauty. For starters, the usually unflattering effects of gravity were seemingly absent. While her breasts were undeniably large, her 18 year old body had bestowed upon them an almost supernatural firmness that caused them to maintain a semblance of shape and pertness even though she was lying flat on her back – there weren’t even distinct lines of cleavage. Then there was their shape – perfect circular domes of smooth golden brown flesh, centred with two generous dark pink areolas. And to top it all off, two large, puffy nipples; bullet hard and pointing to the ceiling.



James wanted to grab them immediately, but managed to restrain himself and instead worked on Emma’s shoulders. With frequent glances downwards to make sure her eyes were still closed, he took in the sight of those majestic tits. As he manipulated the skin around her décolletage, he could see them move in response, and this only fuelled his already insane levels of arousal. The precum was softly pumping out of his cock on an almost constant basis, and he could feel the area around his pelvis getting cool with the resultant stickiness.



Another look down and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Emma staring directly at him.



“Can I ask you a bit of a personal question?” she sweetly enquired.



“Er, sure,” came the weak voiced response.



“Do you ever get turned on massaging a woman?”



James wasn’t sure how to play this. The instinctive response would be ‘Yeah, I’m aroused right now’ but James couldn’t predict how that would go down. He decided to remain coy.



“No, I’m just focussing on the techniques and the muscle groups and the job I’m doing. It’s like a medical appointment. You couldn’t do it if you thought of it in that way.”



“I suppose,” she pondered, her eyes again closing. “So looking at me topless doesn’t turn you on?”



“You have to maintain a professional boundary. But talking about it doesn’t exactly help.”



“Sorry,” she said apologetically.



James’ reach began to extend further down her chest, his fingers beginning to explore the very tops of her breasts. Emma giggled to herself.



“What’s funny?” asked James, terrified he was the butt of some embarrassing joke.



“Nothing. It’s just I’ve been fighting boys away from my tits since I was 14. I’ve never let a guy touch them even once and now I’m paying one to do it. I just think that’s funny.”



James took her relaxed tone and candid language as a sign that he could be more adventurous. He took another bottle of oil and trickled some of its contents over Emma’s breasts, aiming the sweet smelling lubricant so it landed on and around her nipples. The coolness made her take a sharp intake of air. James distracted her by furthering the conversation.



“Surely you’ve had a boyfriend or two that were allowed?”



“Never really had time for all that. Always working. Always studying. And daddy was always a bit strict when it came to going out. Never really got to socialise with boys much. Not nice ones, anyway. “



“Well I’m sure University will change that.”



And with that casual remark came the culmination of Sarah’s planning and James’ fantasy. He leaned over as far as he was comfortably able and put both his hands directly on top of her amazing tits. She sighed as he firmly circled his palms over the entire surface of her 36DDs, spreading the oil all over. He had been too generous with the lubricant and the cups of his hands were making slurping noises as the oil was distributed, the excess dripping down her sides and onto the cotton underneath her.



The breasts were incredibly firm and despite being bigger, didn’t even yield as much as Sarah’s. He started wondering if they were perhaps implants, as he had heard that fake tits maintained their shape more than natural breasts, but considering Emma’s description of her upbringing, discounted this theory immediately.



James explored every curve and square inch of the tits he was groping. The tips of his fingers investigated underneath the sides and he even lifted them slightly from her chest to apply some oil where her midriff gave way to her magnificent bosom. All the while the palms of his hands were being stimulated by her ever-hard nipples. Even the eventual warmness of his oily hands wasn’t causing them to relax, and he delighted in feeling the turgid tips slide across his sensitive palms. The mixture of textures – the soft yet heavy flesh; the rough hard nipples and the silky lubricant – was making it hard for James to resist going further. He took the thumbs and forefingers of both hands and lightly pinched each nipple, tweaking them to an even more erect state whilst coating them in oil. Emma gasped.



“Is that really a massage technique?” she whispered. James evaded a direct answer.



“Do you want me to stop?” he countered.



“God no,” came the enthusiastic response. James was ecstatic. He literally had her in the palm of his hand.



Emboldened by her attitude James moved around to the side of the table to examine her tits from a different angle. He then reached out with his right hand and forcefully squeezed her oil soaked right breast. Emma moaned approvingly. The facade of a professional massage was fading fast, especially when James started flicking her nipple with his thumb before running delicate circles around the areola.



Emma then raised a hand, ostensibly to adjust her hair, but with such an exaggerated motion that she was clearly trying to achieve something else. And indeed, on the way up, her hand brushed against James hidden erection, knocking it free from the grip of his waist band. She fired a cheeky grin at him that reminded him of Sarah.



“You ARE turned on,” she challenged, but in an adorably sweet way. James looked down at the protrusion of fabric over his groin and sighed.



“With certain clients it’s sometimes hard…”



“It certainly is!” she interrupted with a giggle. James offered one more ‘get out’ for her.



“Should I stop?” he feebly offered.



“I think you probably should,” came the disappointing reply together with a hearty laugh. She then continued with a softer, hushed tone. “But I don’t want you to.”



She gave him a nervous look finished with a shy half smile. James still had her lubed-up tit in his grasp. He gave it another squeeze, causing her to grin and close her eyes.



“Why don’t you work on my legs for a while?” she suggested. “It’ll give you a chance to calm down.”



James dutifully complied, but not with the intention of calming down. The professional nature of the session now a distant memory, James left her glistening tits exposed as he moved down to the foot of the table and peeled the lower towel upwards, revealing first her ankles, then her calves, her knees and most of her thighs. He stopped short of revealing her crotch, but had a feeling she would be happy for him to expose it in due course.



With a fresh squirt of oil he began covering her right leg with a layer of lubricant, sensuously caressing underneath her knees and along the inside if her thighs as he did so.



Emma’s breathing rate was increasing, noticeable both through her breathy sounds and the rise and fall of her chest that James was keeping constant tabs on. He concentrated his attention on her thigh, spreading his fingers firmly around the muscle and up into the area near her crotch where the towel was barely covering. Indeed, the more he pushed his fingers northwards, the further the towel was displaced. Emma was keeping her legs very close together, and James started to worry he was pushing this girl too far in a direction she might not want to go. If she hadn’t even let a guy touch her breasts, she was clearly a virgin. Maybe this exploration towards her pussy was a step too far. Then James noticed something that might have explained her reticence – the inside of her thigh was lubricated at the very top, but it wasn’t with James’ oil.



“You’re turned on too,” James whispered.



“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice,” said Emma, who, much to James’ delight, began to part her legs to show the extent of her horniness.



The cotton towel she was lying on was absolutely soaked with her juices. James took the implied invitation to push his hands further up the inside of her leg towards the source of her wetness. He could now see where her round buttocks met the table, and the engorged lips of her labia. They glistened with sticky appreciation. James removed the last vestiges of her modesty by pulling at the towels and letting them slide off of her body. Emma didn’t flinch. She had a subtle round belly that complemented the curves of her hips and, of course, her breasts. Just below was a generous but well trimmed patch of dark brown pubic hair. James gently parted her labia with two of his fingers. This did elicit a reaction; a squeak of excitement and perhaps trepidation. James paused in case there was an objection, but none was forthcoming. And so he slowly and deliberately sunk a finger into her tight, wet pussy. A loud cry of pleasure escaped from Emma’s mouth – it was the kind of cry that almost sounded like a wince of pain and the contortion of her face did little to convince otherwise. But the broad smile that followed let James know she was far from hurting. He plunged his finger in further, as far as his hand would allow. His digit displaced more silky liquid from her cunt and it erupted with a satisfying squelch onto his hand.



“Oooooh fuck, yes… “Emma moaned, writhing her pelvis and pushing down onto the digital intrusion.



James withdrew and then slowly entered her again, this time with two fingers. Emma gripped the towel she was lying on as if it were a lifeline and her body stiffened. She threw her head back and opened her mouth to give a silent scream. James kept his fingers inside her moist cunt and started massaging her engorged clit with his thumb. Emma was whimpering now, and as she involuntarily jerked her body, her tits finally moved in a way that befit their massive size, flailing around on top of her chest like two jellies on a shaking tray. The sight of her animated breasts meant James could no longer abstain from pleasuring his own body, and put his free hand down his pants, greeting his precum-soaked erection with an enthusiastic grip.



“Play with your tits,” he gently ordered. Emma looked down at him and then at her own oily breasts with a look that suggested she had forgotten they were even there. She released her grip on the table and moved her hands to her chest, taking advantage of the lubrication still present to apply a series of tight-looking squeezes to her oily tits. With each enthusiastic grip, the slippery flesh of her breasts spilled out of her fingers, ready to be retrieved by the next stroke of her hand. The sensation must have enhanced her pleasure because she was now producing high pitched grunts in time with James’ manipulations. Not since his encounter with Mrs Parsons in the shower had he managed to get a woman so close to orgasm so quickly. He decided to go for it.

As Danielle slept that night she had ravenous dreams. She envisioned a train of the frat boys ploughing away at her pussy, one at a time, in missionary position. Guy after guy, unrecognizable faces, mounted her and entered her, thrusting away, pawing at her breasts, until they unloaded on her face. She took it like a slut, reveling in the attention. When she found Russell, she had been looking for a real man, and if there is one thing she could say for this group of frat guys, they all knew how to fuck. At least she dreamed they could.



When the sunlight flooded into her room at 7:30am, her eyelids flickered she quickly found herself back in the real world. She tried to move her hand to the sheet to shield her eyes from the invasive luminescence, but they were stuck. She peered up the corners of the headboard, where she saw her wrist cuffs secured in place. In a panic, she began squirming, and soon realized that her ankles were cuffed to the corners of the bed frame, leaving her spread eagle, lewdly displayed for anyone who walked through the door.



What else she realized, and she was surprised that she did recognize it sooner, was a sticky substance laced all over her breasts. She immediately identified it as cum. When she gasped, she realized that there was some caked on the corners of her mouth as well. The more she observed, the more she found: her cheeks, her neck, her stomach…she must have been the victim of a mid-night bukake, she thought.



As she resigned herself to her situation, she looked around the room, taking inventory of her environment. For the most part, the room was pretty plain: white walls and drapes, very little furniture, a recliner in the corner. The wall opposite the window, though, caught her eye. She saw five pictures on the wall, and recognized one: it was the picture of her in profile with her mouth wrapped around Russell’s cock, the one that had been sent to her as part of the blackmail package. Beneath it was her name, Danielle, with a single gold star beneath that.



As her eyes focussed on the other pictures and names, she realized that they were the four girls that had helped initiate her last night: Jenna, Sarah, Michelle and Andrea each with 10 gold stars beneath them. Danielle assumed that each of them had been subject to the same treatment that she would receive this week, and, after each new deviant act, they received a star. Danielle looked at the row with her gold star and followed it across to “Anal Fingering.” She knew she was in for a long week.



As she was reading the other challenges on the wall, the door opened and Jenna entered. She stared Danielle up and down, her spread pussy and cum-covered body, and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Good morning, sunshine!” she chirped. Danielle asked an obvious question,” What happened last night?” “Oh, no big deal,” Jenna replied. “Three of the guys could not wait to get their hands on you, so they came up here, tied you in your current position, and took turns with you.” Just as Danielle suspected.



“And I just slept through it?” Danielle asked. “You were clearly exhausted, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t enjoy it. You spent the whole half hour moaning like a whore. You came at least twice!” Danielle blushed. Was she being serious?



Jenna walked around the bed unclasping her locks, and told her to get up. Once Danielle worked her way to her feet, Jenna pointed to the sheets, just below where Danielle’s ass had rested. There was a giant wet spot there. “You squirted,” Jenna said. “You squirted as three guys had their way with you while you were passed out. Can you say ‘slut?’” Danielle wanted to run and hide somewhere, but she knew it was not an option.



“Lets get you cleaned up,” Jenna said, taking Danielle by the hand and leading her to her bathroom. Danielle followed her into what appeared to be her private bathroom. Jenna turned the knobs of the shower, regulating the water for Danielle. “Listen,” Jenna said, “I am the most recent convert here, and I know what you are about to go through. The other girls are going to be mean, but in private, I will try to be nice to you. OK?”



Danielle smiled in appreciation. It would certainly help to have someone coach her through this week. “Thank you,” she said. “Get in the shower and rinse off that ejaculate,” Jenna encouraged. Danielle stepped into the steamy shower, letting the water cascade through her hair and down her body. She felt the semen melt away from her, the heat reviving her senses as she made herself sudsy.



“Jenna?” she called through the shower stall. “Yeah?” she replied. “I am nervous about the anal. Is it terrible?” Jenna giggled. “What was it like last night, with just the finger?” she asked. “It was uncomfortable, it felt tight, but not all together painful.” “Well, once you get a cock in there, it will feel the same way, but amplified. Painful at first, but it really just heightens your erogenous zone, and usually makes your orgasm more extraordinary. Basically, if you can survive the first five minutes, you will be a fan for life!”



Danielle was skeptical, but was at least somewhat relieved to hear this. Jenna told her to keep showering, and that she would be right back. A few minutes later, Danielle heard Jenna reenter the room. “Lets go, I will help you warm up,” she said. Danielle stepped out of the shower and into the towel Jenna was holding out to her. Steam filled the bathroom, keeping her warm as she toweled herself down.



When she was all dry, she turned towards Jenna, who was smiling and holding a plastic syringe. “Trust me, this will help,” she said. She instructed Danielle to kneel and place her chest on the floor, ass in the air. Danielle complied, preparing herself mentally for what was about to come. Jenna pressed the tip of the syringe against her sphincter and through into her ass. Danielle felt next to nothing, a sign, she thought, that she was still loose from Sarah’s finger.



Jenna unleashed a stream of saline solution up Danielle’s ass, refilled the syringe in the sink and did it again. “Just wait there for a few minutes, then sit on the toilet and relieve yourself. Once the pressure swells, you will know it is time. Let me know when you are ready.” With that, she left.



Danielle stayed in her obscene position for five minutes, and then followed Jenna instructions thoroughly. When she flushed, Jenna came back in, with some guy Danielle did not know but assumed was a frat guy. “Don’t worry,” Jenna said, “He is not going to take your anal cherry now. He is going to help me help you enjoy anal, though.”



In her left hand was a tiny vibrator, and she unveiled it to Danielle, who took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “On your hands and knees,” Jenna said, a bit more forcefully than Danielle expected. Danielle turned and knelt back on the ground, head near the toilet, ass facing her observers. Jenna stood over her and slid the vibrator into her ass with little resistance. It was tiny enough to slid in easily, another relief to Danielle.



Jenna flipped it on remotely, and Danielle jumped in shock. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as the guy knelt behind her and cupped her ass in his hands. In an instant, his dick found her slit and pushed into her wet pussy. He put his right hand between her shoulder blades and forced her chest down to the floor, the same position she was in when Jenna gave her the enema.



“Danielle, you should know that the boy you are fucking is a senior in high school, looking to pledge here this year. If he does you well enough, I will pass a good word on to Russell.” Danielle was stunned, and concerned that it was not even legal to be with a guy this young. She opened her mouth to complain, but upon hearing that this was an audition, the guy started pounding her harder.



He slammed into her hard, forcing her further up the floor, wedging her shoulders between the toilet and the wall of the shower. The boy grabbed her anal vibrator with two fingers and moved it in and out of her, matching the motion of his cock. Danielle lost herself in the sensation, and felt her climax approaching. Jenna whispered something in his ear, but Danielle could not make it out.



He increased his speed, plunging into her sopping, juicy box until it was gushing like a slip and slide. Despite being pinned against a toilet, this high school kid had Danielle on the verge of orgasm. The obstruction in her ass did not deter her. In fact, Jenna was right. The anal stimulation was making was causing the throbbing in her clitoris to amplify.



Jenna pushed the boy’s ass hard, and with Danielle stuck in her spot, he bottomed out into her pussy. Danielle screamed and bucked her ass as she came with an explosion. While he loved the feeling of her warm cunt around his dick, he had to obey Jenna’s whispered command. He pulled his dick and the vibrator out of Danielle and stood, jacking his cock above her. Danielle worked her way to her knees and watched in disgust as the kid unloaded his sperm on the toilet seat.



“Clean that up, bitch!” he barked at her. Danielle looked at Jenna, seeking consult. She shrugged and offered “You are the maid!” Danielle turned back towards the toilet seat. “Use only your mouth,” the boy said. Danielle was on the verge of tears, humiliated on so many levels. Not only was she about to lick a stranger’s cum off a toilet seat, but this stranger, who had just fucked her, had only spoken eight words to her, ordering her to do so.



She lowered her mouth to the largest wad of cum and slurped. The salty mayo spread over her tongue and filled her cheeks. She closed her eyes and laid her tongue flat on the seat, trying to mop up the flecks that remained. She was able to get most of it, with a few strands falling into the water beneath her. The guy grabbed her hair and held her in place as he looked at Jenna. “Good enough?” he asked.



“Above and beyond,” she answered. “I will put in a good ward with Russell.” He let go of Danielle’s hair and walked out without a word. Danielle was gasping deep breaths on the floor when Jenna turned her attention back to her. From beneath the sink cabinet, she withdrew bathroom cleaner and paper towels. She left them at Danielle’s feet. “I will be back in an hour. Make sure you are clean, and that this bathroom is spotless. You have another test in the afternoon.”



Danielle looked at the clock on the wall. 10am. This was going to be a long week.



…..



When Jenna returned, she was pleased with Danielle’s performance. The bathroom was spotless, and Danielle had done her hair in a manner that showed effort. As there were no clothes to prepare, it was all she could do. “Very nice,” said Jenna. “Let’s go downstairs.” She attached a leash to Danielle’s collar and led her to the main room of the house, where at least half of the guys in the house were watching a game on TV.



The whistled and hooted at them as they continued into the kitchen. There were trays of food laid out all over the place. “This afternoon, you are to serve this food to the guys. You are to constantly be in the room with a tray in hand. You are to let the guys do whatever they want to you, and obey their command. OK?” “All I have to do is serve food for now?” Danielle asked. “All you have to do is whatever they want. Got it?” Danielle nodded.



Jenna handed her the first tray, crudite, and pushed her into the TV room. Danielle was keenly aware of all the eyes on her, and knew that there was nothing she could do to hide herself. She was surrounded by guys, and they would see her if they wanted.



At this exact moment, Danielle decided to try and enjoy herself. After all, there did not seem to be any sex in the plan for this afternoon. Maybe she could use this as a gateway to enjoy exhibitionism. She walked over to the closest guy and suggestively bent towards him, proffering the vegetables to him. As he met her gaze and picked up a carrot, and dipped it into the sauce. Before she went onto the next guy, Danielle turned and eyed the guy behind her, staring squarely at her ass and pussy. She could practically feel her asshole winking at him, having had it stretched by Jenna earlier. She blushed, and smiled a wry smile.



Flipping her hair, Danielle straightened herself and moved on to the next couch. She repeated the motion with the next guy, who was staring madly at her hanging tits. With a mischievous grin, he brought the cream cheese dip to her nipple and gooped it onto her breast. He then took a stick of celery and rubbed it along the inside of her cleavage, and put it in his mouth. Danielle giggled, even though she thought this was stupid.



She made her way around the room, enduring mild groping and prodding from the guys. It was harmless, she reasoned, and allowed herself to get into it. When she made her way to the last guy, who had ben the one ogling her ass while she was with the first guy, he had an evil grin. He took two carrots from the tray and asked her to turn around.



Danielle had an idea of what he had in mind, but dared not protest. She turned, and at his urging leaned forward a little, exposing herself to him. He stood and presented both carrots, side-by-side, to her mouth, and told her to open wide. She opened her mouth, and he forced the vegetables onto her tongue. “Now close,” he insisted. She did as she was told.



He slid the carrots seductively in and out of her mouth, a crude euphemism, and tried to get them moist in her saliva. After about thirty seconds of this, he sat back on the couch, facing her ass. He pulled at her thigh, implying that she should spread her feet a little more. Danielle opened her legs and braced for the invasion.



He brazenly put a finger right between her slit to expand her opening, and slide one of the carrots inside her. He had no trouble working it all the way in, with just the green sprouts sticking out of her. Danielle gasped as she felt yet another phallus exploring her depths.



By now, no one in the room was watching the game, and all eyes were on the beautiful brunette suffering at the hands of their fraternity brother. With an evil grin, he spread her ass and placed the tip of the other carrot inside her sphincter. The vibrator had loosened it to the point that he could ease the tip in, but from there, he met resistance.



Danielle closed her eyes and slowed her breath as she felt him try to push deeper. Her tray started shaking in her hands, which gave the guy an idea. “If anything on that tray falls off, you will submit to tit torture tonight.” Danielle nodded in understanding, and altered her grip in the tray, securing it tightly.



Her conquerer continued his assault, jamming her anal carrot halfway inside her. Danielle rocked forward on her tip-toes, but held the tray in balance and sank back to her heels. The guy left it like that for now, and started easing her vaginal carrot in and out. He let go of the carrot in her ass and started massaging her clit.



“Come on, baby,” he mocked. “Let a couple sticks of carrot get you off. We want to see you come at the hands of a pair of veggies.” Danielle was embarrassed beyond belief, especially as she started to feel juices emerge from around the carrot in her pussy. The guy pinched and pulled at her clit, causing her to leave her mouth agape in awe. She held onto the tray for dear life, keeping it level in fear of whatever “tit torture” he had planned.



Her knees started to shake as he brought her close to the edge again. Danielle was afraid to think about it, but it would be the second time today that she would have cum in a submissive, humiliating position. But before she could think too much about it, he got it out of her.



Danielle screamed out loud as her orgasm rocked her body. Her knees gave way to the point that she was almost squatting, but she managed to keep the tray level, not spilling a thing. The boy looked over her shoulder at it and admired, “Good Job,” he said. He then brought his right hand down, palm extended, onto her ass carrot, driving it the rest of the way in in one thrust.



She had done all that she could up until that point, but in her weekend state, she could do nothing to stop the inevitable. She fell forward, the tray practically flying out of her hands towards the middle of the room. She landed on her hands and knees, and stared ahead of her, at the mess she created.



“Oops,” said her assailant. “Tonight’s entertainment will be Danielle’s Breast Abuse,” he proclaimed. The crowd roared their approval as Danielle fought back tears. Jenna took Danielle back into the kitchen to help her prep the next tray. “That was unfair,” she said in an effort to comfort Danielle. “Take my advice, and leave the carrot in your ass. Might as well take advantage of this and get used to the feeling. You will thank me later.” Danielle sobbed and agreed, taking the next tray into the assembly.



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That night, Danielle found herself in the same room, on her knees in the middle of the floor in front of every inhabitant of the house. Chris had laid out some tools of the trade, as it were, to intimidate Danielle and increase her anxiety. He took her wrist cuffs and pulled them behind her neck, attaching them to her collar. Danielle did not even know that this was a possibility, but knew that it as once her hands were locked behind her head, her gorgeous globes proudly announcing themselves to the room.



After she was secure, the boy brought out a ball gag. “We all love seeing you endure this torture, but hearing you scream can really make a guy go limp. Think of this as your muffler,” he proposed as he pushed it between her lips. Danielle opened wide and took it, not wanting to piss him off. He locked it behind her head.



Standing behind her, he leant over her and gripped each of her tits in his hands, squeezing them harshly. “MMM,” he admired. “These are just about as good as they come. We are going to have fun with these.” He moved to his table of implements and returned with two leather straps, each with notches in them like miniature belts. He lifted her left breast in his right hand, admiring its heft, and wrapped the belt around it at the base. He pulled it as tight as it would go and clasped it in place.



After repeating the process with the other, he stepped back and admired her beautiful form. Her tits extended painfully from her chest, already a lighter shade of red from the blood that was trapped from circulation. He picked up a riding crop and started running it over her breasts. She looked down in horror in anticipation f what he could do. Even if she had the nerve to protest, her ball gag was preventing anything but strings of saliva from escaping her mouth.



He gently raised and lowered the crop on her right tit, wanting to hurt her but not to leave any permanent marks. Danielle assumed that he had done this before, as he seemed to be an expert. He gently but firmly hit every square inch of her breasts. No single shot hurt her, but the accumulation of all of them created a loud, stinging sensation. She wanted nothing more than to hold them and caress them.



After she was significantly red, he hit each of them with a newfound fierceness, and Danielle screamed six loud screams into the room, muffled as they were by the gag. As her breath quickened to help ease the pain, the guy put down the crop and undid the belts on her tits. As the blood started running through her veins, the stinging increased. She moaned in pain as she could do nothing else to help her cause.



The boy came forth with two nipple clamps attached by a chain. The clamps had rubber padding, at least, and Danielle realized it was not anyone’s intent to scar her permanently. Still, she anticipated great pain from this. She had never wished that he nipples were not aroused like she did right now, but they had betrayed her, easy targets poking away from her.

“Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written.”



(Many thanks for your comments and votes throughout the year. Happy Holidays!)




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Trish asked me to come to Diane’s (her girlfriend) party Friday night. I agreed, although I didn’t know anyone.



We arrived at Diane’s house around 9:30 PM. You could hear the rhythmic base bump of the latest DJ a block away. Luckily, Diane friend lived outside the city limits.



The entire two-story house was dark, save for the occasional black light or hand held strobe light used to enhance what I later learned was the ‘rolling experience.’



There were at least forty people downstairs as Trish and I walked through. Everyone seemed messed up already.



When some guy asked me if I needed ‘party favors’ I laughed and sarcastically exclaimed, “Nooo…it’s not New Year’s Eve!” The guy just nodded and walked away.



Trish and I were given beers by a friend of hers. We sipped on them as we mingled around.



At some point, I thought I swallowed something. I immediately attempted to clear my throat, but whatever it was – was long gone.



I looked at Trish and her at me. We realized simultaneously that we had been played – that whatever it was we had swallowed, was probably XTC.



Trish and I walked around some more, not knowing what to do. When we saw a stairs, we decided to explore.



The first thing we saw when we reached the top, was a guy lying on his stomach, on a sofa. A pretty Spanish girl with long, straight black hair, with her pants unzipped, was sitting on him. She appeared to be massaging his back as she ground her pussy into his ass. (Trish later told me her name was Lydia.)



Guys and girls were littered all over, on the floor, chairs. Some couples were also dancing erotically. It seemed everyone was high and/or intoxicated.



Trish and I wondered down a hallway and opened the first closed door, we came upon. Although the room was dimly lit, we could tell it was a bedroom. A woman was lying prone on a queen size bed and she appeared to be completely naked!



Curious, we approached her. After only two steps, Trish said, “I think that’s Diane. That’s her tat…on her butt.”



I’d never see Diane naked, but I’d have to be blind not to have noticed that she had a superhot body. She had long, blonde hair, a perfect set of C-cups, and an ass that came down into an upside down heart. Diane also had an incredibly flat stomach.



When we got to the bed, Diane looked up at us. Trish and I stood there for a second looking down at her. I could tell from the blank look on her face that whatever she saw – didn’t register.



As we continued to look at each other, Sis and I began to feel a tingling in our fingers and toes. Before we knew it, our shoes were off and we were grinding our toes into the carpet.



About a minute later, Diane grabbed our hands, and spoke to us through clenched teeth. “Hi guys. Would you please rub my head?”



It seemed that her jaw was shaking, a sure sign that she was deep. I obliged her and began gently rubbing my hand through her soft hair. Diane’s body immediately began to gyrate in reaction to the waves of pleasure that she was feeling.



I must admit, Diane’s reaction turned my high up a lot. I really wanted to make her feel good, so I ran my free hand under her soft breasts, causing her body to gyrate even more.



Trish already had sat down on the bed and was caressing Diane’ sexy butt cheeks. She did not even notice what I was doing.



I decided right then and there I wanted Diane, despite the fact I wasn’t sure she had any idea what was going on. Like me, she was only reacting to her sensual feelings.



I began kissing and lightly sucking on Diane’s neck. She smelled like sandalwood and I really liked that.



Suddenly, Diane seemed to realize what was going on. She partially turned on her side and then smiled when she recognized Trish.



“You’re late lady.”



Trish smiled back and responded, but not verbally. She simply leaned forward as she cupped Diane’s breasts with her hands, and began kissing her light-brown nipples.



Diane’s eyes opened wide for a second, but then she quickly seemed to disappear into a very pleasurable world. She began sighing and smiling with closed eyes as her hips writhed with pleasure.



Diane ground her pussy into the bedspread for another minute or so, before she slowly turned over onto her back and spread her shapely legs. Her small, rounded labia formed an alluring, tightly closed, hairless cleft.



I don’t know how long Trish and I stared ’til I broke my gaze and looked back at Trish. She was still staring.



I slowly leaned over and whispered in Trish’s ear. “Go ahead…she’s so hot. No one’s here.”



Although Trish shyly shrugged her shoulders, Diane heard me and said, “Yes. Do me, Viking!”



Hoping to encourage Trish, I spread Diane’s legs, slipped my forefinger into her moist pussy, and wiggled it around. Diane instantly began to moan and squirm, and within seconds, she was really wet.



I quickly withdrew my finger from Diane’s pussy and slowly directed it to Trish’s mouth. Although Trish’s lips waivered, she opened her mouth.



After Trish tasted my finger, she began sucking it as if it was my cock! My balls immediately tightened and then throbbed so hard that I grabbed them with my left hand.



When Trish saw my reaction, she smiled, released my finger, and then positioned herself between Diane’s silky, smooth thighs as I unzipped my pants. My hard cock was begging to be released.



At first, Trish timidly licked Diane’s hot pussy. However, when I massaged her shoulders, she relaxed, and began to concentrate.



Trish knew what to do. Using the flat of her tongue, as well, as the tip, she quickly made Diane’s pussy open, like a beautiful blooming flower.



I was unable to resist, the gorgeous, naked, heaving, female body. I began to kiss and suckle Diane’s titties.



The stimulation Diane was receiving from Trish and I quickly overwhelmed her. She began emitting very loud, passionate moans.



Apparently, that was the signal Trish was waiting for. She made an ‘O’ with her mouth, planted it over Diane’s clit, and began alternating sucking pressures, along with tongue stimulation.



Eventually, I had to stop sucking on Diane’s tits. She not only grabbed her nipples and began tugging on them; she began bucking her smooth, pubic mound erratically against Trish’s mouth.



Knowing Diane was on the verge, Trish began sucking her clit as if it were a cock. Diane raised her hips and began hollering, “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!”



It did not take for long for the fireworks to go off after that. Liquid just poured of Diane’s pussy as her body convulsed and jerked on the bed.



When Diane’s orgasm subsided, Trish leaned down and shyly whispered in my ear, “Can you do me?”



I was so proud of Trish — that she could make a woman cum so hard like that, I energetically responded, “Heck ya!”



With a super big smile on her face, Trish motioned for me to lie down on the bed as she whipped off her sweats and shoes. She then climbed up on the bed, positioned her cute, little butt just above my face, and unhesitatingly, lowered her ass down.



My mouth watered as soon as I smelled Trish’s pussy. I automatically knew she was wet and sticky and that I would soon be wolfing down her delicious pussy juice.



I was surprised, though, when I pulled her g-string aside, it was soaking wet and so was her asshole! No wonder the poor girl needed immediate relief and she wasn’t the only one – my cock was rock hard.



“Oh my fucking god,” Trish gasped as my tongue fluttered around her slick anus, searching for her opening.



“Yes! Eat my asshole! Suck it!”



When I found her prize, I quickly worked my tongue into her hot asshole and then smugly smiled as I plastered my mouth tight around her anus. I knew she loved analingus — just as much as I loved eating her scrumptious ass out.



Trish’s pussy juices were soon streaming onto my face as she humped her soft ass against my mouth. I simply loved the way she determinedly maintained the glorious contact between her spasming anus and my tongue.



About two minutes later, Trish had one hard orgasm. She emitted a series of small cries and then her voice broke as her rectum spasmed and her thighs closed around my head, forcing my mouth over her flowing pussy.



Trish’s ‘faucet’ had been turned on. Somehow I managed to swallow all her cum, without choking.



“God!” Trish exclaimed when her orgasms subsided. She then collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily as a pretty, black girl stumbled into the room.



This girl appeared even more trashed than Diane. She was a beauty, too. She had large doe like eyes and long, straight black hair. She was wearing a pair of flannel shorts and a sports bra, which barely held her ample breasts in place.



As I continued to stare at her mouthwatering breasts, the black girl asked, “What are you guys doing? Sorry. Can I just lie on the bed with you guys?”



I nodded and she plopped down. I thought her luscious titties were going to spill out over her flat stomach when she stretched out.



Diane looked over at her and said, “Hey Tracie. How ya feeling…good?”



Tracie smiled weakly, nodded, and replied, “You’re naked.”



Tracie’s facial expression then turned wistful as she placed her hand on Diane’s smooth butt cheeks and softly rubbed them. Diane didn’t seem to notice, so Tracie laid down on the bed.



I thought are little session was about to break up, when something jump-started Tracie. She rose up, reached around her back, and unsnapped her bra.



“Can I can bring these to the party.”



When sweet Tracie unveiled her double D’s and her big brown nipples, I wondered if she knew she was surrounded by a pack of wolves. She had to be aware of the hungry looks her curvy ass and ample chest were receiving!



As I imagined jamming my cock down Tracie’s throat and then cumming all over her pretty, sweet face, Trish began rubbing Tracie’s shoulders. It did not take long for Tracie to become putty in Trish’s hands.



When Tracie’s eyes closed, both Diane and Trish gently cupped a large, beautiful, brown breast in each of their small, white hands and lowered their drooling mouths onto Tracie’s enticing, erect nipples. They nursed on Tracie’s big as dates nipples like starving babies.



Tracie readily surrendered to the erotic pleasure of the blondes’ tender mouths lustfully suckling her sensitive teats. Breathing heavily, she leaned back, pulled her shorts down a few inches. My eyes bugged out when she began rubbing her bald, black pussy.



“Eat me,” she moaned. “Eat my black pussy. Please…”



Although I had never ‘gone down’ on a black girl, I decided to do it. How often did a guy have a chance to eat black and white pussy on the same day?



I crawled between Tracie’s long legs and as I began kissing her chocolate thighs, I was surprised at how smooth and tender her skin felt against my lips. I was pleasantly surprised, again, when I lowered Tracie’s shorts and began gently sucking on her wet labia. Her pussy smelled and tasted remarkably sweet, that I was glad I went for it.



After heartily lapping Tracie’s pussy for a proper amount of time, I softly took her delicate, pink button between my teeth, and rolled it back and forth, before sucking it. I thought Tracie was going to go through the roof. She violently began flinging her head and arching her back, startling the nursing girls and me.



As we looked down at Tracie, we could see the orgasmic shivers running across her ample chest, as she reached her arms out for us. Tracie was completely surrendering her beautiful, black body to whatever pleasure, the three of us deemed appropriate.



Our lust went sky high when Tracie gave herself to us. We nibbled, kissed, coated, and bathed her mouth, tits, and pussy with our saliva. We were sucking her into wanton ecstasy.



As I slobbered over Tracie’s delicious genitalia, I felt her nails dig into my back. When I looked up, her arms were wrapped around Trish. They were kissing.



I quickly turned to Diane. She smirked as she reached out and grabbed my cock. She squeezed me hard and then gave me a stern look.



“Start with me…finish what you started…that goes for your girlfriend, too!”



Diane then rolled over on her back and spread her sexy legs. I quickly took my shorts off and mounted her.



I pushed my cock into her pussy a little, too, hard. Diane moaned so loud that Trish and Tracie stopped kissing to look.



“Kiss her,” I said to them. “It will really…”



Tracie’s tongue was in Diane’s mouth before I could finish the sentence. Even Tracie managed to crawl over to attend to her.



Although I was fucking Diane softly, I could still see a little pain registered on her pretty face. I knew the look. My big cock usually bottomed out in younger women and quite a few were not comfortable with that.



I turned to Trish and said, “I got her warmed for you.”



Diane didn’t protest and neither did Trish. She eagerly went down, again, on her girlfriend’s hot pussy.



When I looked up, Tracie was staring at me. As I stared back, she looked down at my throbbing erection and began then began leaning back as she spread her legs. Apparently, she did not mind that it was wet with Diane’s pussy juices.



It took me a minute to work my cock all the way up Tracie’s pussy. She was much deeper than Diane, but much tighter. I was glad I had made her so wet.



I was also on the verge of saying something stupid, but I didn’t. I did not tell Tracie that I had never fucked a black girl.



I did not start fucking Tracie as soon as I penetrated her, either. I wanted to take a moment to enjoy the glorious smile on her face.



No doubt, she was luxuriating from the feeling of my hard cock throbbing in her snug pussy and from the sexual intensity of interracial and public sex. I sure was.



After taking a quick peek at Diane and Trish, I casually whispered, “Look at Diane and Trish…they are really going at it.”



Trish and Diane had taken it to the next level. They were eating each other’s pussy. Trish was also finger-fucking Diane’s elastic asshole, right in front of our faces!



The longer we watched Trish’s fingers work Diane’s pale, pink asshole the harder I got. Tracie noticed, too. She looked up into my face, hesitated a moment, and then asked, “Is that me or…”



“Definitely you,” I said confidently. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard…”



Tracie demurely smiled and said, “They’re turning me on, too… I never tried that… I wonder what it would feel like…”



I studied Tracie’s big eyes for a moment before saying, “I would love that! I’m certainly hard enough…”



By silent, mutual consent, we disengaged. I held my cock at the ready, as Tracie submissively rolled over.



As soon as I saw Tracie’s dark, perfectly round, gorgeous ass, I fell in love and then into lust, especially, when she reached back, grabbed her smooth, brown cheeks with her long, sleek fingers, and pulled them apart.



As soon as I saw it, I immediately knew I had to kiss her stretched, tight, purple-colored anus. I wanted to feel it pucker against my lips.



When I leaned over and began playfully running my tongue over and around Tracie’s anus, she giggled and wiggled her butt. She had no idea what she was in store for.



When Tracie’s anus was wet with saliva, I lowered my mouth and kissed it passionately. Since I did not break my kiss off quickly, I was able to feel her entire body relax as she deeply exhaled.



I was further rewarded when Tracie instinctively spread her cheeks even wider. She was indicating she wanted more; what she had never experienced — totally fulfilling, rapturous pleasure.



In no time, I was sliding my tongue into Tracie’s rectum. The deeper my tongue probed the more her ass opened for me, and the further her legs spread, ’til she was spread eagle.



The taste and smell of Tracie’s ass around my face was so intoxicating, that I ate her ass out as if it was the last meal I would ever have. I tongue-fucked her succulent asshole with long, slow thrusts as she pushed her ass firmly against my face.



Even before Tracie let out a long, low groan of release, I knew she was cumming. My tongue was so far up her ass, that I had felt her buttery insides begin to flutter and tremor.



Just as Tracie breathed, “I’m going to cum,” I inserted two fingers and my thumb into her spasming pussy and ass.



Tracie gasped in surprise and arched her back as she squeezed both her pussy and ass tight. She then shuddered and shook for a good minute before her orifices loosened their grip.



When Tracie invitingly spread her thighs wide, again, I knew it was time. I kissed my way up Tracie’s back, until I was in the push-up position over her.



Upon briefly pausing to rub Tracie’s pussy juices on my cockhead, I started pushing my cock against her anus. Tracie pushed back and then lightly gasped as my slippery cockhead popped into her.



I stopped penetrating Tracie after half of my thick cock was inside her. We both remained motionless.



Tracie was savoring her first anal penetration. For me, there was nothing like the feeling of entering a ‘strange’ ass for the first time.



As I began slowly thrusting into Tracie’s snug ass, with short, controlled strokes, she buried her face in a pillow and began moaning. I immediately thought I was hurting her.



I was about to pull back, when Tracie reached back and spread her cheeks apart. That’s when I really knew she really wanted it up the ass, just as much as I wanted to give it to her.



Sure, I was tempted to bang her nubile ass like a screen door in a hurricane, but I didn’t. Instead, I gave her pristine ass my most sensual ass fuck — well almost. Regardless, I was rewarded later on.



It was extremely erotic to see and feel Tracie’s tight sphincters grasping and stretching around my thick, white cock, as I slowly pushed all the into her rectum. When my heavy nut sack was up against her ass soft ass cheeks, I would slowly pull back. The return trips were just as enjoyable.



I also enjoyed the glimpses of Tracie’s tits gently swaying from the momentum of my thrusts. They were begging to be softly caressed and lovingly kissed.



Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before my senses were overwhelmed and gave way, without hesitation, to pure unbridled lust. My hard cock was beginning to swell, uncontrollably, and the pressure in my balls was building to an excruciating level. There was no backing down or easing up under these conditions.



I acknowledged the telltale, ecstatic, signals of an impending, monumental orgasm and proceeded to fuck Tracie’s asshole harder. I even moved my hips forward, mounting her ass higher. I wanted my engorged cock to be as deep as possible before it flooded her warm guts.



Tracie became just as passionate. She wantonly tossed her head about, gripping her full tits, as I pounded her butt. She let was letting me know that she welcomed my hunger to cum in her ass and the way my man-sized cock was fucking it.



After just a couple of more strokes, I agonizingly blurted, “I’m cumming. Squeeze…Tracie squeeze!”



Like my best girl, Tracie immediately arched her back and squeezed her twitching rectal muscles against my throbbing cock. When she wiggled her hips for good measure, I saw stars.



I collapsed on top of Tracie as my cock exploded, squirting sperm deep into her bowels. Unbelievably, Tracie helped me pump spurt after spurt of cum into her virgin ass. Her ass milked my cock every time it contracted, ensuring I would have an unforgettable orgasm.



After my orgasms subsided, we held still as our sexual organs continued to twitch. I for sure wanted to relish her freshly fucked, sperm-filled ass and revel in the pleasure that I would never, again, wonder what it would be like to fuck a beautiful, sensual, black woman in the ass.

With the musky aroma of our sweat and sex lingering in my nose, I smugly dozed off as I planted kisses on Tracie’s soft neck. I had earned a little catnap.



I was awakened when Tracie gently nudged me. When I drowsily opened my eyes, I saw Diane and Trish.



Diane was fucking Trish with a large strap-on dildo. She was riding Trish hard! The two of them looked like they were in a drug-induced, sexual frenzy.



“They’ve been going at it awhile… Looks like they’re really having fun, too,” Tracie whispered. Then with a demure smile she added, “You’re still hard… What do you think? You want to try my bottom, again? I’d like to try it one more time…but on my back.”



I nodded sleepily and then my eyes popped open. My cock was still in Tracie’s ass and it was semi-hard. I’d fell asleep on top of her with my cock in her ass.



As Tracie began to shimmy her smooth cheeks against my nuts and squeeze her sphincters around the cock, it dawned on me that the three girls were pretty tight knit. No one showed any concern or had any qualms about what the others might see or say as each acted upon her own sexual needs and fantasies. They had no inhibitions, that was for sure.



Proving that anal sex can be quite heady, Tracey gushed, “You like that, Baby? I’m gonna fuck you…’til you cum in my ass, again. My treat this time.”



Since I had already cum, I was going to last awhile. I simply held onto Tracie’s hips to steady her as she pushed her cushiony cheeks back and forth against my groin.



When I encouraged Tracie to keep pushing, she started to rotate her pelvis as if she was trying to screw herself onto my cock. It felt awesome.



Tracie’s soft moans soon intensified, when she moved her right hand down to her clit and then her left hand down to her pussy. I immediately felt her agile fingers bumping against her thin membrane and my cock as she vigorously finger-fucked herself.



By placing her hands on her vagina, Tracie’s arms forced her tits together, making them appear larger, as well, as accentuating her big brown, erect nipples. I immediately lowered my head and took turns suckling them, as if my mama was feeding my famished belly.



About a minute later, Tracie she clamped her legs tight around my waist, arched her spine, and as she raised her ass off the bed, let loose a startling cry. Trish and Diane even stopped fucking to look.



Tracie quickly recuperated from quick orgasm and was soon ready for another. She must have been seriously backed up.



“Faster baby! I wanna cum, again,” Tracie breathlessly gasped as she grabbed my butt with her hands, trying to pull me deeper into her ass. Oh, how her reserved demeanor had changed!



I was fucking her black ass as hard and as fast as I could when she came, again. This time she pinched and pulled her saliva coated nipples furiously as I continuously pounded her, through her orgasm.



As Tracie shook, moaned, and touched herself all over, I came, too. I euphorically flushed her luscious ass with even more cum the second go-round, as her hips bucked wildly against me.



Afterwards, as we lay in each other’s arms on the bed, panting, and sweating from our back-to-back butt fucks, a long sigh escaped from her lips. Tracie then looked at me and smiled, “That felt so good… She is so lucky…”



After Tracie’s post-orgasmic haze cleared, she leaned her head up, gave me a quick kiss, and then pulled back to whisper most earnestly: “I was kinda afraid of anal…I thought that it would really hurt. I’m so glad you did me…it was the most intense feeling ever. Your cock felt so huge…I could feel every nerve in my body explode…I could feel your cum spurting in me…”



“Don’t go nowhere.”



I returned her kiss and then got up to pee. I had an uncomfortable piss hard-on.



When I came back from the bathroom, I slipped back onto the bed, rolled Tracie back over, and nestled my face between her cheeks. Again, the intoxicating scent of sweat, cum, ass, and pussy wafted into my nostrils.



As I continued to stare at Tracie’s mouthwatering, sperm-bubbling, pink insides, Trish spread Tracie’s ass cheeks. Diane got into the act, too. She placed her hand on the back of my head, and lightly began pushing my head forward.



Trust me, I was extremely gratified that the two naked, beautiful, white girls were assisting and encouraging me to act upon my carnal cravings. Perhaps, they wanted to see me felch the striking, black girl’s ass – suck my huge loads of semen out of her reamed out rear end, just as badly as I wanted…



I took a deep breath, stuck my tongue out, and then pressed against Tracie’s wet anus. I was amazed to feel it pulsing. It was precisely in rhythm with her heartbeat.



After I had swabbed Tracie’s asshole free of semen, Diane coaxed, “Stick your tongue in. I want see your tongue all the way up her ass. I want see her empty her ass…”



I followed Diane’s instructions and began using my tongue like a spear. I pushed it all the way into Tracie, and then pressed my sucking lips as tight around her wet anus as I could. Tracie was soon moaning her approval as she slowly humped my face with her ass.



Eventually, Tracie’s asshole opened and my cum began pouring into mouth. It seemed like a dam had broken by way my mouth kept filling. The more I swallowed, the harder Tracie pushed, until she was cumfarting.



“Boy! Look at him suck the cum out of her ass. No inhibitions there. You’re a lucky girl, Ms. Trish.”



“Yup. He cums a lot it…like buckets.”



“He’s gonna swallow buckets, too!’



I didn’t hear Trish respond as Tracie let go a couple of noisy back-to-back wet sounding cumfarts. No more cum came out though.



“Sorry. I guess I’m empty now. You really filled my ass up,” Tracie shyly proclaimed as she reached behind her and felt around the rim of her gaping anus.



Before anyone else could day anything, Diane loudly said, “Double whammy time kids!”



The little perv then slide two fingers under my chin, straight into Tracie’s leaking pussy. As she began to work them, her other hand began softly lubing my butt crack.



After Diane thought she had relaxed me and she had, she effortlessly slid a lubed finger into my anus and began lightly stroking my prostrate with her fingertip. I couldn’t help but groan “Ooohhh” into Tracie’s ass as I spread my legs further apart, indicating don’t stop, I want more! Encouraged, Diane inserted another finger.



“Your horny boy will be ready in just a sec, Trish. Just need to get a little more lube up’em. Ya know…I kinda like fucking them at the same time…”



Diane then increased her efforts dramatically. She pumped Tracie’s pussy like mad as she energetically finger-fucked my ass, paying particular attention to my prostate. Both Tracie and I went from low moans to outright piggy-like grunting, as we wiggled our bottoms back and forth.



When Tracie’s pussy began gurgling, she arched her back and began bucking. I could no longer keep my tongue in her ass, especially, when her body completely stiffened.



“Aaahhh! I’m gonna cum! Oh…fucking…shit!”



“Let it go, Honey! Squirt! Cum for us!”



My face was just inches from Tracie’s spasming pussy as Diane gave her a few more lightning quick strokes, before rapidly withdrawing her fingers. Her timing was perfect.



Tracie flat out wailed as the fireworks began going off in her head. Her hips jerked uncontrollably as her pussy fluttered so rapidly, it was almost a blur.



Amazed, my eyes widened just in time for Tracie to splatter my face with her warm girl cum. I certainly wasn’t expecting her black and pink cunt to do that.



I quickly forgot about my facial, when Diane’s third finger went deep up my ass. I arched my back and wiggled my butt as I tried to adjust my stuffed ass.



Diane did not wait for me. She began rapidly butt-fucking me with her slender fingers, stopping only, occasionally, to make a few wide circular motions.



After I began deeply exhaling, Tracie and Diane tag-teamed me. As soon as Diane yanked her fingers out of my rectum, Tracie mounted me and plunged the dildo right into my wide open asshole. Diane then reached under me, cupped my balls, and began milking them in synch with Trish’s deep thrusts.



“I’m jealous, Trish. Big nuts…big cock…”



At some point, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. When I turned my head to look, I was shocked to see a long, black, semi-hard cock only inches away from my face. Its owner was clean-shaven, like me.



“I owe these guys for setting up the party,” Diane said. “Us girls need a break… Besides, we love to watch men play…with each other.”



As I looked up at Tracie, her dark eyes were gazing directly into mine. She had a curious look on her face.



I felt pretty awkward, vulnerable, and exposed and just because of Tracie. The black guy was watching a girl fuck me in the ass, as another girl milked my balls. On top of all that, both Tracie and black guy could clearly see I was enjoying both experiences.



“Go head,” Tracie obsequiously coaxed. “We know you’re a man. Suck’em! We wanna watch. Right Trish? You wanna see your boyfriend suck a cock?”



When I quizzically looked back at Trish, she gave Tracie a quick affirmative nod and me an almost imperceptive wink. I returned her nod.



As I turned back around, Tracie was already guiding the black cock to my mouth. I opened my mouth wide as she slid the head of his cock past my lips, until it poked at the opening to my throat.



In no time, the black guy was gasping as I deep-throated his cock. I kept working my lips, almost to the base, before pulling back, until he got to the point where he had to pull his cock out of mouth or cum.



As soon as he had withdrawn his saliva-coated cock, I heard some chuckling. I raised my eyes only to see a few more black guys standing around us, watching as they stripped.



When one of the black guy’s semi-hard, purple-headed cock sprung out of his drawers, Diane and Tracie nervously snickered. His cock was gigantic. It appeared to be over nine inches long.



Trish was completely oblivious now to what was happening around her. My ‘Dom’ girlfriend was on the verge of a major orgasm.



“Oh god! I feel it. I’m gonna cum…in his ass! I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”



As her ‘sister’s cheered and clapped her on, Trish began humping as if she was rabid dog. The dildo wasn’t that big, but my rectal muscles were spasming from Trish’s anal assault.



After Trish came, she fell limp on top of me, with the dildo still in me. She hugged me as rested on my back, catching her breath.



My vacated asshole was now gaping open like a garage door. I knew no horny guy would pass that grand invitation up. Tracie made sure of that.



“Okay. We wanna see that black…beauty fuck some man ass.”



There was no argument from the black guy. As he started to come around me, he stopped as if on impulse, turned to the girls, and proudly displayed his completely vertical, glistening erection.



“He can suck some dick!” he innocently exclaimed.



The guys smirked and the girls giggled as I desperately tried to erase the self-conscious look from face. My actions only caused more mirth.



Needless to say, I was somewhat relieved when the guy grabbed the base of his spear-shaped cock and walked behind me. I was glad he was going first. That purple headed cock was way too big – to go first.



This man’s cock was definitely shaped for painless, deep penetration. The cockhead was tapered and not nearly as wide as the shaft. In anticipation, I reached back, spread my cheeks, and elevated my ass for him. I did not have to wait long.



As soon as he grabbed my hips, he smoothly pushed his slick cock right through my dilated asshole. To my surprise he did not pause, he just kept going. I tried to clench his cock with my sphincters to slow him down, but I was not successful.



Seconds later, my head reared up, and my mouth opened to holler. The black guy not only had bottomed out in me, but he had grounded every last millimeter inside me – with a swirling pump. His slender cock had skewered my ass.



Apparently, my open mouth, like my vacant asshole, was too tempting. The bulbous, purple-headed cock quickly filled it.



After I calmed down, the guy’s developed a pleasing rhythm, which in turn allowed my stuffed orifices to please their cocks. I pushed my ass back on the long pole probing my intestines and pushed my face further down the thick monster impaling my mouth.



Out of curiosity, I looked over at Trish. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a soft smile, watching me get fucked as I had watched her, earlier.



I was spit roasted a good five minutes, before the guy in my ass began to gradually increase the intensity and speed of his thrusting. He didn’t slow down. He just kept on humping me faster and faster like there was no tomorrow.



He was breathing extremely hard, by the time he gasped, “I’m cumming! Ya! Aaahhh! Aaahhh.”



My ass was pumped hard, balls deep a few more times, before I felt the first large squirt, right below my belly button. I was shocked that he was in me so deep.



As with most males, his grunts were synchronized with each spurt. I began counting them as his warm semen filled my intestines; however, I was severely distracted by the time I had counted six.



When I felt my head being grabbed, I instinctively took a deep breath. I had been skull-fucked before.



Seconds later, my throat was being seriously battered as my face was continuously slammed into rippling abdominal muscles. Needless to say, I was very pleased when I felt his huge shaft swell significantly and then spasm. Even more so when I heard the guy growl, “My turn!”



Although I couldn’t taste his cum, I felt his warm ejaculations gushing down my throat. He quickly filled my belly with sperm.



I am not sure who gave me the greater sperm enema, but when the guy in my ass pulled out, his cum just streamed out of my gaping asshole and then down my thighs. Diane and Tracie vocalized their approval.



“Awesome!”



“Wowsers!”



When I looked up at the two girls, they were scooting over to stare at my gaping asshole. Trish just gave me a soothing smile, before reaching over and amorously stroking my head.



“Good job, Hon. You can dish it out and you can take it! I like that!”



The next guys up had no such concerns. They were hard and ready to go, thanks to Diane and Tracie, who had fluffed them as they waited their turn.



With their erect cocks bobbing and swaying, they turned me over onto my back, spread my legs as if I were a woman, and then pulled them up and over one of the guy’s shoulders. He immediately penetrated my slack asshole and began ramming his stiff cock up my soupy hole.



Not to be left out, the other guy straddled my chest. He rubbed his stiff cock all over my face before jamming it down my raw throat.



Although I was being spit roasted, again, my orifices had been loosened and their cocks were slightly smaller. They should have gone first, I wistfully thought.



The cock in my mouth came first this time. He pushed his shaft down my throat and held it there as he erupted. Not to be outdone either, his swollen balls spewed torrents of warm semen directly into my belly.



His orgasm triggered the guy in my ass. Although I could not feel him squirting inside me, I felt his warm mass of cum flowing into my bowels.



After both guys had withdrawn their cocks, the guy, with the biggest cock came back for seconds. This time he wanted some ass and motioned me to turn back over.



As he rubbed his cock up and down my wet and sticky butt crack, he told the girls, “Spread his white ass. I am gonna need it wide open…”



When Tracie spread my ass cheeks open, I felt so exposed, my face turned bright red. I could only imagine what the girls were thinking as they looked at my slutty, sperm-filled, gaping hole. I did not have to wonder long.



“Just relax,” Diane said. “Let him in…you know you won’t be sorry.”



Diane then leaned over the guy’s massive shaft, opened her mouth, and dropped some gobs of spittle onto it. Paying special attention to the bulbous head, she began rolling her fist around and around getting him even harder than he already was!



When Diane was satisfied with her lube job, she pressed the slick, plum-sized cockhead against my distended anus and began to push. I grasped the sheets with my fists as she bore down, and then grunted very loudly when my anus surrendered.



I felt as if Diane was shoving the fat end of a baseball bat up my ass. My re-actions, however, only helped Diane wedge the gigantic head deeper into my clutching anal canal.



I tried to remain completely still, but my legs would not stop trembling. My throbbing rectum was being cleaved one inch at a time.



After Diane had burrowed about eight inches of monster cock up my ass, she stopped. My rectum was strained to the max and I was sweating profusely.



“Okay. Nice and slow…big boy…”



As the black guy started to fuck me, I began to squirm and groan non-stop. He would go almost all the way in and then pull back, leaving just his big, fat, bulbous head in me. He did this countless times and each time it felt like my insides were being sucked out.



Diane really didn’t help matters when she incredulously exclaimed, “Can you fucking believe the dilation? He actually has that thing almost all the way up his ass.”



Challenged, the black guy arched his back and then drove his hips forward in a sudden, hard thrust, completely impaling my rectum. I yelped immediately and not from lust.



He then paused as I had done with Tracie. He took a moment to enjoy the view and feeling.



My asshole was spread wide. It was stretched to the limit like a thin, pink rubber band around the base of his enormous black cock, which was buried balls deep in my throbbing rectum.



When the black guy had seen enough, he began plowing me with short, quick strokes, withdrawing two or three inches before ramming back into my ass. He gradually, penetrated further and further, as my rectum loosened, ’til I felt his bloated cockhead was in my colon.



After a couple of more minutes, the black guy paused, again. This time he pulled all the way out of me and motioned for the girls and guys to look at my gaping anus.



Surprisingly, Trish bent down and encircled my gaping butthole with her mouth, before she stuck her whole tongue all the way into me and began to flutter it. The feeling was incredibly soothing. No one had ever tongued me like that!



Diane cracked everyone up when she said, “Better not fart!”



“That’s it,” the black guy said as Tracie stroked him. “Get my cock all lubed up for some power fuckin’. You know you want to see me breed him…maybe you, too?”



Just as I thought I could not take anymore, Trish pulled back to let Tracie slowly guide the lubed horse cock back up my relaxed, wet, and subdued ass. There was no resistance. His cock just slid right in, right to the hilt.



At first, the black guy slowly pumped my ass, in and out, with smooth, strong strokes. He had a nice rhythm going, but switched up when I began to grind my ass against him, after each stroke.



Leaving his cock completely embedded in me, he began twisting it around in a circular motion, ’til it began making loud sucking noises. My prostate was stimulated to no end.



His technique was so good that I couldn’t help but go into anal slut mode. I began to sway my hips from side to side, and then up and down to ensure continuous contact between my prostate and the colossal cockhead.



My pleasure senses were further tantalized when Trish scooted underneath me, pulled my throbbing cock back and down, and then engulfed it in her exquisite nursery mouth. It did not long for me to gasp, “I’m gonna cum! Shit!”



As soon as the black guy heard me, he plunged his cock all the way up my ass as far as he could, and then lightly wiggled his hips. Not that he had to, but he was certainly making sure I would not soon forget the feeling of his over-sized cockhead in my colon.

It had been a long, hot day in South Central Los Angeles and the A/C in the building where Cathy worked had been out since before noon and she had spent much of the day working on her computer with streams of perspiration running down her back and cleavage, soaking the back of her white, satin blouse and outlining where her bra cups stopped and the swell of her breasts rose out of the lace that strained to contain her round, plump “C” cup breasts.



The mid-fifty redhead was still very pleasant to look at and the guys in the warehouse enjoyed bringing paperwork to her when the A/C worked so that they could see if her nipples were sticking out through her bra and today, they came in to check out how her, now nearly see-through blouse. She really wanted to unbutton it a button or two so that she could get some airflow, but knew she couldn’t until she was on her way home.



“Bruce, I am stopping at the beach on the way home.” Cathy had told her husband when she called him on his cell as she left the parking lot at work.



“Okay, sweetie,” Bruce had said, “But keep track of the time so you aren’t too late. Remember we had some plans tonight.”



“Oh, I won’t be too late.” Cat had replied. “I am really looking forward to making love tonight.” The slightly plump woman had told her husband with smile that he couldn’t see.



“I just need to unwind a bit and you know how the sand and ocean relaxes me.” She continued as she pulled onto the 110 Freeway.



“I’ll call you when I am about twenty minutes from home, so that you can pour me a glass of wine. Bye for now.” She said to Bruce.



“Okay babe. I will check the wine cooler and see what we have. See you in a while. Love you.” Bruce had said as his wife hung up the phone.



Traffic wasn’t too bad for a Thursday evening and it only took Cathy about an hour to go the twenty-some miles to where she wanted to park on Pacific Coast Highway, just past the Seal Beach/Huntington Beach line. Deciding that she didn’t want to wait until she got home to have a glass of wine, she had stopped at a little liquor store and picked up a bottle of Pinot Grigio and a plastic cup.



She had unbuttoned her blouse down past her bra after she got in her car, trying to cool off and the clerk at the store had gotten and eyeful when she bent over to get her wine from the bottom shelf of the cooler. She paid for her wine, completely unaware why the clerk was smiling at her, then she headed on down the road, found the parking lot she wanted, and pulled in. She drove to the farthest end of the lot, where it was deserted, parked the car and got out.



“I think I still have a beach towel and chair.” She said to herself as she opened the trunk and rummaged around until she found what she was looking for.



She pushed the trunk closed and headed for the sound of the waves breaking on the shore. It took her a couple of minutes to cover the two hundred yards to the water and then setup her low chair and spread her beach towel out.



“Don’t see anyone around.” Cathy said out loud as she pulled the wine and plastic cup out of her beach bag and opened the bottle.



“Good thing I was a girl scout. She said to herself as she fished her cork puller out of the bottom of her bag.



The sunset was beautiful and Cathy took several pictures of it with her cell phone while walking, barefoot, in the sand right at the water’s edge. She wandered on down the beach for about a quarter-mile and then decided she better head home. She had drunk nearly half the bottle of wine she had purchased and, because she had missed lunch, was feeling a bit tipsy.



“Going to have to sit in the car for a bit before I drive home, so I better call Bruce and let him know I am going to be later than I thought.” The plump, slightly drunk woman said aloud.



“Hey baby, I am going to be later than I thought. I picked up some wine and am feeling a bit too tipsy to drive just now.” Cathy told her husband when he picked up the phone.



“Do I need to come get you?” Bruce asked his wife, with a tinge of anger in his voice.



“No, I’ll just be later than I had said I would. We can still bounce around tomorrow night.” She said, reacting to the annoyance she heard in her husband’s tone.



“Well, call me if you need me to come get you. Bye.” He said to her as he hung up.



She had picked up her towel and chair and started back to the parking lot as she was talking to her husband and was about half-way to her car as she put her phone away. Because she hadn’t had lunch and had drank half of a bottle of wine fairly quickly, Cathy was really feeling the effects of the alcohol and she was so distracted that she did not see the group of college kids walking towards her from the parking lot.



“Hey, lady.” One of the young men said to her as they got close. “What are you doing on the beach all by yourself?”



“Just heading back to my car.” Cathy said.



“Needed to relax after a long day.”



“Well, we know exactly what you mean.” One of the other guys said.



“We are gonna go have a few more beers. You want to join us?” The first guy said to her, as he smiled at the other guys with him.



“No thanks, I am just going to head on home and go to bed.” Cathy said as she started to walk around the group.



She could smell the beer and the aroma of pot coming from the group and decided that she better move on quickly, but the seven young men had spread out in front of her and she had to walk between them to get to her car.



“Hey, you got a nice set of titties for an older woman.” Said the guy closest to her as she tried to walk between him and the first guy she had spoken with.



“Thank you…I think.” The plump redhead replied as she attempted to move on.



“I think you should show us those titties. You know, like Marti Gras.” The first guy said, as he took Cathy by the arm and pulled her towards him.



“Let me go. HELP!” Cathy screamed, dropping her bag and trying to wrench free of the young man’s grasp.



“No, no, no.” Another of the guys said as he grabbed her by her left arm and put his hand over her mouth.



Cathy suddenly found herself surrounded by the group of young men and felt hands all over her breasts and ass as she struggled to get free. One of the men was now behind her holding both arms, while another kept his hand over her mouth and fondled her right breast through her blouse.



“I have got to see these tits.” One of the seven said as he opened the last three buttons on her blouse and pulled it open.



“UUMMHH! UUMMHH!” Was the only sound Cathy could make with the big hand over her mouth.



“What I can see is not bad, but I NEED more.” The guy said. “Let’s see what you got under this bra.” He continued as he grabbed the bottom of the bra cups and yanked up on them, causing her plump tits to fall free to the admiring smiles of the seven young men.



“DAMN! Those ARE nice titties for an old woman.”



The young man said to Cathy and to his friends who were moving in closer to get a better look in the increasing darkness.



“Get the blouse and bra clear off!” One of the other guys said as he licked his lips and stared at the plump tits in front of him.



“Look at how hard her nipples are! God, I want to suck those things.” The first guy said as he bent down, wrapped his hands around her tits, and inhaled Cathy’s rock-hard nipple.”



“UMMMM, UMMMM!” Cathy mumbled through the hand that was still clamped over her mouth.



When the men opened her blouse and removed her bra, the cool beach breeze had caused goose-bumps to rise all over the plump woman’s body, causing her nipples to become rock-hard and stand straight out from her breasts. She was trying to communicate with the group of men, but they wouldn’t let her speak. Finally, the one who seemed to be the leader of the group looked at her and said;



“Joe is going to take his hand off your mouth and Seth is going to let go of your arms. You are not going to scream or try to run, understand? Shake your head “yes” if you understand.”



Cathy nodded yes and the huge hand that covered her mouth as moved away and her arms were freed.



“Now, take off your blouse and your bra, so we can play with them gorgeous knockers.” The leader said.



“Please don’t hurt me. Please just let me go and no one will ever know about this.” Cathy said to the leader.



“Hey, she has a half-empty bottle of wine in her beach bag and it’s still cold. She’s been drinking ILLEGALLY on the beach.” Seth said.



“Who the fuck are you going to tell about anything WE do, when YOU been drinking in public?”



“Now, take off your blouse and bra, like Louie said, so we can play with your tits.” Seth continued.



Cathy slid her blouse off and then pulled the bra off, tossing both of them onto the sand next to where Seth had dropped her beach bag and stood there, naked from the waist up in front of seven college frat boys.



“My turn.” Seth said as he knelt in front of this woman who was old enough to be his mother, and buried his fingers into her right breast. At the same time, he took her left nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it with abandon.



A small moan escaped from the plumper’s lips as the warm tongue swirled around her bud and the lips formed a seal as Seth tried to suck the nipple to the back of his throat.



“Oohh!” Cathy moaned again as he switched breasts. “Ouch! Please don’t twist my entire breast. It hurts.” She said to the group in general as Seth twisted her left breast and tugged violently on the left nipple.



“Here, have some more wine.” The leader said to her as he handed her the plastic cup from her bag.



It was completely full and she knew he wanted to get her more intoxicated, so she shook her head no.



“Drink the wine.” He said with a hint of anger in his voice.



“Okay.” Was all Cathy said as she took the cup and sipped at it.



“NO! I said DRINK the wine.” The leader said, obviously beginning to lose his temper.



“Okay” Cathy said again as she tipped the glass up and drained it.



“Good girl!” One of the guys who had been silent said. “Now, have another.” He continued, handing her a full glass again.



“Okay.” Was her one word reply as she again drained the plastic cup that she had been given.



As she took the last drop of wine from the glass, something sharp stuck her in the ass, through her skirt and panties.



“Ouch, what was that? She asked, but got no reply.



She could feel the alcohol coursing through her veins and didn’t even wait for them to tell her to take the last glass they handed her. She was feeling very warm and her vision was getting blurry



“Hey, I think she should suck our dicks.” Joe said as he slid his shorts off, revealing his rigid seven inch cock. “Get her towel out and she can kneel on it while she sucks us off.”



“I don’t want to do that.” Cathy said with a bit of a giggle, as the wine and cool ocean wind caused her to nipples to get even harder than they had been.



“Who cares what you want. I want a blow job, so start sucking, bitch.” Joe said to her as he spread her towel on the sand and Seth took her by the shoulders and pushed her to her knees.



The rigid cock was directly in front of her face and she knew that pleading would do no good, so she put her hands on the young man’s ass and pulled him towards her, taking his throbbing cock in her mouth and sucking on it as her tongue swirled around it.



“Oh yeah, that’s it! Joe said as Cathy started a slow bobbing motion up and down the length of his cock.



“Fuck yes, this bitch is good!” Joe moaned as she began to move her head faster in an effort to finish him off.



“You like to suck cock, don’t you…Cathy.” The leader said to her, causing her to stop and look at him.



He was holding her driver’s license and was going through the rest of the stuff in her wallet.



“Nobody told you to stop, Cathy.” Joe laughed as he grabbed her by the sides of her head and drove his cock back into her mouth.



“I think I want to face fuck her.” Joe said as he began to thrust his hips, driving his cock ever deeper into Cathy’s mouth, causing her to gag as it hit the back of her throat.



“Umph.” Was the only sound coming from her as the young cock slammed into her mouth and throat while her eyes pleaded with him to squirt in her mouth.



“You never answered James’ question.” Joe said as he neared his climax.



“You like to suck cock, don’t you?” He groaned as he bottomed out in her mouth and his cock erupted in a shower of creamy white semen.



“Unhuh, unhuh.” Cathy moaned as the young college student bathed her throat with more cum than she had swallowed in a long time.



All the other guys had been watching in amused amazement as the fifty-something woman did her best to drain the cum from Joe’s seven inch cock. Her tits had been bouncing and swaying the entire time and one of the James had about decided he wanted to fuck her tits when Joe came in her mouth.



Grant had been staring at her ass as she knelt in front of them all and had decided he wanted to fuck it real hard. When Seth stepped in front of Cathy so that she could suck him off, Grant sat down in the sand behind her and started rubbing her firm, round ass through her skirt. By that point, Cathy was really feeling the wine and did not protest as Grant slid his hands under her skirt and began to rub her panty clad ass cheeks.



Seth was about the same length as Joe, but was much bigger around and she had a little trouble stretching her mouth around him.



“My, but you have a big cock.” Cathy said with a devilish grin as she looked up at Seth’s boyish face and licked the end of his cock.



“Damn, what was in that wine?” Seth asked James as Cathy slid her mouth over his cock and sucked on it as hard as she could.



“I dropped a little X in the second cup I gave her and I shot her in the ass with a nice tranq. We can do anything we want to her and she won’t tell anyone.” James said with a smile.



“Hey Joe, go get this bitch another bottle of wine. And bring a blanket when you get back, because this towel aint big enough for what I got in mind.” James called over his shoulder as Joe set off to get more wine.



Grant now had Cathy’s skirt and panties off and was nearly cumming on himself as he rubbed, slapped and bit her plump ass. The alcohol and drugs in her system had her oblivious to the cold night air and she was working on the cock in her mouth like there was no tomorrow and all she did was moan when Grant slid two fingers into her pussy and then stuck them into her asshole..



“OOOhhh.” She groaned as the fingers slid into her ass and then “Umph. Umph. Umph.” Each time she moved down the cock in her mouth.



“Oh my God. She’s taking me all the way down to the base of my cock. She’s burying her nose in my pubes. I have never had a bitch suck my cock like this before.” Seth said with a dreamy expression on his face.



Even in her drug and alcohol high, Cathy knew that Joe was about to cum and she sped up her bobbing to finish him off.



“Uummmmm, ummmmmmm, ummmmmm. Oh yeah baby, give it to me. Cum in my mouth.” The plump redhead moaned around the young cock she was sucking.



“Ohhh Shhiittt!” Seth groaned as his cock exploded into Cathy’s mouth.



She slurped and sucked on his deflating cock, trying to get every drop of juice out of it and as he pulled away from her Rudy stepped in to take his place.



“Thisss iss a verrry big peeniis.” Cathy slurred as the full effect of the drugs hit her.



“Hey guys, look what I found by that trash can.” Rudy said, holding up a few plastic clothes pins.



“Hold your tits up for me.” Rudy told Cathy.



“Okay” She giggled as she cupped both of her “C” cup breasts and held them up for Rudy to do with as he pleased.



“You need a little pain, don’t you, Cathy.” He said to her as he took her left tit in his hand and placed one of the clothes pins on her nipple.



“That hurts, please take it off.” She whimpered as he tugged and twisted on the plastic pin.



“NO!” Was his one word response as he took the right tit in his hand and clamped a clothes pin on that nipple.



“AWWHH.” She wailed as he twisted the pin he had just attached.



“Suck my cock.” He commanded Cathy as he sat down in the beach chair she had had with her.



“Okay.” She was all she said as she leaned down and took his nine inch dick in her mouth.



Her ass was now stuck up in the air and grant looked at it and said:



“Damn! I have to have it!”



He had already peeled his shorts off and he slid his cock into her pussy to get a little lubrication on it.



“She’s fucking soaking wet. The X is really getting her going.” Grant said as he pulled his cock out of her pussy.



The others could see the pussy juice glistening in the moonlight and all they could do was whistle.



“I am fucking this ass.” Grant said as he placed the golf ball sized head of his cock against Cathy’s asshole and pushed.



“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” She groaned around the cock in her mouth as the young man slid into her ass and bottomed out against her ass.



Grant took hold of the plump redhead’s hips and pulled his cock all the way out of her ass, then drove it back in again. His thrusting was getting more and more frantic as he battered her ass with is cock and hands. He reached under her and grabbed hold of her breasts, which were swinging and swaying as she bobbed on the cock in her mouth and he slammed his cock into her and grabbed both clothes pins at the nipples and squeezed down as hard as he could.



“AAWWWWWHHHHHHHHH! URUGHHHHH” She wailed as the pain in her nipples made its way through the drugs and alcohol in her brain.



“Stop. It hurts, please stop.” Cathy begged, only to have Rudy grab her head and drive it down on his cock again.



“Mummph. Mummph” She mewled as she was now being hammered between by Rudy in her mouth and Grant in her ass.



“Ahhh, fuck.” Grant groaned as his cock erupted in a series of eight spurts into Cathy’s ass.



“Oh yeah!” Rudy said as he shot his load down her throat.



As both men pulled their cocks out of the drugged plump woman, she fell over on her side and just lay in the sand.



“Hey guys, I got the wine for our guest and the blanket James wanted. I could hear you all from 100 feet away and it made my dick hard again. I think I want to fuck her cunt now.” Joe said as he walked back onto the gathering.



“No, my turn first,” James said. “As wet as her pussy is, I want that first and I damn sure am not going to eat it after you fuck it. So, spread the blanket out and let’s get our guest on it. Give her another glass of wine while we’re spreading the blanket out too.”



Joe opened the cheap wine he had bought and poured a glass for Cathy.



“Here you go honey, have some more wine.” He said as he handed it to her.



“I need some water.” Was her response.



“We aint got no water.” Joe said to her. “You’ll have to be happy with the wine.”



Cathy took the wine and drank it down, then handed the plastic cup back to Joe.



“You still have five cocks to suck, so get with it.” James said as he moved her into the middle of the blanket.



“Okay, then I can go home, right?” Cathy said,



“Yup, when we are finished with you, you can go home.” Came James’ reply.



The drunk, drugged woman tried to kneel but James stepped in front of her, took her by the breasts and forced her over on her back.



“Put your feet flat on the blanket.” James told her as he dropped down and spread her legs.



He grabbed her feet and placed the soles down on the blanket and moved between her legs so that his face was just an inch away from her pussy.



“Somebody stick a dick in her mouth, I don’t want her moaning or screaming and attracting attention.” James said.



Greg, who had yet to use her, straddled her chest and wrapped her tits around his cock, which was the biggest of all seven at nearly 11 inches, and spit into the valley he had created. He slowly stroked her cleavage with his enormous cock while moving its head ever closer to her mouth.

Chapter 1: Tied Up In The Woods



It was a beautiful day. The sun sat quietly above the distant mountain peaks, illuminating the trees around us with gold flecks. Mark was leading the way up the winding and twisted path. I smiled as I looked at his sweaty back. We’d been together for three years and he was just now trying a whole exercise kick to get in shape and feel better about himself, as well as keep me interested. He didn’t need it to have me. He was a great guy and always treated me well. He also was incredibly handsome. For a boyfriend I couldn’t ask for anything more. We met in high school and it had been love at first sight. I was fortunate to have found him so early in life. Lost in thought my shoe splashed into the water and I squeaked, jumping back.



Mark looked back with a smile and kept walking. I pulled the strands of blonde hair out of my eyes and kept walking, my mind wandering to the past once more. We were hiking up Mt. Hood. It was the middle of the week so it was quiet on the trail. The peak proudly stretched above us. As we turned the bend we came upon a nice overlook and decided to rest. I started stretching out, limbering up after the long hike so far. I knew Mark was checking me out, he was a guy and couldn’t help himself, so I went a little deeper, bending at the waist. The spandex shorts I was wearing stretched, giving him a great view of my full, round booty. I then intertwined my arms above my head; letting my 32 C breasts hang low in my white t-shirt. Mark loved my hourglass figure, even at a small 5’4. He showed just how much when his arms slid around my waist and he started to nibble my neck gently.



His hands drifted up to my breasts, massaging them through the sports bra, his fingertips twirling around my tits. I moaned slightly. Mark was the only man who I had had ever had sex with and he knew exactly what to do to turn me on. His hand drifted down into my spandex shorts.



“Mark! Right now, really?” He just kept kissing my neck. His hand massaged around my pussy, never actually touching. I ached for his touch; my clit was starting to throb. My t-shirt was pulled over my head and tossed on the ground. I tried to turn around and reciprocate but he wouldn’t let me. One hand continued massaging my breasts; the other inched closer and closer to my pussy. We stood surrounded by nature’s quiet chirps and sounds, two lovers. My spandex shorts were tugged down, a cool breeze blowing past my booty. I shivered despite myself.



“I’m not going to be the only one naked here. Take someone off too.”



He just smiled and continued massaging my now half naked body. All I had left were my sneakers and sports bra.



Then suddenly his hands were gone. He guided me back to a tree with low hanging branches. Dropping his bag to the ground he started rummaging through it. He looked at me, forest green eyes matching my sea blue. Then he was pulling my arms together over a low branch in front of me.



CLICK.



I looked at him with confusion.



“Jo, you asked for some new kinkiness.”



I was now handcuffed to a tree half naked. I loved it. I had to stand slightly bent, leaving my legs apart. He pushed down on my back, my breasts pressing against the tree branch. The sports bra protected me from getting scratched. Then my world went into darkness as he tied a blindfold around my eyes. What must have been a large ball gag fit into my mouth. He went all out. My pussy was soaking wet. I moaned slightly. I couldn’t wait for his dick to fill me up. To pound me and make me cum. Then Mark started cursing.



“What happened?” I tried asking around the ball gag, immediately worried.



“I left the key for the handcuffs in the car.”



“You want?!” I sputtered.



“It’s okay, I know it’s there. Let’s have some fun first, then I’ll go get it,” His hand drifting back to my thigh. I started yelling incoherently through the ball gag and he relented. I was so mad at him. This wasn’t fun anymore at all. He promised he would be back and I heard him run away.



A moment passed and then I cursed. The blindfold and gag were still in place. What had almost been so fun had turned into a disaster. It would take him almost two hours to get down and back. I tried to wrap my arms around the huge branch to get the blindfold off to no avail. Giving up, I just leaned against the tree in defeat. Goosebumps rose on my ass as the sun dropped lower in the sky. My mouth ached from the ball gag and I desperately wanted the darkness to go away.



What felt like an eternity passed with everything quiet. Then I heard footsteps approach. It had to be Mark, we were off the normal trail and no one else would be coming down this way. I sighed in relief. The footsteps got closer and stopped a few feet from me. I squirmed, trying to get blood flowing again. My whole body writhed as I tried to get movement back. I attempted to call out from the ball gag but it didn’t work. My mouth was painfully dry and my legs hurt from standing. Suddenly hands were on my ass. That bastard was going to still try and fuck me before letting me go. As he gently massaged my ass I relented — I couldn’t be that mad at him. He was trying to be romantic and spice things up. My legs almost melted as his tongue trailed up my thigh, looping around my pussy lips. His nose buried itself in my pussy. I was immediately horny again in a way I hadn’t felt before. I moaned loudly and came immediately, the cum trailing down my leg. The tounge obediently licked it up. He retreated, and a moment later I felt his cock’s head at the entrance to my pussy.



I couldn’t wait. I thrusted my ass back onto his cock, his member filling up my pussy.



Immediately I knew something was wrong. This didn’t feel like Mark’s cock at all. It was much wider and not as long. I panicked and screamed through the ball gag. The stranger behind me started to fuck me faster. I twisted and bucked, but his strong arms kept me in place. His balls slapped against my ass with every thrust. The smell of sweat and man washed over my nostrils. I imagined the sight. A man hiking alone sees a naked girl tied to a branch, who instead of panicking, allows his touch and he takes full advantage of it. Only he wasn’t alone. I heard more footsteps approaching. Now I really panicked. I bucked wildly. The man obliged and pulled out of me, leaving my pussy still soaking. There were whispers I couldn’t make out and then I felt many pairs of hands on me. I was picked up off the ground and lifted well into the air. The hands carried me forward — until my handcuffed hands came free from the branch. Then I was set down. My shaking legs immediately gave out and I sank to the ground. A hand reached down and removed my blindfold. Blinding light left me dumbstruck. As my sight returned I gasped and looked around. I was surrounded by six strange men. One had his cock out already and I could see my juices still on it. I moaned through the ball gag. Mark was nowhere in sight.



The man with his cock out stepped forward and crouched in front of me. He smiled warmly.



“Hello little girl, my name is Adam. What are you doing out here all alone in such a…precarious situation?”



I tried to talk through the gag but all that came out was a moan.



“You’re obviously too hot in all this clothing, that must be it, right?”



SNICK.



A knife popped out and I tried to pull away. Strong hands kept me in place as the cold metal pressed against my sports bra. In one clean cut it was done, my breasts falling into the open. I heard an inhale from the group around me. I was now naked in front of a group of strangers. My nipples stood at attention. I strangely felt…excited.



Adam smiled again. “See fellas, this is a true whore right here. Letting strangers come and fuck her. Its beautiful really.”



I started shaking as a breeze gently swept by.



“Aww, my now she’s cold. Why didn’t you tell us, we would have kept that bra on? Here, let’s warm you up.”



With that I was lifted onto my feet and six pairs of hands roamed my body. They caressed my breasts, ass and pussy. A hand slapped me in the face and called me a little whore.



SLAP SLAP SLAP



My tits, pussy and ass her hit over and over again. I moaned again.



“Alright miss, now everyone is going to take your pussy. Come on now, you’re the life of the party.”



Hands grabbed my nipples and painfully pulled me back onto my knees. The largest man there slid himself underneath me, his belly pressing against my pussy as he guided me back to his cock. My hair was pulled and I dropped until my face was right above his. He licked his disgusting lips and pushed down on my hips, forcing my pussy to envelope his cock. I cried out again as his cock entered me, the head gently pressing against my G-Spot. My ass was spanked again and again until I started to bounce up and down. The entire time the other men spanked my, belittled me and fondled me. Finally I could feel the big man’s cock start to pulse.



NO NO NO. That was too much. I tried to get off put his arms pulled me down firmly, his cock all the way inside me. He moaned aloud and warm cum filled up my pussy. He pulled his limp penis from me and got out from underneath me.



“Tight little cunt.” He laughed and stepped away. Another guy replaced him, his cock a smaller size. He started to fuck me slowly and methodically. Cold liquid trailed between my cheeks. Lube.



Then another cock pressed against my asshole. I panicked and bucked like crazy. Nothing had ever been in my ass, I had forbidden Mark from doing it. I was spanked over and over again until I stopped squirming. I looked up and saw a camera lens pointing right at me.



“Smile, baby.” Adam said from the side. I came. It was too much. Everything felt so good. The degrading just made me even more turned on. I looked over to the left and there standing in the trees was Mark. He was quietly watching, his arms crossed. He nodded to me. This was planned. The ultimate fantasy I had confided in him with.



The man in my pussy grunted and his cock throbbed inside me and seconds latter warm cum filling me up. I moaned loudly. With Mark nearby I felt safe. My hands reached for another cock, finding one instantly.



“I think she likes it fellas!” Adam cried.



The cock was back at my tight ass, another at my pussy. Lights exploded as it pushed into my hole. Both men fucked me hard and fast. I had never felt so full in my life. My ass felt like it was on fire. My tits bounced up and down as I was taken.



I came again, cum squirting out of me, drenching the man underneath me. I kept cumming over and over again, my body convulsing until I fell into a blissful state of unconsciousness.



I could feel the ground under me moving…like I was flying away.



I came to on a bright, colorful bed. My arms and legs were tied spread eagle and I was still naked. Why was I still naked? My ass was sore. It was all very real. Taking stock of my surroundings I saw on the wall across from me a large TV. On it was an image of an email inbox. Confused, I looked up into the corner and with surprise I saw it was my own email account. The mouse moved and opened a new email. From the TV snaked a long cable that left out the open door in front of me, disappearing down the hallway. Someone was broadcasting what he or she was doing, and somehow they were on my account. Mark. Why was he doing this, the fantasy was over. I looked back to the TV. The new email had a picture attachment. Of me. Naked on the bed, still unconscious. It must have been taken minutes ago.



The text read, “Haven’t you always wanted to do whatever you wanted to me? Now you can. Come find me and have your way. Anything goes. Bring friends.”



An address I didn’t recognize followed. Then I noticed the “To” section. It was my entire list of friends and family.



My heart stopped. This couldn’t be real.



Then I heard footsteps approaching from the hallway.



*



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