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I put my hand on your leg just above the knee and caress your inner thigh, feeling the softness of your skin with my finger tips. Slowly, I stroke my fingers back and forth and your skin feels warm and smooth to my touch. Your slender legs part a little more, and I gradually move my hand up your inner thigh, inch by sensuous inch, making little circular motions and lightly caressing your skin with the tips of my fingers.

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My hand finally reaches the hem of your short skirt and starts to disappear underneath. You lean your head back against the car seat, and I sense you breathing faster as my hand travels farther up under your skirt. You let out a little sigh when I am almost to the sweet spot between your legs.

Soon, I can feel the heat from your pussy. The top of my hand presses against the inner part of your other leg and I feel you open your legs even more so that my hand can continue to move up toward your moistening girl spot.

Back and forth, round and round, my fingers creep closer to that wet, warm pleasure place, pushing up your skirt as they move farther up between your thighs. A few seconds later I can feel your silky soft pussy hair against my little finger and know I am close. A little more, and my little finger brushes against the thick, rubbery outer folds of your pussy and I find the moist cleft in your mound, wet and ready. I move my hand in short, little up and down motions, slowly running the edge of my hand gently against your moistened slit. I can feel the warm, soft insides of your girl slot as my little finger moves back and forth between your cunt folds. Again, a small moan escapes your lips as I arouse you.

This is great fun and I am really turned on. My cock is incredibly hard and throbbing inside my pants and it is getting difficult to concentrate on driving. But, I don’t want to stop fingering your delightful pussy, and I am sure, by now, that you don’t want me to stop, either.

You eagerly spread apart your legs even more, enough so I can turn my hand and cup your mound with my palm. Then, I insert my middle finger into your hot slit and push it deep into your wet hole, finger-fucking you. A sharp intake of breath tells me I have found your sensitive little bud, and I thrust my finger in and out of your tight little pussy.

I pause before each stroke to fiddle with your clit with the tip of my finger before plunging my middle finger back in through the tight elastic opening of your sweet little fuck hole. My other fingers gently rub back and forth over the soft, silky hair that lightly covers the outer lips of your pussy. Along the crease of your perfectly smooth inner thighs my fingers travel, spreading your musky oil sexual wetness into your skin as I play with your wonderful cunt.

I set a leisurely pace, moving my hand slowly back and forth against the curly fur between your thighs, and my middle finger pokes deep into your moistened pussy again and again. I am really enjoying the act of arousing you, my hand beneath your skirt and firmly held between you. Perhaps it is the thrill of doing something like this so publicly.

Your breath is coming in short, quick little gasps now, and your head slowly moves back and forth against the car seat as you quietly whimper next to me, lost in sexual ecstasy. You squeeze your thighs together and trap my hand between them. I feel the muscles on the insides of your bare thighs tighten against my hand, and your ass squirms on the seat as the pleasure builds between your legs.

I push two of my fingers into your snatch as far as they will go and slowly move them in and out, feeling the smooth, moist inner walls of your cunt clutch at them while I keep my thumb on your clit and make gentle little circular motions. You are very wet, and I notice that your nipples are very hard and pushing out against your top.

The hem of your skirt barely covers our activity from the eyes of passing cars. I don’t think anyone in a car can see what I am doing to you, though an old farmer riding in the passenger side of a beat-up flatbed truck gives me a big, toothless grin and a ‘thumbs up’ as I let them pass me.

Feeling your elastic entrance open up, I slip two fingers in and out of your sweet little cunt and move my hand faster and faster, round and round, my thumb still pressing on your sweet spot. You open your legs even wider and slip down farther into the seat, pushing your pantyless crotch against my probing, stimulating hand and giving me easier access to your cunt. You are making short little hissing sounds as your breath goes in and out through your clenched teeth in time to the motion of my fingers moving in and out of your wet and oily girl hole.

I increase the speed of the movement of my thumb and fingers in your cunt. As my middle finger plunges in and out of your velvety opening my thumb makes quick circles over your pleasure button. I want to make you cum. The thin, silky hair of your pussy tickles my palm as my hand constantly moves in short, hard little strokes back and forth over your cunt and I can smell the strong, pungent odor of your sexual excitement; feel the growing sexual tension in your body as I drive you to your climax.

You suddenly cry out a few seconds later and your head snaps back hard against the seat of the car. I feel your entire body tense up almost as if you are frozen. Your legs snap together and trap my hand between them as waves of pleasure ripple up from between your thighs and explode in your head. You ground your thighs together on my captured hand, and I wonder for an instant if you are going to smash it between your legs. But, it is just a couple more seconds before I feel your body relax and go limp. I pull my hand out from between your legs and use it to pull the hem of your skirt down just enough to cover yourself.
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Frank really is a repulsive little slug, thought Susana, studying their
host as he lurched away from the bar in the corner of his living room,
carrying drinks for her and Neil. "Gross" was another word that sprang
to mind. He was short, balding and pallid, with pop eyes, yellowed teeth
and a bulging beer-gut. He was also very drunk, and more than a little
cross.

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He'd left the club about ten minutes ahead of them, and when they
arrived at his apartment with Bob and Erica he'd answered the door
wearing only his socks, underpants and shirt, unbuttoned all the way
down the front. A moth-eaten carpet of black hair covered his chest and
ran in a thin line down the centre of his belly. Tendrils of the same
peeped from behind the sagging waistband and slack leg-openings of his
Y-fronts and wandered down the insides of his thighs. He reeked of gin
and cigar smoke, and Susana was absolutely fascinated.
He reached over her as she sat on the floor between Neil's legs, placed
the drinks on the low table beside the chair, and leered challengingly
down the gaping front of her kimono. Then he scuttled back to the bar,
collected his own drink, and sprawled wearily on the sofa.
Susana handed Neil his drink, picked up her own and held it up towards
Frank. "Cheers," she said, and took a moderate sip. Frank gulped down
half a glass of gin, mopped his mouth with the back of his hand, and
regarded her blearily from beneath half-lowered eyelids. He's not a
slug, thought Susana, he's a frog — a big, fat, drunken bullfrog. She
wondered if there was a handsome prince inside him struggling to get
out, decided there wasn't, and leaned back into the V between Neil's
legs. Frank waggled his tongue at her. She tugged at Neil's trouser leg,
got no response, and tugged again. Neil leaned forward and cocked his
head over her shoulder. "What?"
Susana muttered out of the corner of her mouth. "Look," she said. "Just
look what he's doing." Neil looked up from under his eyebrows. Frank,
entirely unabashed, smirked and waggled his tongue at Susana again.
"That's it," whispered Neil. "Finish your drink and let's get out of
here." She shook her head. "Not yet," she said, and Neil sat back and
picked up his glass. Frank grinned and scratched his belly. Susana stood
up. "Where's the loo?"
Frank left off scratching and raised his hand, pointed, and eyed her
speculatively as she swept past him and disappeared into the darkened
main bedroom. There was a brief gleam of light when she found the
en-suite switch, cut off as she closed the door.
Frank swallowed the rest of his drink, scratched his chest and glared
balefully at Neil. After a few seconds he heaved himself to his feet,
padded over to the bar and reached for the gin bottle, then turned and
growled belligerently: "Who invited YOU?" Neil nodded towards the
bedroom door. "She did," he said. Frank snorted. "Silly bitch." He
splashed gin in his glass, moved behind the bar and bent to the fridge,
hooked out a bottle of tonic and topped off his drink. Then he stared
fishily at Neil and demanded: "Why?" Neil shrugged. "You invited her.
She assumed the invitation included me. We go together. Like book-ends.
She's my wife."
Frank gaped. "Well, bugger me," he said. "Why didn't somebody tell me?"
Neil shrugged again. "Prob'ly did," he said. "Prob'ly you weren't
listening. You don't, you know." Frank reddened. "Fuck YOU," he said.
"Fuck you. And your fuckin' wife. Cock-teasin' bitch." He hiccuped,
picked up his glass and strode angrily back to the sofa, sat down
muttering further imprecations under his breath. He hiccuped again,
leaned back against the cushions and closed his eyes, then opened them
again at the sound of Susana's voice, calling from the bedroom.
"Look what I found," she said, and her hand appeared around the
door-frame, waving a 25cm vibrator. Frank's eyes popped and his mouth
fell open again as she stepped out into the living room, her black silk
culottes dr*ped over her right arm and her kimono hanging open in front
from the neck to the hem at mid-thigh. "This party needs waking up," she
said. She tossed the vibrator on the sofa beside Frank, hung her
trousers over the back of the nearest chair, and walked over to the open
hi-fi cabinet. She riffled quickly through the CDs, made a selection and
slipped it into the player, nodded her head to the driving beat as the
music swelled from the speakers, then held out her hand towards Frank
and clicked her fingers. "Come on, frog," she said. "Dance with me."
____
Although it was Friday Neil had brought home a pile of work, and when
Bob and Erica dropped in and offered to take him and Susana to dinner at
the club he begged off. But he was content that Susana should go with
them — it would keep her off his back while he worked, he said — and he
promised to be along later. Susana left the three of them chatting over
sundowners while she showered and thought about what to wear. Erica, the
tart, was underdressed as usual, in a little blue-and-white polka-dotted
playdress with a deep-scooped neckline, buttons all the way down the
front, and a skirt that barely covered her bum.
Susana chose her black silk pants-suit — long, wide-bottomed culottes
and a kimono top which wrapped around and was secured at the waist with
a bright green sash. She tried it on without a bra, decided she liked
the feel of the slick fabric against her nipples, and dug around in the
bottom of the wardrobe for her patent heels. Then she checked her
make-up, gave her throat and forearms a quick spray of Coco Chanel,
dropped the vaporiser into her purse and stepped out into the living
room. Bob stood up as she entered, and whistled admiration. Susana
smiled smugly, settled on the couch beside Erica, and demanded a drink.
Then another. It was a full twenty minutes before, to Neil's obvious
relief, they were finally on their way.
Dinner at the club, on Friday night, was a family buffet affair in the
main hall, with kids running up and down, babies crying and drinks
waiters neglecting their duties while they gawped at the footy on the
big-screen TV. They ate quickly, then adjourned to the more congenial
atmosphere and better service of the Aircon. Lounge, where they were
lucky enough to find two stools at the bar. Thirty minutes and three
drinks later Erica and Susana were both well away, giggling and ogling,
making the most of the Aircon's traditional male-to-female ratio of
about ten-to-one. It was all good, clean fun — grubby jokes and sexual
innuendo included — and over the course of the next two hours they
chewed up and spat out upwards of a dozen admirers while Bob stood by
and chatted diplomatically with his mates.
As the succession of suitors came and went, there was one who persisted
— a pudgy little cigar-smoking lecher who Susana didn't remember seeing
before. Erica knew him, though. She introduced them ("Frank, say hello
to Susana. Susana, this is Frank. He's a filthy little beast." and
Susana gathered he was one of Bob's more important clients. Frank
shrugged off Erica's unflattering description, bought a round of drinks,
and tried openly to peer down Susana's front. Over the next ten minutes
he told two of the dirtiest jokes Susana had ever heard, and had three
drinks to their one. When Bob excused himself and trundled off to the
toilet, Frank leaned over Erica's shoulder and blew cigar smoke into her
cleavage. Erica picked up her purse. "I need to powder my nose," she
said, and looked enquiringly at Susana. "Me too," said Susana.
As they slipped off their stools, Frank stuck his hand up what little
there was of Erica's skirt. She slapped his hand away, smiled
dangerously and hissed: "Do that again and I'll bite your cock off." He
simply grinned, waited until they were halfway across the room and then
called after them: "Promises, promises. Always bloody promises." He
turned back to the bar and ordered another gin.
Erica was boiling by the time they entered the toilet, and Susana
developed a nagging suspicion that there was more between her and Frank
than met the eye. The idea of Erica balling that pop-eyed little perv,
although grotesque, was intriguing. But she didn't ask, and Erica simply
stewed in uncharacteristic silence.
When they got back to the bar Frank was still there, deep in animated
discussion with Bob. He made way for them with an exaggerated show of
courtesy as they reclaimed their stools, then went on moaning about the
parlous state of the economy. Susana was just beginning to marvel at his
transformation from out-and-out sleaze to simply boring businessman, and
wondering which of the two she liked least, when he quite deliberately
dropped his cigar on the floor between her and Erica, apparently for the
sole purpose of taking a long look up Erica's legs as he bent to
retrieve it.
A couple of minutes later, reaching for his drink on the bar-top, he
contrived to grope Susana's breast as she chatted over her shoulder to
another passing acquaintance. "Watch it, worm," she muttered. He leered,
belched and bent his mouth close to her ear. "I'm watching YOU," he
whispered hoarsely. "You're HOT."
Susana searched for a suitable rejoinder, found none, and waved at Neil
as he pushed through the swing door. Neil waved back and threaded his
way through the standing knots of drinkers towards their group. "Well,"
he said to the world in general, "I made it." He studied the disposition
of drinks in hands and along the counter-top, decided a round was
unnecessary, and motioned to the barman for a single "handle" of beer.
"Cheers," he said to Bob, and drained half of the ice-cold contents of
the glass, then directed his attention at Frank. "G-day," he said. "I'm
Neil."
Frank blinked owlishly, ignored the proferred hand, and leaned close to
Susana. "Fuckin' wanker," he muttered, and seemed pleased when Susana
giggled. She signalled Neil with her eyes — "No problem" — and Neil
raised his glass to her and turned back to start a conversation with
Bob.
Susana looked up at the bar clock and noted it was half an hour to
closing time. She tapped Erica's bare knee: "Want to party after?" Frank
seized on her question. "Fuckin' good idea," he said. "Come back to my
place." It was not what Susana had in mind, and she was a little
surprised by Erica's response. "Why not?" said Erica, and tugged at
Bob's sleeve. "Party after at Frank's," she said. Bob looked at Neil,
who shrugged, then at Susana. "Fine by me," she said. "Okay," said Bob.
"Party at Frank's."
Neil bought another round, then was called away to discuss the perennial
subject of government corruption with a group of Tax Office types. Bob
bought another round, and Susana another, lining them up along the bar.
Frank lurched off to the toilet, came back with a triangle of
shirt-front caught in the top of his fly. He downed another double gin,
put a proprietary arm around Susana's shoulders, and launched into the
telling of another amazingly filthy joke.
The shutters came down on the bar, and the room began to empty. Frank
squeezed Susana's thigh. "I'll drive you," he said. She lifted his hand
off her leg. "It's all right," she said. "I've got transport." Frank
looked at Erica, then at Bob, and nodded drunkenly. "Oh, yes, of
course," he said. "She's got TRANS-port. Of course she's got
TRANS-port." He gulped down the last of his drink. "All right," he said.
"I'll see you there." He turned to Bob. "Got to clean up for the
guests," he said. "Goin' on ahead. See you there." He winked at Erica,
put down his glass and staggered in the direction of the door.
Neil finished solving the nation's ills and came back to the bar. They
polished off the remaining drinks, gathered loose change and purses, and
the four of them walked down together to the parking area. Neil had
found a space right in front of the main door. "We'll follow you,"
Susana told Bob as she slipped behind the wheel. Neil slid in beside her
and she fingered his crotch, then started the car. "Let's go and get
legless," she said.
They drove in silence, tailing the lights of Bob's car through the
business district and out along the harbor road, finally passing through
the security gates of a U-shaped high-rise apartment building. Bob led
them into the lobby, where one of two uniformed guards asked their
business and muttered into the house phone for a few moments before
ushering them into the lift and riding with them to the fourth floor,
furtively eyeing Erica's legs in the mirror at the back of the car. When
the lift door opened he pointed to a carved portal at the far end of the
passage, watched until Bob had rapped out a summons on the ornate brass
knocker, then ducked back into the lift and rode back to the lobby.
Bob knocked again, there was the snick-click sound of a key in the
dead-lock and the door opened to reveal Frank in his saggy Y-fronts and
unbuttoned shirt. He seemed a bit taken aback at finding Neil in the
company, shot a speculative look at Erica and reached the wrong
conclusion, and invited them in. They slipped out of their shoes just
inside the door and walked through into the living room.
Susana ran an appraising eye over the layout and furnishings — three
deep-padded armchairs and a sofa arranged in a broad horseshoe around a
low table, TV and VCR in the corner by the balcony doors, panelled bar,
built-in bookcase and hi-fi cabinet, carved sideboard, local artefacts
and a couple of paintings by one of the more respected indigenous
artists. There were twin kitchen and dining alcoves, two doors leading
to what Susana assumed were bedrooms, and a third which she took to be a
bathroom.
She flopped on the sofa. Erica danced over to the hi-fi, tuned in the
all-night request program on local FM radio, then joined Frank at the
bar and supervised the getting of drinks —beer-in-a-bottle for Neil,
whisky and water for Bob, whisky and Coke for her and Susana. Frank
drained his gin and tonic, poured himself a refill while Erica
distributed the other drinks. Bob settled in one of the armchairs and
Neil sauntered over to the bookcase, beer in hand, to check on their
host's taste in literature.
"I want to dance," said Erica. She took the bottle from Neil, placed it
and her own glass on the sideboard, and pulled him into the open space
in front of the TV. Frank walked away from the bar and over to the sofa,
plumped down beside Susana and watched as Neil pranced around the gently
gyrating Erica in passable, if inappropriate, imitation of a Hoopoe rain
dancer. "Wanker," said Frank. Susana regarded him with mild amusement
and sipped her drink. He stroked the outside of her thigh, a minor
liberty which she decided to let him get away with.
Erica grappled Neil into a slow dance, nuzzling his neck and pressing
her belly against his crotch. Bob looked at Susana, stood up and walked
over to the bar to pour himself another scotch. Susana remembered the
one about the bloke with the headaches and the overtight underpants, and
told it to Frank. He spluttered with mirth, slapped her on the knee and
slid his fingers up the inside of her thigh. She picked his hand off her
leg and laid it on his stomach. "Naughty, naughty," she said, and he
leered happily.
The radio swung back to super-fast disco mode and Erica disentangled
herself and picked up the beat. Neil kept up the pace for a minute or
so, then pleaded weary and begged to be let off. He picked up his beer
and settled thankfully into his chair.
Erica danced on alone. Susana, fending off a renewed invasion of the
creeping fingers, stood up and joined her. They danced for each other,
clapping their hands, dipping and weaving, bumping bottoms and shaking
their shoulders. When the number ended, Frank applauded
enthusiastically. Susana curtsied. Erica bowed, then turned around, set
her feet apart and bowed again, flashing her white Cottontails panties
and waggling her bottom. Frank was delighted. "More," he yelled. "More,
more. Show us your tits."
Erica sprang up on to the top of the low table in front of him and began
a lap-dance routine, sliding her hands down her body and between her
legs as she rolled her hips, her knees bent apart and her pelvis
projected towards him. Frank clapped again and drummed on the floor with
his feet. "That's right, girlie," he shouted. "Show us more. Show us
your tits." Erica pursed her lips at him, caressed the creamy insides of
her spread thighs, then tiptoed her fingers back up her body and undid
the top button of her tiny frock.
Frank hammered on the sofa with his fists, made no attempt to hide the
developing tumescence in his underpants. "Tits," he cried. "Show us your
tits." Erica reached for the second button, then caught Bob's warning
look. "That's enough," she said, pulling herself together and stepping
down off the table. "Maybe it's time we went home." Frank came down off
Cloud Nine with a bump. "Don't go yet," he said. "Have another drink."
Bob stepped away from the bar. "No thanks," he said. "We have to leave.
I've got a squash match at six o'clock." He took Erica's arm and started
to propel her towards the door.
Frank stood up, looked hopefully at Susana. "YOU don't have to go, do
you?" he asked. "Stay and have another drink." Susana stepped up close
and prodded the bulge in his Y-fronts. "Okay," she said. "One more
drink." Bob, standing just inside the door with Erica, coughed politely.
"Well," he said, "we'll see you later." Frank recalled his manners, went
to the door to say his goodnights and see them out, watched until they
were safely in the lift, then shut and locked the door and turned
eagerly back to Susana.
Obviously, he'd forgotten all about his fourth guest. So he was visibly
put out at discovering Neil still sitting in his armchair. And he was
positively peeved at the sight of Susana, sitting on the floor between
Neil's legs, her back against the front of the chair and a look of
wide-eyed innocence on her face. She held up her empty glass. "Fill me
up, Frank," she said. Frank choked down an expletive, snatched the glass
from her hand and stomped over to the bar.
____
"Come on, frog," said Susana. "Dance with me." Frank struggled to his
feet, his anger forgotten, and joined Susana in the open space, pumping
awkwardly with his arms and stumbling over his own feet as he tried to
match her gyrations. His bulging eyes ogled her bare brown thighs, tried
in vain to penetrate the mysteries lurking beneath the filmy black lace
of her panties, and feasted on flashing glimpses of her breasts as her
top slipped tantalisingly aside from one or the other. He extended a
hand towards her and she danced out of reach. "Let me touch your tits,"
he gasped, and lunged towards her again. She evaded him easily, and
giggled. "Have some patience, frog," she said, and inflamed him further
by holding her kimono open with both hands and jiggling her breasts at
him.
He was no dancer, but she kept him at it for three tracks, until they
were both bathed in sweat and he could hardly lift his feet. Then she
took his hand and led him back to the sofa. "Brave frog," she said as he
sat down. She picked up his glass, held it to his lips and made soothing
noises as he drank. When he'd emptied the glass she set it down by the
end of the sofa and straightened up.
"Now," she said, "Susana's got a reward for her brave little frog." She
slid the kimono off her shoulders and dr*ped it over the back of the
sofa, fended off his hands as he reached for her, then straddled his
belly and offered her right breast to his mouth. He suckled greedily and
she closed her eyes, willing her nipples erect. "That's right, baby,"
she cooed. "Good baby. Good boy. Mama's here."
She shifted position, transferred his attentions to her other breast.
"Yes, baby," she crooned. "Baby loves titty, doesn't he? Suck, baby.
Good boy. Don't fret now, don't fret. Everything's fine, mama's here."
She placed her right hand behind his head and bounced him gently against
her breast, singing: "Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top . . . " Frank
whimpered, snuggled close and snuffled at her nipple. Susana reached
behind her with her left hand and groped his groin.
"Oooh," she said, dancing her fingers over the hardening lump in his
underpants. "What's this, then? NAUGHTY boy! Rude FROG. NAUGHTY frog."
Frank giggled stupidly around the nipple in his mouth. Susana delved
into the opening in his Y-fronts, fished out his semi-erect cock, and
milked it between her index and middle fingers. "Does the naughty little
fellow want to fuck his mama, then? NASTY boy. DIRTY boy. Wants to poke
his pee-pee into mama's pussy? DisGUSting frog. Needs a good SMACK!"
She pushed his head away from her breast and slapped him on the cheek.
Then, before he had time to react, she let go of his cock, grabbed his
head with both hands and covered his startled face with quick,
slobbering kisses. "Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry baby," she said. "Mama
didn't mean it. Mama didn't mean to hurt her baby. Don't cry, don't cry.
Here, baby, here." She cupped her left hand under her right breast and
pressed his face into her softness. Frank, torn between lust and anger,
fuddled with gin and exhausted from his recent dance marathon, turned
his head and petulantly refused the proferred nipple.
"Oh, sorry," said Susana. "Baby's cross. Mama's really sorry, baby.
Don't be cross with mama." She swung herself off his belly and sat
beside him, then poked a finger into his ribs. "Tickle, tickle," she
said. Frank refused to look at her. She put a hand under his chin and
tried to turn his face towards her. He resisted. She walked her fingers
down his chest and tickled his paunch. He twitched, testily, and the
soft fat slug of his penis wobbled.
Susana slipped off the sofa and, kneeling, insinuated herself between
his legs. "Frankie-wankie's still cross," she crooned, "but mama will
make him feel better. Oh, look, Frankie's got a weenie for his mama.
Mama LOVES weenies. Mama's going to EAT Frankie's weenie." She leaned
forward and slurped his limp prick into her mouth for a few moments,
then sat back to observe the results. The pale pink sausage oozing from
the flap in Frank's Y-fronts rolled slowly on to its back and writhed in
rapture. Susana clucked encouragement. "That's better, baby," she said.
She lowered her lips to within a couple of millimetres of his cock and
blew gently along its underside, then sat back again, her tongue poking
provocatively from her open mouth. Frank sighed. His dick writhed again,
and the foreskin peeled back as its head wriggled free and began
climbing blindly towards the waistband of his underpants. Susana lifted
it in her hand, bent forward again and lapped its tip. She looked up at
Frank and licked her lips. "Yum," she said. "Yummy, yummy, cock for
mummy." She put it in her mouth, took it out again, and Frank groaned in
frustration.
"Aww," said Susana, "does Frankie LOVE mama's mouth?" Lick, lick. "Wants
to be sucked?" Lick. "Wants his mama to munch his cock? DIRTY beast.
DisGUSting little boy." She regarded him in silence for perhaps ten
seconds, then shrugged her shoulders. "Say 'please', baby. Say 'pretty
please'. Say 'pretty please, mama, suck my pee-pee'." Frank groaned
again, whispered: "Pretty please, mama, suck my pee-pee." "What?" said
Susana. She smiled encouragingly, and tickled the tip of his cock with
her tongue. "What was that? Mama couldn't hear you, baby." Frank
practically shouted: "Pretty-please-mama-suck-my-pee-pee! NOW GET ON
WITH IT!" Susana tsked. "Well all RIGHT," she said. "There's no need to
get CROSS."

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He glanced up from his newspaper as she came in, and then briefly at the
monitor screens before
returning to his paper. Thus he missed the brief smile she gave him. He was
vaguely aware of the rustle
of plastic as she emptied his waste bin into her black sack, before leaving
him in peace. It was after all,
just routine.

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A few minutes later she was back, trailing her vacuum cleaner behind her
like some exotic pet. Again he
looked up at her as she plugged it in and switched it on. This time he did
see her smile, a little apologetic
at disturbing him, and he smiled weakly back before returning to his paper
and resuming the article that
ran alongside the picture of the leggy blonde.

The insistent noise of the vacuum cleaner irritated and distracted him. He
kept looking up to see if she
had nearly finished. Well, that would have been his story if anyone had
challenged him. In fact he found
himself watching her as she bent and stretched pushing the nozzle of her
machine into obscure and
inaccessible nooks and crannies. She noticed his glazed lascivious looks,
and smiled at him artlessly but
seeing that he had caught her eye, he simply resumed reading his newspaper
with an embarrassed cough.

"You here all night, luv?" she asked absently as she unplugged the machine
and started looping the
cable.

"Yep," he didn’t look up from his paper.

"Can’t be much fun. When do you knock off?"

"Seven." He still didn’t look up.

"Must get a bit lonely," she said thoughtfully. She had collected all her
bits and was ready to go.

He said nothing, just shrugged.

"Listen, I’m parched. I’m going to grab a cup of coffee before I go. D’you
want one?"

He looked up at last. She had long curly chestnut hair tied at the back. As
she stood before him, he had
to admit that she looked attractive. In her cleaners overall and with no
make-up, though, she was
certainly no film-star. For him such people only existed in pictures next
to articles he pretended to read
in cheap newspapers, and although she had the advantage that she was real
and standing there in front of
him, he preferred the safety of the printed image.
A brief break in the story to make an authors note:
S to r y c o p y right belongs to N i c k at c a s s a n d r a dot d e m on
dot c o dot u k as should be
stated at the top. Sorry for the interruption. Please carry on reading.

"OK."

She smiled and disappeared into the corridor outside before returning with
the coffees.

"Ta, very much," he said.

She sat down on his visitors chair sipping her coffee while he continued
reading the paper, wondering
vaguely how long it would take her to drink her coffee and go.

"You like this job, then?" she asked breaking the silence.

"S’Okay, I s’pose."

"What’s the pay like?"

"S’Okay."

More silence. He glanced up at the monitor panel, then carried on reading.

Of course he knew nothing about her. He didn’t know why she was there
drinking coffee with him and
indeed the question never even occurred to him. He wasn’t to know that home
for her was just a lonely
bed-sit and that after she finished that night all she had to look forward
to was a bus-ride home and yet
another night watching the television until she felt tired enough to go to
bed.

She simply made him feel slightly awkward. He didn’t see the hungry
desperation in her face because he
was too absorbed in his newspaper, and even if he had looked at her, he
would probably not have
registered anything. He had no idea just what was going through her mind as
her longing eyes ignored
his pot-belly and armpit stains and saw only his sex. As far as he was
concerned, she couldn’t possibly
be attracted to him. Only Julia Roberts or Demi Moore had ever expressed
any desire for him, and then
only when his eyes were shut. They had taste and saw him for the real man
he was. The ordinary woman
was not so perceptive. How could she be?

More silence.

By chance, as much as anything else, he looked up at her as he turned the
page. She sat facing him and
was now staring absently at his monitor, her hand resting on her thigh.
>From where he was, he could see
a little white triangle between her legs.

Her eyes met his, and this time she did not smile. He nearly missed it and
would have moved on to the
sports section oblivious, but the movement was there and unmistakable. As
he glanced down, he saw
that her legs parting slightly, and her hand moving unambiguously upwards.
His eyes widened reflexively
and he looked questioningly at her face again. The lack of expression gave
him no answers, but as she
slowly raised her left foot to the seat, giving him a full view of her sex,
barely trapped beneath lace
panties, his newspaper slipped to the floor.

He fumbled with his belt, with his fly, and she took a deep breath as his
fleshy member sprang from its
confines. She slipped her hand inside the top of her overall and under her
bra, to pinch at her hardening
nipple, biting her lip. Her heart skipped a beat in anticipation as he
arose from his chair and advanced
towards her, his prick swinging towards her face.

She leaned forward, and pulled him towards her to take his swelling head
into her mouth where she
flicked it with her tongue. He groaned, pulling himself clear suddenly. She
flinched slightly and gasped
as she felt his hot fluid spatter across her cheek. Withdrawing her hand
from her breast, she collected his
semen with her fingers and, with a eyes closed, proceeded to rub it into
her breast.

She cried out loud, thrusting her hips forward as she slid her other hand
inside her panties. She was all
but oblivious of him as he re-zipped his fly and walked uncertainly back to
his chair. Her fingers
desperately manipulated her engorged clitoris and spread her delicate moist
folds for him, but he simply
retrieved his newspaper. Her hips bucked convulsively with her approaching
orgasm as he started to
read with disappointment how the Arsenal had lost to Wimbledon.

When she had finished herself off, she sat there for a moment, her soaked
panties now a source of
discomfort and embarrassment. As the warm sensations of passion wore off,
she began to feel dirty and
humiliated. Slowly she marshalled her thoughts and feelings, to direct them
at what now became the
object of her loathing. She looked at him venomously, seeing now the
pot-belly and armpit stains, as he
concentrated ferociously on why his favourite team had lost so dismally.

Bastard!

"Well," and she cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice even, “I’ll be
going now, then.”

There seemed to be no more for her to say or do. He could only bring
himself to nod.

She rose from the damp visitors chair and left his office walking slowly
down the empty corridors to the
building’s entrance to sign out and leave. She seemed unaware of the
whirring of the motors on the
monitor cameras which followed her. Her bowed figure moved from screen to
screen on his monitor
station as he watched her go. Something stirred within him, but he wasn’t
sure what it was and as she
faded from view there was less and less he could do about it anyway.

He returned to his newspaper.
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Family fun.
From an early age my parents had always told me that I lived with a special family. As a family we should look out for each other. Make each other happy no matter what the cost.
I had just turned 15, when I really understood the full implications of this, as I sat on my bed tugging gently at my cock looking through a porn magazine, I watched the door swing open. It was my dad standing grinning at the sight of his son wanking gently.
“Mum could you come through here” he shouted as my mum soon followed and stood beside him at the door looking confused, by this time I had pushed my cock back into my trousers and sat embarrassed.

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“What’s up honey?” she asked as I sat with a red face.
“Our little boy’s just found out what his dick is for” My dad said with a grin.
“Awe baby” she said with a grin as my dad looked at her and smiled.
“You know it’s nothing to be ashamed of” Mum said reassuringly as I sat nodding.
“Everyone masturbates, yes even your dad and I” Mum said sitting down beside me throwing her arm around me.
“I know…but” I started as my dad interrupted. “I don’t think he believes you” Dad said with a grin watching my mum turn and grin back.
“Listen honey, would it make you feel any better if mum and dad showed you how they masturbate” she said softly as the shock hit me.
“I….I….” I stammered trying to find the right words, any words would have done at that point. I guess I had always fantasised about my mum. Why wouldn’t I she was beautiful. She had lovely blonde hair and a really cute face, but what I loved was going on holiday and watching her in those skimpy bikini’s that she wore.
Mum took my hand in hers then looked straight into my eyes. I sat trying to make sense of their offer.
“Trust me baby, it’ll be okay just you sit there and watch” mum said as she lifted herself from the bed then slipped her hands up her skirt before quickly pulling down her red panties as I watched them fall on the floor.
“Tell you what baby, why don’t you lift mum’s skirt for her” Mum said as I looked up at her face watching a reassuring smile.
“Go on son, she wants you to see her pussy” Dad said as I pushed out my hand then grabbed the hem of the skirt just above her knee’s and lifted slowly watching her shaven mount appear before my eyes.
“Is that nice” mum asked as I looked up and nodded.
“Now you know I love you, don’t you?” mum asked as I sat nodding.
“Well because I love you so much, I’m going to let you touch between my legs. Would you like that” mum asked as I nodded.
“Go on son, do it for mum” Dad hissed at the door way as I turned to watch my dad, noticing he had a huge bulge in his trousers.
Slipping my hand down it didn’t take long before my fingers found her wet pussy as I slowly worked my fingers between her lips.
“oh baby, that’s nice” Mum hissed then slowly pulled my hand back then took a hold of my hand guiding me through to their large room and sitting me on the bed.
“Listen I’m going to take my clothes off and lie on the bed. What I would like you to do is, if you love me as much as I love you. Then you will lie beside me and touch me” mum said as I watched her pull off her blouse then bra.
In seconds she was completely naked and crawling along the bed. As I sat watching her roll over and smile at me.
“You know what baby, I think it would be better if you got undressed too” she said with a smile as my eyes stared at her beautiful soft “C” cup breast watching her nipples stand proudly.
“Go on son, show your mum how much you love her” Dad groaned as I watched him pull out his long cock and start to wank.
Nervously I stood up and peeled off my clothes then crawled up the bed, then lay beside her rolling onto my side watching her smile at me.
“You know what I really like is when someone sucks my nipples, would you like to do that for me?” mum asked as I nodded feeling my cock solid between my legs.
Dropping my lips to her nipples feeling them hard in my mouth I lay sucking gently for about a minute listening to my mum moan gently and praise the work I was doing.
“Listen son, I think your mum is about ready for you to kiss her between her legs” my dad groaned as I looked round watching him stand naked at the foot of the bed slowly wanking.
Trying to slip down the bed and kiss at the same time my mum stopped me then smiled. “Put your feet up on the pillow” mum said as I understood what she meant, turning slowly watching my dad kneel at the foot of the bed and spread her lips as my head reached his fingers.
“listen son, this is your mum’s clit” he said as I felt my mum shift slightly then from nowhere I felt a sudden warmth on my cock as I quickly turned watching my mum start to suck my hard cock gently as I let out a moan of delight.
Turning quickly back to my dad I watched him sitting stroking her clit gently then started to explain about using my tongue on her clit. Dropping my head down it didn’t take me long to thrust my eager tongue into her wet pussy tasting a woman’s juices for the first time.
Within seconds I was eagerly licking her blood filled clit as my mum let out muffled moans as I tried to lie as still as possible letting her suck my cock.
“You know son, mum would really appreciate it if you actually tried to fuck her mouth with your cock” Dad hissed as I looked up watching him wank inches from my face.
A quick look round and mum was nodding her head still trying to keep me in her mouth.
“But dad I might push too far” I said watching him smile.
“Trust me son, the further the better” he hissed as I slowly moved my hips in time with her mouth.
Suddenly as my tongue stroked her clit I felt a tightness around my cock then listened to my mum make a gurgling sound before pushing her mouth back up again onto my cock.
“See son, your mum loves that” dad groaned as I continued to fuck her mouth realising that she was actually letting me push into her throat.
About a minute later my mum tapped my bum as my dad spoke.
“Listen son, your mum’s coning close to Cumming, I think she would like it better if you tried putting yourself inside her” Dad groaned as I rolled off watching my mum nod.
“Please baby, I want you to fuck me, but you have to do it really hard” mum groaned as I slipped round until I was lying between her legs as mum reached down guiding my 7 inch cock to her pussy.
Like a perfect dream my cock slipped easily between her lips finding her wet hole pushing through the muscle into the wet and warm haven of her pussy.
“Oh fuck son, you feel great” mum groaned as I started slowly lifting my hips then pushing back inside her.
I lay on top of her looking into her eyes watching her smile as I slowly fucked that wondrous pussy.
“Okay baby, now try and push it in a little harder” mum said with a smile as I nodded feeling her hands down on my bum guiding me.
“Oh fuck” I groaned feeling my cock slam harder and harder into her pussy watching her close her eyes.
“Oh baby, your going to make me cum” mum hissed as I felt her hips moving in time with mine.
I was leaning on my arms feeling my arms getting sore as I continued to power my cock into that lovely warm hole; mum continued to groan quicker and quicker until suddenly she let out this amazing groan as he body went rigid.
“Good boy, you’ve just made mum cum” Dad hissed as I felt my own cock wanting to shoot my seed inside her.
“Dad, I need to cum” I groaned listening to him laugh watching my mum finally open her eyes.
“No son, I want you to cum in my mouth” mum hissed as my eyes widened.
Mum suddenly pushed me off her rolling me onto her back then slammed her head between my legs.
“Grab her head son and fuck her mouth until you cum” dad hissed as I watched him stroke his cock faster.
Grabbing her head then thrusting my hips up I listened to my mum gargle then take me back into her throat.
“Oh mum” I groaned then felt my cock come to life in her mouth.
“Fuckkkkk” I groaned pushing up feeling my cock slip into her throat then expel a burst of cum down her throat.
“Good boy” Dad groaned as I continued to cum in her mouth feeling mum trying to deal with my cock.
A few seconds later and my cock had stopped, spent after it’s first full work out. Mum lifted her head and smiled at me. “Oh baby, you were wonderful. Thanks for Cumming in mum’s mouth, I loved every drop of it” she said then climbed up and kissed me full on the lips allowing our tongues to play for a few seconds.
“Okay now go down and watch your dad, he is going to do something that I want you to try next time” mum hissed as I slipped down the bed watching mum back herself down the bed then stop on her hands and knees.
“You know son, your mum loves getting her ass fucked” dad grinned grabbing her butt then opening her cheeks letting me view her tight ass hole.
Dad guided his cock forward then gave a heavy thrust as my mum let out a loud scream “Fffuuuucckkkk” she groaned as I watched my dad’s cock drive deep inside her.
“Once it’s in you have to let her get used to it for a minute” dad said as I watched his cock stay deep inside her.
A few seconds later my mum looked round at us and nodded as my dad started slowly pulling back then pushing forward gently. “You need to start slow until she’s ready, then once she’s ready. Then you can fuck her as hard as you like” dad said as I watched his cock continue to fuck her.
“Okay baby show me what you’ve got” Mum groaned as my dad laughed then looked at me and winked.
“Listen love, by the time I’m finished tonight, you won’t be able to walk” my dad hissed as my mum laughed feeling his heavy thrust penetrate her.
Suddenly looking down my cock was hard again; I stood stroking watching my dad continue to slam his cock into her.
“Oh come on baby, surely you can do it harder than that” mum hissed as my dad looked down at me stroking my cock then smiled.
“Mum, he’s hard again. I think your arse is really going to be sore” he groaned then really started to ride her for all he was worth.
“Fuck” he groaned then flung himself onto her back as I realised that he was Cumming in her ass.
“Oh well done baby” mum groaned as dad lay there for a few seconds then pulled out of her.
“Come on son, give her one” dad said as I looked down at her large hole closing.
“But dad, your cum” I said listening to him explain that it wouldn’t do me any harm.
In a second I was behind her pushing my cock forward then pressed feeling how tight she was.
“Come on baby, do it to me” mum groaned as I started to buck my hips wildly enjoying the tightness around my cock.
Grabbing her hips like dad had done, mum pushed back taking everything I could give her.
“Oh fuck dad, she’s so tight” I groaned watching him smile as he watched his boy fuck his wife’s ass.
“Go for it son, come inside her” dad said unable to take his eyes off the show.
“Oh Fuckkkkk” I groaned feeling my cock spit into her tight ass as I pulled her hips then held myself deep inside her.
“Oh baby, that was wonderful” mum groaned as I stood holding her not prepared to come out of her lovely tight bum.
Slowly I pulled my hips back feeling my mum move, then thrust my cock back in. this happened a few times as I listened to my dad.
“Do you think you can keep going” dad asked as I nodded continuing to fuck her slowly.
Within five minutes I was ramming inside her listening to mum groan, “shit George I’m Cumming” mum moaned as I felt myself shoot a little more inside her.
Stepping back exhausted, dad took over as I watched him plunge straight in then continue for a few minutes.
Stepping out of the room, I grabbed pyjamas then headed for a shower. A few minutes later my parents had finished as we sat talking about how much we loved each other.
“Well son, from now on I expect you to show your mum plenty of love” Dad said with a grin as my mum sat nodding.
It was like a dream cum true!
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I waited a few minutes and then walked over to the door and tried to open the door but it was stuck, I jiggled the handle and pulled as hard as I could but it wouldn’t budge. I looked around and noticed no windows or a phone. I was exhausted so I went to lie down on the bed figuring that someone would be here soon to help. I glanced at the clock; it said 9:50pm.

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I must have fallen asleep for awhile because I was awoken suddenly and the clock now said 11:15pm wondering what had awaken me I tried to sit up but found that I couldn’t I wasn’t restrained in any way but I still couldn’t sit up. I also noticed that I was now naked. I began struggling to get up and I felt hands on my thighs pushing them apart I tried to fight it but couldn’t. As my legs spread further I felt one of the hands start massaging my thigh and moving up until it was on my right breast massaging and pinching the nipple I felt the other hand spreading my pussy lips open and then a tongue began licking my clit flicking lightly at first then applying pressure, and I began to scream. I could feel “him” begin sucking on my clit still massaging it with his tongue. Then all of a sudden it stopped.

I began to relax a little until what felt like a dick, and a rather big one at that, began pressing at my entrance. Before I knew it “he” was fully inside me, I felt like I had been stretched open. “He” began ramming it inside me and pinching my nipples. As “he” thrust harder and harder I began floating in the air. “He”
was still thrusting wildly inside me I could feel “his” cock filling me and in spite of myself I started getting aroused, “he must have sensed that because I could now move my body, I wrapped my legs around "him”, though I still couldn't see him at all, and held on for dear life as he began slamming it inside me harder and faster. As "he" was ramming "his" cock inside me I could feel my orgasm welling up inside me, I felt my blood start boiling and my veins felt like they were about to burst and as he slammed me harder and harder I exploded in the most incredible orgasm ever.

“He” kept on going and after about 3 more orgasms of my own he thrust a few more times and I could finally feel his cum filling me up. As “he” came I floated back down to the bed. I lay there for a little while before getting up and putting on my clothes, which I found folded neatly and stacked on a chair in the corner. When I tried the door it opened immediately and as I walked out to my car I could swear I smelt cigarette smoke. I don’t remember driving home or going to bed, but I must have because here I am now.

This is my first story. It actually happened to me in a dream, I woke up so turned on I had to masturbate for an hour. I hope you all like it as well. Let me know what you think. ]]> Mon, 11 Jun 2007 15:58:15 GMT http://www.free-erotic-story.creailtuoblog.com/comments.php?id=37#comments http://www.free-erotic-story.creailtuoblog.com/blog.php?id=37 http://www.free-erotic-story.creailtuoblog.com/blog.php?id=36

She slept.

Ultraviolet rays of morning light woke her. Vanessa shifted, her nakedness caressed by velvet … and something more tangible. Violently, she drove her body up towards the headboard and vocalized her fright by uttering a verse learned from a cultivated, virile priest she once serviced in Versailles several summers ago.

Relieved, she saw it was only Veronica, the servant girl who had greeted her the previous evening. The girl held a sponge that dripped a viscous fluid and Vanessa saw that she meant to bathe her.

“Halt little one. Who has given you this exclusive task?”

“Why, master Victor has my lady. He demands virginal purity.”

“Ha! The man is a naïve fool.”


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Veronica appeared feverish so red were her cheeks; she stammered an apology, venting reverently her excessive embarrassment. She made to leave, but Vanessa deprived her that freedom with a hand upon the arm. Veronica merely viewed her through wide brown eyes.

“Sit there on the woven rug and wash my feet.” Vanessa commanded, her own cheeks colored in a very lovely manner. “And for your comfort, remove that vile garment forced upon you by your lord.”

Veronica moved slowly under Vanessa’s investigating gaze. She peeled the short maid’s vesture over her head, releasing a river of previously restrained honey-colored curls. They fell about her vivid cheeks and highlighted the golden flecks in her glowing eyes.

Vanessa smiled languidly and felt her points stiffen as the scent of vernal iris’s filled the room through the open window. “Don’t forget those stockings dear.” She breathed, her hands beginning to traverse her own voluptuous body in preparation for what was to come.

Veronica’s form was fit and trim. Her virginal breasts rode high upon her chest, the movement of heavy breaths causing them to heave in a seductive manner. The tips were prominent and obviously erect, their color a beguiling version of carnation pink. Her waist was as slender as the Verrazano Narrows, and her tiny navel beckoned, vying with her other parts for the exquisite stroke of a moist, fiery tongue.

Vanessa paused as her fingers ventured near her yearning cave of pleasure. “How old are you darling?”

Veronica looked up from the arduous task of removing those very sleek stockings. She burst into violent blushing as she saw what Vanessa was doing. “Thirteen years today my lady.” Her shaking hands continued, revealing one long leg at a time to Vanessa’s lecherous eyes, before wrapping her versatile fingers around the arched feet of the lady before her.

“Perfect. A valentine child. And are you aware of the nature of my employment with your Lord Victor? Mmm, yes, a little harder my sweet.”

“No ma’am. I was only instructed to respond to your smallest whim. I am here to serve you in every way ma’am”

With Veronica now fully exposed, her tender young body was so fresh and clean that Vanessa’s salivary glands veered into overdrive as she ravished her visually.

Vanessa rose from the bed and extracted her feet from Veronica’s grasp. “I am here to cure your Lord of an ancient malady. I divulge you this secret for you are to play a very large part in his cure. Lord Victor wishes to marry and sire offspring but cannot do so from his immortal body. As I am singularly trained in this field, I will perform a blood ritual, which will restore Victor to his former unvanquished state of divine virility. Sadly, for you, this venture means your death, for a virgin must perform this ritual upon a virgin. Although I am skilled in many deviant forms of perverted pleasure, no man has ever torn my covering. However, I have bargained with your lord for marriage in exchange for my services so that I may at last have that penetrative joy and bear the girl child I need to continue my lineage.”

Vanessa saw the girl’s visage hover between bewilderment and visible alarm. She strove to comfort her with soft caresses along the length of one smooth, flawless arm. “Do not fear me child, I promise you will enjoy your adventure before you die. I am a great admirer of the flowering loveliness of youth that I see through your veneer of bravado.” She stroked Veronica’s face gently, savoring the sweet feel of her innocence. “While I crave your fear, I also need your pleasure. Now, won’t you let me love you without violence … for a spell?”

Veronica appeared to be mesmerized by the provocative vision that danced before her eyes. “Yes… I will.” She whispered.

“Then lie down upon this velvet bed and open yourself for me. Let me vent my passion on your lovely body before you drown in your own blood.”

The child lay down and spread herself before the raven haired beauty above her. The votive candles were lit and a vibraharp sounded in the distance. Through the door entered Victor, naked and old and vastly erect. He stood in the shadows as Vanessa began her tremulous exploration of young Veronica’s nubile body, but she sensed his vile presence.

Vanessa stroked Veronica’s face and rained a shower of kisses upon her closed eyelids, ever soft and elusive. She placed her face within the irresistible folds of Veronica’s neck and took in her virgin scent. Veronica moaned softly and began to tremble. Vanessa moved her hungry, heavy lips to Veronica’s mouth and pressed insistently. The child flowered beneath her, lips thirsty and her body heaving. When she at last allowed entrance, hot daggers of wanton lust filled Vanessa’s veins. Their tongues met, the venerable fire increased, and a flood of viscous juices coated both their velvet-like inner thighs.

Victor watched, violently trembling and voraciously hungry.

The girl child became demanding. She tugged Vanessa’s hands, urging them to reach places only she herself had been before. Groaning painfully, she thrust upwards, vainly searching for some victory she could not name, yet finding only flesh, yielding and too soft. “Please,” She whispered urgently, seeing the gleam of silver from the corner of her left eye, but uncaring of its meaning.

Vanessa complied. Her head danced upon the child’s hot flesh, her hair grazing the tender young ribs and setting her passion to revolutionary heights. With practiced care, she settled those virulent lips along the swell of Veronica’s underdeveloped breast finding the protuberance she so eagerly sought. Vanessa suckled and the child whimpered in delight. Vanessa’s tongue moved with a will of its own, surrounding the swollen nipple and stroking it from the soft underside.

The girl was mad with passion. Her cries reached a violent crescendo, ringing in Vanessa’s ears as she pressed her breast farther into the older woman’s sucking mouth. She squirmed beneath her as Vanessa’s fingers found her fiery cave and delved deeply, her thumb providing pleasure with firm, insistent circles across her throbbing clitoris. A high-pitched scream rent the air and Veronica convulsed as an explosive climax ripped through her young body.

Vanessa did not cease her invasive maneuvers. She pinned the girl with her body as her teeth tightened around the sensitive appendage she held captive in her mouth. She bit down with great force and drummed a beat on the child’s engorged clitoris. Her reaction was Vanessa’s reward. The scream that was before high and almost lady-like became low and throaty. She liked the pain it was obvious to see.

Vanessa gave her more. Her fingers plowed through the tender labia that clutched them. They became a piston of pleasure / pain, securing the child’s devotion by way of deviant delight. So enraptured was Vanessa, that she prolonged the event, loving the movements of the woman-to-be underneath her. Another violent orgasm shook the child’s body and Vanessa thought it time to begin the real ritual.

Raising herself, she slid the silvery blade along Veronica’s sweet flesh. It glinted majestically in the glow of muted sun and fragrant candles. Below her, Veronica’s eyes widened with demented pleasure and viable fear, yet the child’s body begged for more.

“It is an honorable thing you do sweetheart. The pain will be vast, but the joy will be even more pervasive.”

Vanessa muttered under her breath, nonsensical syllables that tumbled from her passion-rich throat. The spells she cast brought forth a vision of veined creatures. They writhed about on the floor. These filmy apparitions vividly conjured dreams of death to all who beheld them. They consummated with each other and a low-rising moan of vast proportions filled the room.

The first cut came quickly; with no elusive seduction to prompt the child to feel anything other than the pain it gave her. She gasped and Vanessa’s body responded with a shudder of pleasure. As she feasted her eyes on the first trickle of red to flow from the alabaster skin that released it, Vanessa maneuvered her free hand and stroked her own burning clitoris. Several passes served to coat her fingers with juice, which she then offered to Veronica’s willing mouth. As the girl began to suck, Vanessa came, tapping the restrained passion that threatened to erupt and cause her to violate the writhing body beneath her too soon. Now the pressure was relieved, she could continue her spells in relative calm. She’d not judged the fire the child possessed, and the experience of it was overly exciting, making it difficult for Vanessa to concentrate.

A matching cut now decorated the woman / child’s body. The chanting continued as the very walls of the room darkened to the hue of vivid sunset. Two lovely rivers of blood trickled seductively from just under Veronica’s breasts down to her delicious navel. The blood pooled within and Vanessa softly called to Victor. “Come…”

He approached eagerly, his face a harsh mask of volatile emotion. His erection was prominent and pulsed visibly. Vanessa wondered how long it had been for him.

“The spells are cast. Now we need only the physical attributes that will activate the transformation. Listen raptly, and follow my gestures.”

Victor nodded.

“Lean down and very carefully drink from her navel, touching no other part of her. You can see the child is beside herself with passion. She needs to be completed for her body burns with need. She will not be still for long.”

As Victor’s mouth neared his liquor of life, Vanessa soothed the girl with kisses to her face and neck, as the moans she issued grew more frenzied. She watched carefully and heard with delight the slurping that signaled success. Victor growled low and raised his head. Twin trails of blood flowed from his stained lips. He threw his head back as tremors took his body. Vanessa sighed. It was painful, she knew, but she was eager to taste the child and complete the sacrifice for her own body was near the point of no control. It had been long since she was this excited and the things she planned for Veronica before death overcame her were too great a temptation to deny.

Victor dropped to the floor, seeming to drown amidst the vaporous apparitions that still floated upon the lavender floral patterns like dark vessels of violence. Vanessa turned her attention back to the girl as Victor’s moans of pain and terror fueled the fire in her veins.

She fell on her – a thing possessed – her mouth took a life of its own as the blade went back to work. Small, precise cuts further released the child’s rich red blood. Vanessa bent her head and with no thought for anything else, she devoured the girl’s vagina. Her tongue slithered out and began probing the coveted, tender flesh that lay hidden deep inside her cavity. Above her head, Veronica thrashed about on the velvet spread. Her fingers found Vanessa’s hair and entangled themselves inside its silkiness. She tugged and moaned and thrust her tiny cunt against Vanessa’s skilled tongue, ever hungry for more.

Vanessa savored the tangy blood that at last converged with the girl’s orgasmic fluids. She flattened her tongue into a paddle of pleasure and pressed roughly, slipping it up and down across her clitoris in minute movements designed to bring on waves of everlasting orgasm. Veronica shook and voiced her delight in short, sharp cries that vented all her energy into this one thing. This thing that was alive and all consuming.

Vanessa continued to massage the child’s clitoris as her own body began to call out. Victor’s moans had subsided into tired whimpers; the transformation had neared an end. Penetration was the next step.

She felt something press against her from behind. She knew what it was. Whirling, she gave a vicious thrust with the blade clenched tightly in her fist, but met only empty air as Victor sidestepped her lunge. “Traitor!” She called, instantly aware of the treachery this moment held. From underneath, Veronica moved.

The girl rose, naked, lovely, dripping blood from dozens of cuts that criss-crossed her skin. Vanessa struggled to move, but had become too complacent and was now effectively trapped. Victor’s hands were holding her still as Veronica tenderly removed the silver blade from her grasp. The look on the child’s face was a mix of sorrow and sick pleasure. She leaned down and pressed her face against Vanessa’s hair. “Thank you,” she said in a small voice just as she pressed the silver blade between the lower two ribs on Vanessa’s right side. Vanessa gasped as she felt the cold blade slide inside. She felt the muscle separate, allowing the steel to render her helpless from pain and shock.

Victor appeared above her prone body. He was now young, strong, and vibrantly sexy. In his hand he supported his massive shaft. It was slick and throbbing, and she felt its heat, even from a distance. Veronica gently spread her legs with utmost care as Victor positioned himself between Vanessa’s thighs.

“No!” Vanessa hissed. “No, you cannot do this to me! I am a queen amongst my people. It is I who will reign victorious here. No!”

Her struggles met only solid strength, and while her body betrayed her with its weakness, her cries went unheeded. She could see the bloodlust that lit Veronica’s eyes. The child was eager for this. She held the older woman still as she spoke softly. “Now, Victor my love. Take her now.”

The man, filled with fresh vigor and fervid lust, placed his swollen penis at the entrance to Vanessa’s virginal cavity. He allowed his hands to stroke the length of her leg as he leaned over for Veronica’s kiss. “For you my sweet angel,” he whispered against her violet lips as he began to press forward.

Vanessa screamed a volley of vile curses. She condemned him to vanquish in the fires of hell even as she thrust upward to meet his body. His enlarged shaft penetrated Vanessa’s fiery hot cunt and caused rippling sensations along its walls. As he entered her vagina, she screamed against the pain, called out for the pleasure, and rocked forward as Veronica began to use the knife in earnest. A smile of glee decorated the child’s mouth as she slashed without finesse at Vanessa’s skin. Victor moaned as he felt the life force inside him strengthen. With no regard for his victim, he plunged, repeatedly tearing her tender flesh and securing his mortal victory.

Defeated, Vanessa groaned softly. She twisted her head and found herself staring into Veronica’s brown eyes. The child moved closer and the chill of the blade made itself known as it caressed her skin. Vanessa stretched up, reaching for Veronica’s sweet mouth, wishing to drown in her youth and beauty before she died.

Victor pumped viciously, filling her body with his penis again and again. Withdrawing, then plunging deeper… ever deeper. Vanessa was lost in the moment, bearing down on his every stroke as she felt indescribable pleasure flood her weak limbs. She was cumming now … and the blade was cutting. She felt it match the rhythm of her orgasm. She felt it pressing deep. She felt it slice. She groaned and continued to convulse in pleasure. It sliced her from neck to belly, and then beyond. Dizzy now, she raised her head, wishing to see from this angle what she’d seen so many times from above. Her blood flowed freely. It ran down her sides and became a river of red.

As her life began to ebb, she heard a harsh groan and Victor emptied his thick seed inside her just as Veronica plunged the silver knife through her chest piercing her heart with the deepest chill.

Vanessa died.

Had she been alive, she would have witnessed a frenzy of two slick, red-coated bodies fucking into oblivion and beginning a demon-child.
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He sat there with a peculiar look. His handsome face staring at me from across the train. I knew he was looking at me even when I was turned away, I could feel his cold gray eyes scanning my face that people always said looked like Pam Grear’s, my long slender and shapely legs, my nicely shaped breasts and the area between my thighs. It was a feeling that I had grown used to in the past year, men examining my body. At age 16, I was quite filled out. When men first began to stare at more than just my pretty face, I felt violated. But lately I realized that most men who look would never do much and I began to take it as a complement. But this man was weirding me out. He had a hungry look that made me nervous, so I nearly jumped out of my skin when he began to approach me. I watched him put his bag in the seat that he was sitting in and begin to walk towards me. I looked away as if expecting him to walk past me. My heart began to pound as the stopped in front of me.


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“Excuse me miss, would you like to take my seat over there?” the man asked with a sly smile that penetrated strait down to my core. The subway car took a sharp turn and he fell in close to me, his sweet cinnamon breath blew into my mouth. He lingered there for a moment boldly staring down my shirt until another sharp jerk pulled him away.

Realizing that another turn could come at any moment, I accepted the seat with a smile and waited for him to lead the way, but he gestured for me to go. “Ladies first.” He said close to my ear. I began to shove my way to the seat when I noticed that the man’s bag was on the floor and a very large man was sitting in the seat. When gray-eyes saw the man, he slid past me to confront him. As he moved by, I felt the unmistakable lump of an erection brush against my ass. The feeling sent shock waves through my body and I felt my own wetness begin to grow. It was the first time I had ever been attracted to a man and one that I didn’t even know. I mean yeah, Usher, Johnny Deep, and Bert McCracken all turn me on, but all of the older men that I see on the streets repulse me. However, the juices stirring between my legs didn’t lie. I had the hotts for this guy. He looked about late 20’s, not too old, about 27 or 28. And judging from the budge in his pants he was no old timer.

“Hey, I think this seat was hers.” He said.
“I don’t see her name on it.” The fat man said in an ugly harsh voice.
“You know, if this is going to be problem…” Gray-eyes stopped short when he saw the man flash a shiny pistol under his coat.

“Look, I’m in no mood to argue right now. So why don’t you and your little girlfriend take your shit and get the fuck off of my train.” The man said throwing Gray-eye’s bag at him. The train rolled into another stop and we both got off silently and quickly. “Come on, Maybe we can get you on another car!” gray-eyes said, grabbing my hand and rushing towards the train, but no sooner did he say the words the train pulled off.

“I am so sorry about that.” He said, his beautiful eyes filling with remorse. “I feel so bad” he went on. “Oh its not your fault. Some people are just fucked-up like that.” I said, hoping he would take notice to my adult choice of words. “But still, I want to make it up to you. How about I find us a cab. I’ll pay.” He offered. “ Oh no. Its okay the next train comes in about 45 minutes I can wait.” I said. Chances finding a cab in New York at eight o’clock in the evening were about the same as finding an ice cube in hell; plus something about riding in a car with this man made me nervous. “No I insist. Where do you live?” I opened my mouth to refuse but one glance of his sexy smile and I found myself telling him I lived on Grand Avenue. “Oh that’s not too far. I’ll call right now. Hold on.” He whipped out his phone and called a cab company. “Yes I’m on 33rd and Beach. um hum…” I looked at the street sign painted on the wall. It said 35th and Beach. I tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the sign and he held up his finger to wait. I stood waiting and inadvertently my eyes drifted down to the bulge in his pants; I could feel my head getting hot and my pulse pick-up. I thought for a moment of what it would be like to have his dick sliding in and out of my virgin pussy. I could see it in my mind, him on top of me pounding away…I shook the thought from my head, suddenly repulsed at myself for thinking such a slutty and perverted thought. “…Ok. Thanks. The cab will be here in a few minutes. I ordered it for a few blocks over where traffic isn’t so heavy, it’s faster that way.” He said with an irresistible smile that made me want to kiss him right then and there.

We walked up the stairs and onto the busy street and when we rounded the corner, I was surprised at how vacant it was. We walked along making small talk. I learned that his name was Jay and I told him that my name was Monica. We walked until we came to one of the sets of descending basement stairs. As we walked by, he looked down and stopped short. He stepped closer and bent to get a better look. “Hey What’s that?” he asked. “What?” I answered. “Look, it looks like money on the ground!” he said stepping aside so that I could look. “Let’s go get it.” He said, pushing me down. When we got to the bottom, as I bent to pick up the new 20$ bill, he pushed open the door and shoved me inside. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? LET ME OUT!!!” I screamed. He cupped his hand on my mouth and gripped me tight with his other arm. “ Shhhhhhhhhh, Shhhhhhhh, Shut Up!” he growled which caused me to just scream louder. He dragged me over to a chair in the corner with ropes and plopped me down in it. He tied me regardless of my struggles and screams and gagged me with a rubber ball and bandanna. Breathing hard, he locked the door from the inside with a key and turned back to me grinning.

He came back to me and softly placed his hand on my cheek. I tried to pull my head out of his reach. I felt humiliated and angry with myself for letting this happen. I couldn’t look at him.

“Oh, come on. I’m not that ugly am I?” He joked.
I began to cry uncontrollably.

“Shh, it’s ok. Just calm down.” he said as he rubbed my back.
“Oh God.” I thought, “How could this be happening?”

“Listen to me. Stop crying.” He said as he shook me by the shoulders.
“Listen, I don’t want to hurt you. Okay? Just be a good girl and do what I say, okay?”

I nodded my head yes.

“If you don’t scream I’ll take your gag off. You promise not to scream?”

I nodded my head yes again.

He reached behind my head and untied the bandanna. He pulled if off then pulled the ball from my mouth.
“ There, see. Its okay”

“Why are you doing this?” I sobbed.

“Oh don’t act like you didn’t want this. I saw the way you stared at my stiffy in the train station. And you act like I’m hurting you. Look, I’m not letting you go until I get what I want one way or another. So you might as well just relax and enjoy It.” He said trying to sound soothing. “Come on it doesn’t have to be like this. I’ll untie you if you promise not to fight me.”

I nodded my head. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” he said smiling.

He undid the knots in the rope and pulled me up. He took a step back to get a good look at me. “Come here.” He commanded. I took a step towards him and he put his arm around me in a hug, squeezing my ass and rubbing the damp spot between my legs. I almost started crying again. It felt good, but at the same time, it scared me half to death. “I knew you were wet.” He said. Then he went and sat in the chair.

“Take off your clothes.” He demanded.
“But wait I…” I sputtered.
“Take off your clothes. Don’t make this difficult.” He said through clenched teeth.

Looking away, I slid my strapless bra off from under my spaghetti strap shirt, and then lifted the light blouse up over my head letting my bouncy breasts jiggle as my arms fell to my sides. I heard him suck in a breath through his teeth as took in the sight. I undid and unzipped my jeans and let them fall to the ground. I looked at his handsome face staring up at me, but before I could slide off my panties he stood up taking me in his arms. He began kissing and sucking on my neck. My body tensed. I began to get a scared sick feeling again. My stomach knotted in confusion; I didn’t want to be raped, but then his lips are so soft…

“Well wait a minute. Y-You don’t w-want me. I mean I’ll probably be real bad. I mean I’m a virgin still… I heard that virgins are really bad at sex and stuff.” I stammered, I wanted to somehow deter him without making him angry.

“You’re a virgin?” He said between kisses.
“Oh baby, that just makes you that much sweeter.” He said softly into my neck.

“Wait.” I said. He stopped for a moment any looked at me. “Will it hurt?” I asked. Immediately after I said it I felt like an idiot.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle… and soft…and slow…” he said between kisses on the neck and ear. “ Come on, give me a little kiss baby. Come on…” he said before giving me the hardest kiss of my life. I felt his thick tongue filling my mouth and I didn’t know how to handle it. It felt good, but I was afraid of it so I responded by trying to wriggle away from his grip.

After the kiss, he lifted me up and carried me over to the bed by the wall. He sat me down on the bed and looked at me with his cold gray eyes while he stroked his stiff tool through his jeans. I trembled in anticipation of what would come as he undid his pants, slid them to the floor along with his boxer shorts, and tugged off his shirt. For the first time I saw a penis up close. My eyes examined the smooth folds of skin bulging with the weight of his balls hanging perfectly below a long, thick shaft and a slightly violet mushroom head pointing toward the ceiling. My breath quickened as I studied, soaking in the male anatomy; every purplish vein, the patch of short hairs that grew around his manhood, the flame tattoo that was emitted from his crotch and reached upward, burning his belly and licking at his chest. Holding his long, thick cock with one hand he stepped forward and with his other hand he tickled the bottom of my chin.

“Open up baby.” I coaxed.

I don’t know why I was being so nice to this girl. Maybe it was because she was a virgin, but even before I knew that, I knew there was something different about her. She wasn’t the usual type that I went after. Usually I go after the big slutty looking bitches, but this girl caught my attention on the train. Once I saw her, I could barely pay attention to what I was doing. I almost missed my stop.

Even Vince looked surprised when I bought her over for the scam. He knows what kind of women I usually set up. Trashy blonde bithces that think they’re better than they are. I like those types because they go into slut mode really easy. See, I have the sweetest scam running ever: I get on the train a couple stops from my joint with my pal Vince. If I see a bitch I want to fuck, I give Vince the signal to steel my seat, flash his fake pistol, we get off at my stop I “Call a taxi” and the rest is history. You would be surprised at how many stupid bitches fall for it every day. I take whatever pocket change they have and split it with Vince and every thing works out good, as long as I keep moving the operation around. Good money, good pussy… What could be better?



And there I was coaxing this girl to suck on my dick when usually I just tie the bitches up and fuck the shit out of them or shove my cock down their throats with a gun to their heads. But this one was different. I wanted her to enjoy it. I watched as she eyed my nice sized cock. She probably never saw a dick as big as mine. She might not have ever seen a dick before period, judging from the look on her face.

“Come on.” I said while pulling her jaw open.
“There you go.” I said as I slid my huge throbbing cock into her sweet little mouth. I gripped the back of her head and gazed into her big beautiful brown eyes as I pushed my self in. She began to gag as I hit the entrance to her throat. I slid out a little, letting her catch her breath.

“Its okay, just breath through your nose. Relax your thought. Oooh yeah, oh yeah good girl.” I coached while I began to rock back and forth. “ Good, now suck it.” She began to suck on my swollen piece as I rocked, picking up the pace. Fucking her mouth.

“OOOH…Yeah…. umm.”

I was at a good pace, with both of my hands on her head, fucking her mouth as hard as I could without choking her. I felt my stiff prick harden even more and before I could pull my dick out of her mouth, I came, squirting my gobs of cum down her throat. She whimpered and tried to pull her head away, but I held it in place long enough to make sure that she swallowed a few times, then I let her go. She pulled back and cum shot onto her neck and a little on her cheek. I watched as my juices dripped down her milk chocolate colored skin. She sat back on the bed looking startled. “Thank you baby. I needed that.” I said reaching out and patting her on the head. She was a sight almost enough to make me squirt again. Her cute little face peered up at me with wide, frightened eyes; cum dripping down her neck onto her tits… she made me want to jack off and cum all over her. She made me want her to taste it and like it. She made me want it in her pussy. I scooped some jizz off of her tits with two of my fingers and stuck them in her mouth…

“Suck it off” He said in a light voice. I did as he said, sucking all of his creamy cum from his fingers. It tasted sweet and salty, a flavor that didn’t bother me any. At first, I was afraid of how it would taste or feel like going down, but I was surprised at how nice and smooth and sweet it was. I still didn’t like the idea that it was swimming around in my stomach though. The thought made me feel a little sick, like I did when he kissed me.

He took another scoop from my boobs and smeared it onto my lips. “Lick it off.” He commanded. I reluctantly stuck out my tongue and licked the cum from my lips. He got another finger full and rubbed it on my lips again, but this time before I could lick it off he grabbed the back of my head, bent down, and licked the cum off of my lips for me. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe that he had just ate his own cum. Then he jammed his tongue down my throat and kissed me as he played with my stiff nipples.

He took my hand and put it on his cock that was already beginning to swell again. I felt his pulse through the large veins in his dick. He moved his hand down and placed it in my wet panties, finding my clit and rubbing it with the soft tips of his fingers. I felt my fears and inhibitions melt away as my tongue met his with each inward stroke that he made. When the long kiss ended, Jay slid down to his knees and put his face to m crotch. He bit the wet cloth of my panties and slid them down my thighs with his teeth. My mouth fell open as I witnessed the departure of my innocence. Once they were at my knee, he ripped my panties off, tearing them like tissue. He began licking the remaining cum from my tits and the spot on my cheek and when all the jizz was gone, he came up and we shared another kiss, this time he had my full participation. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations that he caused my clit with his fingers as we kissed that I began willfully stroking his now stiff cock in my hand.

“Humm. That was really good.” He said when the kiss was over. “Now I’m gonna show you just how good.” He said as he parted my knees more, revealing my tender pussy. He planted tiny kisses around my clit, on my swollen lips, and on my thick, brown thighs. Then he pushed me back on the bed until I was propped up on my elbows. He lifted my feet onto his shoulders opening my virgin hole to him.

He planted a soft kiss on my hole that made my body shiver. Then he pushed his finger into my incredibly tight pussy. His large finger was a tight fit and I felt every exhilarating movement. The only thing that had ever been inside my cunt was a tampon. Putting my finger inside my hole wasn’t a regular part of my masturbation. I usually only played with my clit until I got off, and the few times that I had put my slender finger inside hardly made a difference at all.

“Damn you’re tight, you must be a virgin.” Jay said, looking up at me with a hint of glee.
As he wiggled his finger around inside me he rubbed my swollen clit with is thumb. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. He withdrew his finger and stuck it in his mouth, swirling it around and sucking all of my juices from it. Then he reached up and put his finger in my mouth, rubbing my tongue.

“You like that?” He asked me. I didn’t answer.
He put a hand on each thigh and pulled legs open even wider. Then he stuck out his tongue and made circles around my clit. He moved down finally slipping his tongue into my pussy, licking around inside. I let out a loud moan as my hand moved to rest on his head as if it were controlled by some one else. He slid his tongue out and sucked on my hole, drawing my juice into his mouth. He sucked my clit and lips too, lapping and slurping on my wetness. I cried out with pleasure until I almost came. He suddenly stopped and got up, letting my feet fall to the floor.

“NO! MORE!” cried out to him. I wanted to cum so bad. I hated him for stopping.

“That’s right. Beg for it.” He said with a smile. I let out an exasperated cry as I reached down and began working my clit with my own finger.

Jay grabbed both my hands and held them over my head.

“I said beg for it.” He barked close to my mouth.

“Oh. Please. Jay Please!” I cried out to him. I couldn’t believe that I was there begging this guy to suck me out.

“Please what?” He said, pretending not to know what I wanted. I could see that he was turning it into a game.

“Please eat me!”

“What?”

“PLEASE EAT ME!!!”

“Eat what?”

“My pussy”

“What?”

“PLEASE EAT MY PUSSY!!!”

“Please eat my pussy what?”

“PLEASE EAT MY PUSSY JAY!!” I screamed. I was tired of playing. I wanted his tongue with a wanting that I never felt before.

He went to his knees and began to eat my cunnie like it was going out of style. He ate me until I came. My body shook, and I howled with pleasure. All my muscles clamped and I could have passed out from hyperventilation. I fell back on the bed exhausted, which is right where he wanted me.

He got off his knees and positioned himself between my legs. Then he placed his thick cock head at the entrance to my cunt and began to push himself in. I whimpered as I felt myself stretching to fit him inside. He worked his hips in small quick circles penetrating me little by little.

“Shit you’re tight!” Jay said. After about a minute of working he had only gotten half his head in.

“DAMN!” He shouted with frustration. Then he took my legs and lifted them until my feet were on his shoulders wile I still laid back on the bed. “I didn’t want this to hurt you… But you’re just too damn tight.” He said in a sorrowful voice. Then he pushed his dick into me with a force that caused me to cry out with pain. He backed out a little then slammed into me with another horrible push that made me scream. He bent over me and put his hand over my mouth. I screamed as loud as I could into his hand, tears running down my face. He pulled out all the way up to his head and slammed back in until his nuts were grinding into my ass. I couldn’t believe that I had stretched enough to fit him. His cock was already a tight fit in my mouth.

After a few strokes the pain seemed to melt away some. I sat up to see what it looked like to have him inside me. The sight shocked me it looked so unbelievable. The contrast of his white skin against mine made the sight all the more unrealistic. He was fucking me hard now, his huge cock slipping in and out of me at a hundred miles an hour. After the first five or six full strokes, the pain had mostly subsided, leaving me with a full feeling that I hadn’t known I missed until then, but the rubbing was still to uncomfortable for me to enjoy.

I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. I pushed myself up and kissed him in the mouth. It was slow and passionate but he never broke his stride. As our tongues curled around each other, I felt his tool swell and as our kiss broke, he came in me violently groaning and shaking. His body flipped with spasms as he filled my cunt with his hot, sticky seed. I thought he was going to stay that way forever, he came so long. After flow if jizz stopped he flopped down next to me, forcing me turn on my side to keep him from painfully ripping out of me.

He pulled my body close to his and whispered to me how happy I had made him, how good I felt, and how much he wished that he never had to leave my sweet cunt.

He fell asleep with his dick still in me, too exhausted to pull it out which was just fine with me because I had that wonderful full feeling as I slowly drifted off to sleep in the arms of my rapist.

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One day we were out fishing, at one of the fishing holes out in the middle of no where. It was summer and it was hot. Even though we had been wading it was still hot. So we decided it was time for a swim, Mikey got out and took off all his clothes and jumped in. I wasn't to sure but I figured, I'm older so what the heck. I got naked and jumped in. We swam for a while and then went to his house to ask his parents if he could spend the night, Mikey was really excited, he had never done this before, he kept thanking me, I told him to relax, we'd have fun.



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So he got some thing for us to play with, and we went to my house. My mom let us eat out in my room while we watched tv. Later, after everyone finally went to bed we were playing a little dare game. I dared Mikey to run around the garage(outside) in his underwear. He said, " No way ". He said he would in side my room, but not out side. I said, "OK", "but you have to be naked"., Mikey was thinking about it, "Only if you take off your clothes, too". I did and he ran around the room. When we sat down we didn't bother to put on our underwear, we just sat there naked. I asked him if he ever played with his dick before. "No" he snaped. "Don't lie, it's ok we all do it." He told me he really hadn't, he didn't know how. So I told him I would show him. So we sat back and I showed him how to jack off. I said now you try it. He reached out and began jacking ME off. I was surprised and when I jumped and asked, "What are you doin?"
Mikey got embarassed and began to cry. I told him not to worry, that I liked it. Then I told him I would do him if he wanted. We sat there in the dark after that and played with each other's dick and balls for a long time. Mikey stay over alot that summer and we both learned alot on our own about sex. We later even tried oral and anal sex. It was awkward at the time but we did ok......
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She had a boyfriend, his name was Allen, and I didn't see it at the time, but he was the ugliest thing I had ever laid eyes upon. For some reason, I convinced myself that he was hott and extremely sweet. When I look back upon things, I thank god my friend, Rose, was there to set Christine and I both straight. Allen was around 5'5" and had really stringy, hardly ever washed, blonde hair, but he had dyed it, so it was half black. He wore glasses and never brushed his teeth. I don't know what I could have possibly saw back then, but, I was young and foolish.

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He approached me one day and told me he had a thing for me. So that friday, while Rose and Christine waited at the pep-assembly for me, Allen and I snuck off down into the woods behind my school. He came over and kissed me and we began to make out passionatly. I ignored the horrible taste of his tongue in my mouth, and stopped myself from gagging. He proceded to pull my shirt off while I unbuttoned his. He peeled it off and revealed his very weak looking body. He then un-snapped my bra and pulled it off. I undid his pants as he reached for mine and began undoing them. He slid them off of me and pulled his own pants off. He then pulled his boxers off as fast as he could and he ripped my thong off of me.

He then told me to get on my knees, so I did. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his thin short cock into my mouth. I seriously doubt his cock was any bigger then a sucker. He kept sliding it in and out of my mouth untill he decided he'd had enough.

He pushed me onto my back and told me to spread my legs. As I did, he grabbed my legs under my knees and pushed them up and forced his thin cock inside of me. He started moving in and out as hard as he could.

"God Jessica you're such a fuckin' slut. You fuckin' whore. You love this don't you, you nasty cunt." He groaned out. "Here." He said, as he grabbed my hands and put them on my knees, holding my legs up for him. "Now take this you fucking slut." He forced his cock into my ass.

Even with his little cock, it hurt like a son of a bitch. I hated anal sex, I had only tried it once with the person I lost my virginity to only a year ago.

"God damn you take it out" I cried.

He forced his cock all the way into my ass and started grabbing my tits. I had let go of my legs and was now trying to push him away from me.

"Stop! Stop it hurts! Damn you stop!" I screamed.

"No you fuckin' whore." He rolled me over onto my stomach and forced his cock back into my ass. "You're gonna make me cum you little slut. You want it in your ass don't you."

He started fucking my ass as hard and as fast as he could. He told me he was going to cum in my ass and that I was going to enjoy it. I felt his hand smack my ass and heard a loud slapping sound. It hurt extremely badly and it felt like my ass was going to bleed if he didn't stop soon.

"Allen stop!" I groaned out.

"Fuck you, god, I'm almost there. Fuck take it you slut" he said as he grabbed my hips and shoved forward, forcing his cock all the way up my ass.

I felt his cock throbbing and pulsating in my ass. Then the first shot came deep in my ass. He started moving his hips in and out harder and faster, his cock exploding deep in my ass with every thrust. He then pulled it out and finished cumming all over my back. He was satisfied. He stood up and got dressed. Leaving me on the ground in the woods. I pulled myself up and proceeded to get dressed. It was hard to walk out of the woods in my condition, but I did it. When I reached the top of the hill, right before the school, he grabbed me, kissed me and told me "We'll do this again sometime" as he walked away.

I figured I'd had enough, but, as it turns out, he was right. Him and I fucked two more times before I had the courage to tell Rose. She saved me and Christine's friendship, and we finally realized what a low life creep Allen really was. ]]> Fri, 23 Mar 2007 13:14:07 GMT http://www.free-erotic-story.creailtuoblog.com/comments.php?id=33#comments http://www.free-erotic-story.creailtuoblog.com/blog.php?id=33 http://www.free-erotic-story.creailtuoblog.com/blog.php?id=32

The girls were wearing shorts and tank tops that seemed stretched across their bodies with glowed with perspiration. One had light brown hair and the other jet black, but both had bodies to die for. Following them would be a pleasure if I could keep up. They were younger and in better shape and so slowly within the next kilometre they slipped from my view. The trail around Stanley park has many twists and turns as it makes way around the harbour and round to English Bay. A few more runners and cyclist passed me but non as fair as those two girls.

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I was just over two thirds of the way round the trail when to my surprise I there at the side of the trail was the black haired beauty from the group. She was sitting at the edge of the trail holding her left knee. As I got closer you could see that there was blood on her knee and she was in pain. My guess was that she took a tumble at speed and bumped and scraped her knee. No one was helping her and her friends were nowhere to be seen. So I decided to stop and offer assistance, but mainly to have a closer look at this beautiful lady.

I stopped and said “Are you alright, do you need some help?”
She looked up with her blue eyes, moving her hair away from her face and replied “No, that it wasn’t necessary.”

I looked at her admiring her long legs and cleavage of her firm breasts and said. “ your knee is bleeding, let me look at it, I have some water and a towel so we could clean it up a bit and bandage it till you get home.”

I was trying to stay focused by my cock was starting to rise. So I knelt down beside her injured knee and removed my backpack. “Great day for a blade” I said trying to engage her in conversation as I got the towel and water. She nodded her head in agreement, and then removed her hand from the knee. She looked about 25 years of age, tanned body and shoulder length straight black hair. “My name is Greg Trums, what’s yours?” I asked.

“Cindy, and thank you for stopping, this really hurts.” She replied in a soft voice.
“So where are your friends you were skating with? I say you pass me earlier with them” I asked
“Well they are much better bladers and I couldn’t keep up with them. We were to meet at the pub by the beach at 6:30pm if we got separated. I would have hoped that at least one of them would have thought to come back since its 7:00pm now.” She said in a disgusted voice.
“OK, this is going to sting as I try and get some of the dirty out of the scrap, OK”

Cindy tensed as I cleaned the cut and wrapped the hand towel round the knee to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. I then asked “ are you OK to continue blading or would you like some assistance to get you to the pub?”
She replied, “I will try but yes your assistance would be appreciated.”
Fine by me, as I would get to hold this sexy girl….

I helped Cindy to her feet and copped a quick feel of her breasts as she steadied herself. This was going to be harder than I thought as my cock was now starting to get rock hard and the bulge starting to show. This didn’t go un-noticed by Cindy, I could see her eyes give me a look-over as she got up and hesitate at my crotch.

Once she was up we started slowly blading along the path, Cindy held my arm in a death clutch and her face grimaced as we went. It took a bout half an hour to make it to the pub where she was to meet her friends. She looking in and talked to one of the waiters who informed her that they had all gone home.

“Those bastards” Cindy said.
“Can you get home?” I asked
“Yes, my car is round the corner, but we were going to have drinks and dinner, bastards” she replied.
“Well”, I ventured, “if you like we could have dinner?”
“I guess that would be OK, especially since you stopped and helped me.” She said. “Lets go to my car so that I can get my shoes. So where do you want to eat?”
“ Here is fine, unless you have a better place.” I replied.
“OK, we will eat here.”

I helped Cindy to the beach parking lot across the street and when she sat to take off her boots I could tell it would be hard with the scrap on her knee. I offered to remove her blades and put on her shoes for her, which she accepted. I noticed she changed her position on the seat and had opened her legs more revealing the fact that her shorts were now so tight in the crotch that her lips were straining against the material and a small wet spot (must be perspiration!) had appeared right before my eyes. In the meantime my cock was just about to leap out of my shorts, thank heavens they weren’t as tight as hers or else I would be in pain! I fumbled my way through the task at hand, and a few times she caught me looking at her pussy. Once I was done, I could feel bits of pre-cum escaping from my cock and making it presence known on my shorts. Cindy leaned forward, giving me a full view of her cleavage squeezed in her halter-top, and then gave me a quick kiss on my head.

We then went to the pub where I removed my blades and she got us a table. The waitress ushered me to where Cindy was seated and to my surprise it was in a secluded part of the pub where it wasn’t as busy. I slid into the booth and then Cindy slide closer, so that we were both at the back of the booth facing out towards the rest of the pub. The tablecloth drooped over the edges for about a foot giving more privacy to the booth. As the waitress took our drink orders I felt Cindy’s hand touch my side sending a shiver up my body and ensuring my cock stayed rock hard and oozing.

I decided that I would return the favour and placed my hand on her leg and traced it to the knee and then back to the bottom of here shorts. Since no resistance was offered I left it there as her hand ran up and down my leg. The waitress returned with the drinks, two glasses of white wine and asked if we knew what we wanted. Now let me see, ‘Cindy naked on the table with a cherry on top would be nice’ I thought, but said “No, I need a few more minutes, unless Cindy you know what you want?”

“Yes, lets have an order of chicken Nachos and a Caesar salad. Is that OK with you Greg?” she said as her hand rubbed my captive cock.

“Sounds Fine” I squeaked out, and then coughed to try and hide the fact that Cindy had just squeezed my rod.

Cindy in turn smiled and licked her lips at me. The waitress left, and I leaned over to kiss Cindy. Our lips met and then her tongue rammed its way through my lips to dance with my tonsils. We continued to kiss for a while as we explored each others teeth and tonsils with each others tongues. In the meantime I moved my hand over her crotch and she spread her legs a little to give me better access. I gently rubbed he pussy lips which were pushing through the shorts and parted her lips stretching the fabric even more pushing it deeper. This caused more friction against the sensitive skin and I could feel the wetness coming through the material. In the meantime she was gently rubbing my cock up and down its 8 inch length making it leak more pre=cum which she could feel its wetness through the pants.

Fortunately, or unfortunately for us, the waitress appeared with our food.

We both eat without much talking or anything else as we had both suddenly realized how hungry we were. At the end of dinner while finishing our drinks Cindy said “ so Greg where do you live?” I replied that I was out here on business for three weeks and lived in Toronto.

“Cool, where are you staying while you are here?” she inquired.
“Harbour Hotel, with a room facing the harbour.” I replied and then asked “ and you where do you live?”
“I live in a condo in False Creek, you know down by Granville Island.” She said. Nice expensive area of town to live in. She must have a good job or a rich boyfriend or family I thought.
“Can I give you a ride, in return for your assistance this evening.” She cooed.
“Sure that would be great, thanks”. I replied, then leaned over and said “ hopefully no one will notice my boner and wet spots on my shorts.” She just smiled, rubbed my cock and then licked her finger with her tongue invoking another contraction of my cock and another drop of pre-cum to largen the wet spot. It almost put me over the top.

I helped her to the car, using my backpack as a protection, Cindy just giggled. We got to the car and we made our way to the Hotel, it wasn’t far, but it didn’t stop either of us from rubbing each others crotches. Cindy’s legs were spread open and I had my finger extended and rubbing the crack of her pussy, she was responding by pushing her hips onto my finger and hand as we went. She would look at me with her blue eyes and made some low moaning sounds. In the meantime her hand was rubbing up and down my cock sending sensations from my cock to my mind that screamed for release.

All to soon we arrived at the hotel, daringly I said, “would you like to come up and have a drink, I have some wine in my room?” I was expecting her to decline, and that this was here method of saying thanks to an older man who had helped her.

“No, I don’t think that would be a good idea, sorry” she said and then pouted her lips and blew me a kiss.

‘Rats!’ I thought ‘so close and yet so far, I guess I will have to whack off fantasizing about her instead.’ So I headed to the room rationalizing it as nothing ventured nothing gained.

When I got into the room I stripped off my t-shirt, shorts and socks and stood there naked with my cock standing firmly to attention and pre-cum oozing out Best have a shower before bed and a cold one at that! I thought. Once I had finished my shower and dried off I hopped into bed naked and turned on the TV and went back over what had transpired that evening. My hand reached down and caressed my cock which was semi-hard. Stroking it back to life thinking about Cindy and her beautiful body, seeing those images of her skating and her legs pumping with well toned muscles her ass wiggling in the sunshine. Cindy’s hair flowing in the breeze she generated as she skated. My cock responded and grew hard and started to produce more pre-cum. I started stroking it harder to get it even harder and make my balls start to send the cum on its way. My thoughts turned to fantasy as I removed Cindy’s halter top and released her round tits and then to place my lips one nipple and squeeze the other with my hand bringing them to attention and causing Cindy to respond with soft moans of pleasure. Then lowering my self kissing her down to her shorts I then remove them pulling them slowly down watching them release her fabric bound pussy. The fabric looked like it was being torn away from her lips that they had been holding from my rubbing. Further moans of delight as her pussy sends signals to the brain. “Oh yes! Mmmmm” she moans. I then take my tongue and lick the entire length of her pussy, Cindy opens her legs more so that I can dig deeper.

Suddenly the phone rings, “Shit!” I exclaim, ‘it has to be my wife phoning she is the only one that would be calling at this time.’ I answer the phone, it’s the front desk. “Yes Mr Trums, there is a Ms Cindy here who was asking for you, is it OK if I let her up?]]> Fri, 23 Mar 2007 13:09:16 GMT http://www.free-erotic-story.creailtuoblog.com/comments.php?id=32#comments http://www.free-erotic-story.creailtuoblog.com/blog.php?id=32 http://www.free-erotic-story.creailtuoblog.com/blog.php?id=31


He led her into the small room with her hands cuffed behind her back, a blindfold around her eyes, and a leash attached to the chain that looped between her nipple clamps. A ball gag was in her mouth. She teetered on the very high, very thin stiletto heels she wore. He looped her leash on the doorknob, and removed the cuff from one of her wrists. Raising her arms above her head, He re-fastened the cuff where it had been. Quickly, He slipped the chain between the cuffs onto a hook that dangled from the ceiling. Her feet barely touched the floor, and she swayed with the motion of the chains. The upward stretching of her body made her back arch, thrusting her breasts forward. The clamped nipples were erect and throbbing. The rough hemp rope that encircled her breasts made them engorged and purple with pain. Satisfied that she was restrained adequately, He removed the leash. Taking her by her slender hips, He turned her to face in the direction He wanted. She felt His hands releasing the buckle from the blindfold. He reached into a small travel bag on the floor and removed a handful of tiny silver bells. He attached a bell to each of the nipple clamps and to the clit clamp. He then spaced the others out along the chain between the clamps. There was a light melodic tinkling of the bells as she swayed on her toes. "Nice, very nice," he murmured. He then turned to a closet and selected a rattan cane and a riding crop, "These will do for starters."

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He ran his fingers over her back and ass. She shuddered violently. Taking up the cane, He swung it and connected solidly with her ass. THWACK! Her body swung forward with the impact and her toes scrambled for purchase on the floor. The thump of the cane, the ringing of the bells, her muffled cry around the gag, and the faint scuffing noises of her shoes on the floor made an intoxicating symphony to His ears. A bright red stripe glowed across her ass, and the tangy aroma of female arousal filled the air. The cane rose and fell, over and over, harder, faster. On her ass, on her back, on her thighs; stripes glowed red as her body convulsed with the pleasure and the pain. Tears were freely flowing down her cheeks. Her breathing was ragged. The junction of her thighs was wet with her juices.

He let the cane drop to the floor with a thump. He gazed admiringly at the welts that covered her body from the shoulders to the knees. Cruelly, He dragged His nails across the already abused skin. More muffled cries came from around the gag. The bells sounded over and over again as he opened the welts with his nails.

His hand reached up, removed the gag, and flung it to the floor. He roughly ran a hand over her dripping gash and brought it up to her face, to show her the juices she offered to Him in tribute. He forced His fingers into her mouth. Her lips and tongue moved eagerly around His them, sucking her juices from his skin. He pulled His fingers from her mouth. She gasped, "Thank You, Master for feeding my cunt juices to me. Thank You."

"Of course, my eager little slut," He said as He reached for the crop and began to ferociously stripe her bound and clamped breasts. The bells gave a steady melody to the silibant slash and percussive crack of the crop -- the music to which He made her dance. Her body convulsed with sobs of ecstacy.

The slashes stopped as He ripped the clamp from her clit, and rubbed the tortured, engorged flesh as the blood flowed back into it. The agony was pure bliss; the bliss was pure agony. His other hand roamed over her flesh, pinching and slapping, causing the juices to flow more freely from her gaping cunt. The stinging blows landed over and over again onto her flesh, marking her, making her His own. Every muscle in her body strained for release. With difficulty she choked out the words, "Master, please may i cum now? Oh, please, Master, i need to cum. my dripping whore's gash is so hot and wet. Please, Master, let me cum, oh, please."

He smiled at the writhing, panting property before Him. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Cum for Me now, slut-slave, right now," He said, as he suddenly brought His hand down with great force, first on one swollen breast then the other.

Her back arched as every muscle went rigid and she cried out in blissful joy. The shudders of a soul-searing climax coursed through her body again and again. A steady flow of hot pussy juice ran down her thighs. He leaned in and sunk His teeth into the flesh of her tits, perilously close to breaking the skin, marking her with His teeth. Her body continued to jerk and her cunt continued to spasm as He brutally thrust two fingers into her sopping wetness, His thumb strumming and stroking her clit as she cried, "Oh God, so good! Thank You Master! Thank you." He pulled his fingers out and slapped the gaping gash between her legs--once, twice, three times--before thrusting three fingers into her. The fingers of His free hand grasped her sweaty, tangled hair as He applied His teeth to her battered and bound tits once again.

"Please, Master, may i have another," she sobbed through the tears that were running down her cheeks. Without removing His teeth from her tits, He viciously rammed her gash with four fingers. "Yes, Master, thank You, Master. Thank You for making me your fucktoy, your slut, your whore, your dangling piece of fuckmeat. Fist me, Master, please fist me. Make me completely yours."

He reached up and slipped her cuffs from the hook on the ceiling and moved her over the rough wooden table. He fastened the cuffs on her wrists to a lanyard that was secured to the table with an large eyescrew. He attached cuffs to her ankles, and secured a spreader bar there--adjusting it so that her legs were spread to the maximum. Her cunt gaped and dripped a puddle onto the table. The harsh surface of the table reawakened the pain in the welts that covered her back. She felt the ooze of blood under her. she cried out as He thrust first three, and then four fingers into her sopping snatch. The pressure became constant as He began to move the widest part of His hand into her. He released the rough ropes that bound her tits, and pinched, slapped and mauled the tortured globes as they began to swell. He jerked the clamps off her nipples just as His entire hand entered her cunt. She cried out, "Thank You Master for the pain." He curled His fingers and began slowly thrusting into her. Her cunt gripped and released around His hand and wrist. Her juice flowed freely and caused a soft sucking sound as His hand moved inside her. Her cries rang out through her sobs, "Thank You, Master!"

His hand reached up and grasped her by the throat, squeezing--just a little--making her fight for the very air she breathed. His hand bruising her soft white throat--leaving marks that looked like a living collar. His other hand and wrist moving within her cunt, rough knuckles scraping the tender inner flesh. Her moans and whimpers were interspersed with sobs as her eyes pleaded with Him for the mercy that she did not really want. The hand on her throat suddenly moved upward to her hair, taking a handful he jerked her head up and forced her to look at the bulge in her lower abdomen. She sobbed, "Oh, oh Master, so beautiful. i am honored that Master thinks me worthy to take so much pain for Him." Tears flowed down her cheeks as copiously as the juices from her cunt flowed onto His arm. He gently laid her head back down. He looked deep and hard into her eyes and said, "Cum, slut, I own you."

As if struck, her body jerked upward straining against her bonds. Her back arched as her hips pumped furiously trying to take more of His arm into her. She cried out, "Cummmmmmmming, Master, cumming for You." He began to rub her clit and her spasms came harder and faster. He rolled the tiny point of engorged flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Her body began to writhe, her head whipped from side to side and she screamed in agonizing pleasure. "Don't stop cumming, slut. Don't you dare stop." Her cunt juices squirted out from around His arm. "Nothing in you is yours to keep; you are fuckmeat--Mine to enjoy when, where and how I see fit." Fireworks exploded in her head and her cunt. She was lost in an orgasm so intense that she felt she was spinning up to the center of the sun. Her cries became incoherent screams and she tumbled deeper and deeper through subspace. She managed to gasp out, "Please. . . Master. . . let me. . . stop . . . cumming." He increased the pace of His thrusting inside her and His stroking on her clit, "Whose choice, Slut?" She could barely catch her breath as she whispered, "Yours, Master; my life is your choice."

"Always. Remember that, whore," as he pulled His hand out of her with a pop. She whimpered at the ache of emptiness. His hand and wrist were glistening and dripping with her juices. He smeared the juices on her breasts and belly. She cried out as her juices seeped into the welts on her bruised and battered tits. She begged abjectly, "Please, Master, may i lick your hand clean? Oh, oh, please feed me my cunt juices. Finger fuck Your slut's mouth with her own pussy slime, please Master. . " She was silenced by His fingers in her mouth. Her lips and tongue licked and sucked her juices off His hand and arm. He smiled down at her, "Such a good, eager little slut she is."

Her cheeks pinkened as she breathlessly said, "Thank You Master. Please, Master, will You allow me to serve you now. Please, Master, i so want to please You. i need your cum, Master, wherever You choose to give it to me."

His face hardened as He loosened her wrist cuffs from their anchor above her head. He jerked her from the table to put the maximum friction on her already bruised and welted back. Placing both hands on her shoulders, he forced her to her knees. With one hand he loosed His throbbing erection and thrust it into her wet and willing mouth. He was almost too big for her. Her lips were stretched tight around His shaft as her tongue worked furiously to pleasure the cock that she worshiped. Her entire world was reduced to that jut of flesh that thrust in and out of her mouth. His hands closed around her head, fingers entwining in her sweaty hair, as he thrust His hardness into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her cuffed hands fell to her dripping snatch and fingered her clit delicately, as He fucked her face like a cunt. His hands bruised and tore at her scalp as He suddenly thrust deep into her mouth, pressing her face into His groin, not allowing her to breathe. Tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled for breath and looked up at Him beseechingly. "Even the air you breathe is a gift from Me, slut," He said as He pulled her head back. She pulled as much air as she could into her aching lungs and gave him a look filled with gratitude and devotion. He shifted his weight slightly to slide the toe of his boot against her hand where she was still fingering herself. As he pumped her mouth, she began to hump her gash on the boot between her legs. She rubbed her slit from the toe of the boot to the ankle, moaning around His cock as the leather rubbed her clit. "That''s right. That''s my little bitch in heat."

Sweat was seeping into the welts on her back, stinging and burning--the pain increasing the tempo of her thrusting hips and the circling of her tongue as He fucked her face. His eyes never left hers, telling her without words who she belonged to--fucking her mind with His eyes. His hips began to thrust more violently than before. His body went rigid; he howled as He thrust deep into her mouth. Tears of utter bliss rolled down her cheeks as spurt after spurt of His seed exploded into her throat. She joyfully swallowed every drop.

He smiled down at her, "Such a good little slut; you have pleased me." He roughly wiped the tears from her face. Love, gratitude and devotion shone out of her eyes. He pulled out of her mouth and wiped Himself clean with her hair. As he stepped back from her, she whispered, "Thank You, Master, for allowing me to give You pleasure.'" Without the support of His hands on her head, she slumped to the floor. He took a soft blanket from the closet, and covered her body. Her last conscious awareness before she drifted into sleep was His voice, "Sleep well, little slut. Sweet dreams."
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She found herself biting her lips trying to make no sound as he trailed his hand down to her center, fingering her dripping hole and tormenting her swollen clit. Just when she knew she could no longer hold back from the orgasms threatening to course through her body, he stopped all stimulation and quietly said, “No.”. Tears welled a bit in her deep green eyes as she panted, trying to hold back. She managed to quell the overwhelming desire to cum under the watch of his beautiful blue eyes. She glanced up at him. He was watching her panting efforts at controlling herself. He wore a small smile on his face, and he had his arms propped on the table, hands cupped underneath his chin.

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He sighed and leaned back in his chair, eyes trailing over her. “Very good, my sweet.” He rewarded her with a quick hard pinch to her clitoris, while squeezing a nipple tightly. She was still in a heightened state of arousal and the quick surprise action almost pushed her over the edge. “No.” He said again, very sternly.

He rose from his chair to head to the shower. Lara scrambled off the table and followed after him cross the cold slate tile of the kitchen, through to the master bedroom and the adjoining large marble bathroom. She crawled over to the shower to fix the water temperature. She always crawled in his presence, unless specifically asked otherwise. She was instructed to do this, very firmly, in the very beginning of their relationship. The lesson was not something she would ever forget…

After she fell in love with her Master and moved into his home, he instructed her that she should crawl whenever he was home, unless told otherwise. On her first weekend as a full-time slave, the telephone rang and without thinking she jumped up and ran to answer the phone; her Master was sleeping, and she didn’t want the noise to disturb him. She hung the telephone up and turned to see her Master staring at her from the doorway of the bedroom. She immediately felt her heart rise to her throat. Heart pounding, and her body covered in a flush, she fell to her hands and knees and went over to nuzzle his feet in mute apology. “You must learn that there are no exceptions, Lara. I thought you were bright enough to catch on, but obviously you will need some encouragement.”

Her Master walked into the bedroom, and she heard him opening up doors. She knew he was in the closet she was not permitted to see. She crouched on the floor, staring at her hands, wondering what was going to happen. Her Master was very loving, and not cruel at all, but one did not disobey. Lara learned the consequences of disobeying very quickly that afternoon.

He walked out of the bedroom, with that cold look of disapproval on his face that tore at her heart. The sadness quickly turned to anxiety, though, when she saw the leather straps, chains and dildos in his hands.

“On the chaise, please, my sweet.” He said quietly, already walking towards the dark blue velvet chaise in the living room. She scurried across the floor climbing up on the chaise quickly, so as not to cause further reprimand. She started to lay back on the chaise, when he said sharply, “On your hands and knees, facing the wall!” She jumped and turned onto all fours, eyes tearing a bit in anxiousness as she stared at the wall. She heard the clinking of chains, and jumped a bit when she felt him place something like a belt around her waist. He made no sound as he did this, and she felt her juices flood her and her nipples harden as a new flood of anxiety coursed over her body.

She felt the probe at the entrance to her vagina, and quickly realized he was placing a dildo inside her. He pushed it severely and quickly until she was full to the hilt. It wasn’t very wide, and the feeling was quite pleasant. His hands left the dildo, and she squeezed every muscle she had, trying to hold the rubber cock in. She felt her juices pooling, making the task more difficult, as the dildo became more slippery. Lara had no idea what his intent was, but so far, it was quite a nice ‘punishment’, if a bit cold. She began to relax a bit and enjoy the feeling of the complete fullness.

“Enjoying that, my sweet? You do like a full hole, don’t you?” Her Master said in as he slapped her ass sharply. The surprise and sting made the dildo slip a bit, and he ‘tsked’ and shoved it firmly back in. He twisted the dildo around, sliding it in and out of her wet opening, while his other hand snuck around and started twisting a dangling nipple. She held herself very still, trying not to move with the rubber cock. She wanted to pound into the cock, and fuck it hard. She could feel her juices start to drip down her leg.

“That’s wonderful, my sweet.” Her Master said, with a laugh in his voice as he trailed a finger through her juices. “You are as always, beautifully responsive.” He pulled the soaking dildo out in mid thrust, leaving her bereft and empty. Before she could take a breath, he shoved the dripping dildo into her puckered anus. She gritted her teeth and braced herself as she felt her walls expand to accommodate the invasion. “Your juices work wonderfully, my sweet.” He said as he gave the dildo a twist, making sure it was in her anus as far as he could safely push it. She felt a rush through her body, and her hole spazmed, gasping for the deprivation of the rubber cock. She felt incredibly stuffed and extremely empty at the same time.

Lara heard her master fumble for something, and heard a “click” as he attached a strap to the belt in the middle of her back. She felt him attach the other end to the dildo sticking out her anus. He tightened the strap, and she could feel the pull of the plug with every indrawn breath. Lara bit her lip, things weren’t so pleasant now.

She held very still, taking shallow breaths, waiting for her Master’s next move. Suddenly he slapped her ass and she jumped a bit. Quickly she felt him ramming in another dildo into her dripping hole. She was so full she thought she would split. He twisted the dildo, sliding it in and out a bit, teasing her. She could feel the two rubber cocks inside her, and couldn’t suppress a small whimper.

She felt him attach another strap to the belt, this time in the front. He quickly drew the strap between her legs and attached it to the dildo in her cunt. He tightened this strap as well, just enough so it rubbed lightly over her clit. She heard and felt another click, as he somehow fastened the two dildos together. She felt trussed and fuller than she had ever felt in her life. Her anus and her vagina pulsed around the dildos trying to displace one or the other. Lara’s eyes welled with tears. She wished she could beg her Master and promise she would never forget to crawl again, but knew to stay quiet else the punishment would be worse.

Her Master wasn’t finished. She felt him attach straps again, on the front and the back of her horrible belt, and then she got a glimpse of him as he attached a collar around her neck. She could see the bulge in his trousers, and was in so much anxiety; she didn’t even have the normal urge to gobble his flesh. She felt him attach the straps to her collar, front and back. He pulled the straps tight, not painfully tight, but tight enough so there was a constant pulling sensation from both dildos. She didn’t know whether to cry or moan. She understood her Master’s plan. The tightness of the straps insured she would definitely not be walking until he removed the contraptions binding her to her hands and knees.

“Turn around now.” Her Master said sharply. She turned around as gently as possible, feeling the dildos with every small move. He was standing in front of her, with his beautiful 9 inch cock in his hand. He pushed his cock into her face, and she opened her mouth in quick obedience. He rammed his cock into her mouth and she started sucking hard. He reached over and smacked her ass sharply, and her whole body wracked with shivers of slight pain and pleasure. “You do wear straps well, my sweet.” He smiled as he grasped his fingers in her hair, holding her to his member.

She sucked his cock; she didn’t have a choice as he almost pushed himself down her throat. She felt his balls slapping her chin, and her hair fell down over her eyes. He tightened and she could feel he was ready to release. He made a small shout and she felt the hot cum splatter the back of her throat. She kept sucking until she was sure he was completely milked.

He stepped away from her, and crossed his hands in front of his chest surveying her. Her lips were red and swollen, and covered in cum. Her golden brown hair fell around her face as she met his gaze. He, unlike some Masters, wanted her to always look him in the eye. He always said he could tell if he was being a proper Master, by the expressions in Lara’s eyes.

“You look like you aren’t enjoying this fucking session as much as I, my sweet.” He said slowly, frowning slightly. “Let me see if I can help.” With that, her Master reached under her, and began playing with her clit, sliding his fingers around slowly, working her juices all over it. He started pinching her nipples, twisting and tugging on them. She flushed with shame as she felt her body quiver with arousal. “That’s much better, pet.” Her Master chuckled as he continued his ministrations to her clit. She could feel her cum flooding through her, as her desire built to a fever pitch. She started moaning, and pressing herself into his hand. The dildos, initially unwanted, filled her like she had never been filled before, and she started panting like an animal. Just as she started floating on the verge of orgasm, her Master pulled away. She moaned, unable to control a small humping motion, trying to continue through to the end. Her Master saw this, and smacked her ass sharply. “No, pet. Slaves that disobey do not orgasm.” He smacked her again, and she dropped her head, unable to hold back the tears overwhelming her.

“I hope this lesson will teach you I mean what I say.” He turned and walked towards the door to the street. As he grabbed his coat and opened the door, he said over his shoulder, “And Lara, no sleeping, laying around, and especially, no cumming. I want you to make sure the kitchen and bathroom are clean before I get home.”

With that, he left her in her packed misery. After she was sure he was gone, she left the tears fall freely. Her Master had never been this harsh before. She spent the morning, crawling on the floor, scrubbing with a rag, as she couldn’t stand to use a mop. It was torture to feel the fullness, with no release. There were times when she had to hold completely still, willing the orgasms away, and other times, she wanted nothing more than to rip the dildos out, giving her release from the torment. She felt the urge to urinate, and couldn’t accomplish the task, bound as tight as she was to the two invading cocks. The afternoon was a long one, and not a moment went by when she didn’t curse herself for displeasing her loving Master.

Her Master came home at dusk, bearing Chinese take out. He walked in the door and she scurried as fast as possible, given her restraints, to greet him. He pat her head as he set the Chinese on the dining room table. Walking quickly to the kitchen, he surveyed her cleaning and then on to the bathroom. “You did well, my sweet.” With that he led her into the bathroom. He knelt down and filled the whirlpool bath, and then turned and gently released her restraints. He gave her permission to use the toilet, and then he picked her up and placed her in the warm swirling water. The warm water caressed her chafed body, and she couldn’t stop the tears from dripping down her face.

Ignoring her tears, her Master bathed her body gently, and shaved her completely. He picked her out of the tub, and patted her body dry, then rubbing lotion all over, he took special care over the chafe marks left from the straps. After her bath, her Master laid her on the chaise, completely naked and glistening. He fed her Chinese with his own hands and caressed her worn body gently. Soon, she was soothed physically and mentally. She was in a half state of sleep when she felt him turn her over and spread her legs. He gently slid his cock into her over used hole, sliding in and out slowly. She felt her body respond slowly, traitorously, and soon the nerves were humming throughout her body and she beaded with sweat. He pushed into her, and pulled out slowly, so gently it was almost maddening. She started to push against him, wanting him to plant himself into her more fully, he obliged and then flipped her around, so she was facing him. He continued to pump into her, twisting her nipples and pinching the surrounding flesh, as he watched her fever rise. He reached down and lightly twisted her nub, and she was so overcome with a hard orgasm she screamed. He pumped himself into her, watching her body convulse as he held her hips off the chaise to hold her steady. She felt him tense, and he quickly pulled out of her and pulled her by her hair to suck his cock. Her Master pumped his seed down her throat, twisting her nipples while she fingered his anus. After she sucked every drop of his salty fluid, he pulled away from her, picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Her belly still quivered from the earth shattering orgasm she’d just had, and she snuggled into the soft midnight blue comforter and drifted to sleep. Before she lost consciousness, she heard her Master ask, “Did you learn your lesson, my sweet? Don’t ever disobey me.” She snuggled into his warm chest and whimpered at him, too exhausted from her ordeals to speak.
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I reached for my cell phone, but the batteries were flat. I plugged it into the car charger, but even this didn’t bring it to life. I sat there thinking what now, and knowing there wasn’t much chance of anyone coming past this time in the morning, I thought that I would walk to the nearest farm, it couldn’t be more than three or four miles. I wasn’t really dressed for walking, high heels, short pleated skirt, tiny blouse that exposed my naked waist. It was a warm summer night, but there was no moon and heavy cloud cover, which made it pitch black. I got out of the car, locked it and started to walk.


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I could hardly see the road at all; the night was eerily silent, apart from the click of my heels on the road. Oh I forgot to say who I am. My name Virginia (I know virgin for short, but not for long. Ha Ha. The number of times I’ve heard that one), a petite 5’ 3”, size 8, nineteen years old, and not to brag, but considered good looking. My parents are Lord & Lady Radelshome, and have a large country manor. I suppose most people would class me as a spoilt brat. At the age of eighteen I got married to my boyfriend, much to my parent dismay, but instead of disinheriting me they bought us a big country house, my new BM, and my new husband a Jag.

I had been walking for about ten minutes when I heard a car in the distance behind me. I turned, and sure enough the headlights were visible, getting bigger and bright by the second. I stood and waited, waving to make sure he saw me. The car stopped and the driver and a passenger got out.
“Is that your car back there in the middle of the road on a blind bend? We nearly crashed into it”, said the first man.
“I’m sorry. But that’s where it stopped, and the engine dead”, I replied.
“Well my names Brian, and he’s Bill, can we give you a lift? But first I recon we should go back and push your car off the road before it causes an accident”, said the driver.
“Thank you. My names Virginia”, I said, and waited for the usual smutty reply.
“That’s a nice name. I’m afraid we haven’t any spare seats it the car, so you’ll have to sit on my knee if that’s alright”. Said Bill the passenger.

They both got in the car, and I carefully sat on Bill’s knee and lifted my legs in, they closed the door, turned the car round and we were off. In the few second that it took to get back to my car Bill had questioned be on the sequence of events that had led up to my car stopping. He decided he knew what was wrong with it (a broken fan belt), and what’s more he reckoned he could fix it. I couldn’t decide whether he was a genius, or a bullshitter! The first thing they did when stopped was all four men got out, and they pushed the car onto the grass verge. They stopped with the front wheels straddling a ditch (it was dry) which Bill said would be handy to get under the car.

The bonnet was soon open and Bill’s self-congratulation smile confirmed that he was right.
“Told you so”, he said.
“Yeh. So you know what’s wrong, what goods that? She aint gona have a fan belt in her purse”, said Brian.
“No but I bet she wearing tights (panty Hose)”, and turning to me “aren’t you”?
“Well yes.”, I stammered, not understanding what that had got to do with my fan belt.
“See! All I’ve got to do is twist the tights to make a rope, stretch them round the pulleys, top up the water, and with a bit of help from the jump leads she’ll be on here way”, said Bill in a superior way.

The back seat passengers whose names I didn’t know had returned to the car as soon as they had helped push my car off the road. The cars were facing each other, and they were using their headlights to give Bill enough light to check my car. Now the news that my tights were needed, made me more than a little nervous, but so far Bill had behaved like a gentleman, and he certainly seemed genuine.
“I’ll go and get a blanket from our boot (trunk) so that I can get under your car, if you just nip round the back of your car and get your tights off”, said Bill as he walked away.
I said nothing, but slowly made my way round to the back of my car, and kept watch around the outside of the car to make sure they weren’t coming too close. My pants (panties) were on the outside of my tights, so I had to remove them both, I pulled my tights out of my pants, and was just about to step back into them, when.
“I’ll need the pants as well, to make the joint”, said Bill, who was standing directly behind me on the ditch side of the car.
I nearly jumped out of my skin! Without thinking handed over my pants and tights, which were still warm.

He just returned to the front of the car, got underneath, and started his repair. I walked slowly back to the front of my car, and stood to the side of the bonnet. Brian had already got back in his car.
“Do you think you can reach these two ends”?, came Bill voice from underneath.
I looked down into the engine, and could see his hands holding two ends of my rolled up tights. One I could reach from where I was, but the other was on the other side of the engine.
“I can’t reach both of them”, I said
“Come round the front and lean into the engine bay, it’s quite safe. The engine’s cooled down, and there aren’t any moving parts”.
I moved round the front, held onto the top of the engine, and stretched a leg across the ditch. As I leaned forward into the engine bay I realised that I must be showing a lot of leg, and the rest. I tried not to think about it, and was glad the other men were all back in the car. I concentrated on taking hold of the tights, and threading them as instructed by Bill, as he was completing the job from below, shadows in the cars headlights alerted me to movement behind me. Still fully bent over, I turned my head and glanced back to see the three men crouched down, just a couple of feet behind me. They were slightly to each side, making sure that they didn’t obscure the light from the headlights, but still getting a perfect view of my cunt and arse. At this I started to struggle to stand upright, and get my leg back. One of the men sprang to his feet and gently put his hands on my bare waist, and lifted me back, saying “There you are luv”.
“Thanks”, I said without thinking.

Bill crawled from under the car, started putting in water from his emergency can he kept in the boot, and began to connect his jump leads. The other men had once again lost interest, and all got back in their car.
“Brum”, said my BMW, as it burst into life.
I ran round to the open drivers door where bill was sitting, flung my arms around him, gave him a big kiss, “You’re a bloody genius, you must let me pay you”.
“Don’t be silly I couldn’t accept any money”.
“Well there must be something I can do to repay you”.
Bill started to blush, “I know what I would like”. Pause. “Promise you won’t be offended”.
“I don’t know what you’re going to ask. But ask any way. I’m broad minded, I can always say no”.
“While I was mending your car, all the others got a look at your cun, I mean crotch”.
Now I started blushing. “Yes I know. Do you mean you want to have a look”?
“Well yes”.
“Just a look? Promise no touching”?
“Yes just a look. Promise”!
“How do you want to do it”? I asked
“If we go round the front you can lay on the blanket”.
I didn’t answer, but walked slowly round to the blanket in front of my car, and sat down. Bill had stopped my car engine and was soon kneeling in front of me. I lay back; his hand took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs high and wide. He moved slightly to one side, I suppose to let the light onto my crotch.
He leaned forward and with his tongue licking his upper lip, asked “Can I give you a wet kiss”.
Now I thought he meant his tongue down my throat, and I thought well why not “Yes of course”.
As I started to lift myself up to give him a kiss, a pair of hands rested on my shoulders and returned me to the ground. My ankles were taken by a man either side, and Bill pressed his thumbs into my crotch spreading my cunt to take his probing tongue.
“What do you think you’re doing”, I shouted, as I started to struggle.
Brian, who was the man holding my shoulders said, “We all heard you say he could give you a wet kiss”.
Still struggling, but having no effect, I said “I thought he meant kissing my lips”.
“He is kissing your lips. The lips of your cunt”.
It gradually seemed pointless struggling, or complaining, and as I lay there I realised that I was starting to respond to his licking and probing. As the tongue lapped across my clit I would lift, and his tongue would push into my hole. I was helpless to the wants of my body, and realised I was trashing up and down, as if I was enjoying it. After about five minutes, Bill stopped and sat up.
“Do you want that kiss on the mouth now”? He said.
I didn’t speak, but nodded. He leaned forward, and down, and as his lips reached mine, I felt his prick entering my cunt. He pressed his lips on mine, and thrust his length right up. My husband was the same age as me and his prick never stretched my cunt like this. He pounded away, and I responded, giving as good as I got. When he cum I was still building towards my climax, but he just stopped and pulled out.

I lay there thrashing, but only for as long as it took for the next man to climb aboard. I didn’t care, and I had just got back into the rhythm, when he suddenly stopped, I looked up, and all heads were turned towards a car that had pulled up along side us.
The window wound down, a torch shone out and a man’s voice said, “Is every thing alright”?
“Yes. Were just giving this posh bitch a good time”, Brian said.
“Are you sure your ok luv, or do you want us to come and join in the party”?
I didn’t want any more men, and I couldn’t see them helping me even if I had have said I was being raped, so I just replied “Were ok as we are. Thanks”.
The car pulled off and my rider got back into action, we were soon both going strong. The harder he pushed the more I took, and when this man shot his load, I exploded like a thing possessed. He got up and they all stood watching for at lease a minute while I writhed about. As I calmed down the next man got stuck in and away we went again, this fuck was nice but uneventful, and when he’d finished I lay there waiting for the last man to take his turn.

They say last but not least, and this was certainly true about this man. I hadn’t seen the size of any of their pricks, but as he pushed this great big lump of meat up my cunt, I knew this was Mr. Big. Boy did he get me going, I though my first climax was good, but this man knew how to fuck. He would thrust long and slow, and then take it out and rub my clit with the knob end, as I lifted he was back ramming like piston. He repeated this cycle until he could tell I was at boiling point, and then he rammed a dozen violent strokes shoot his hot cum deep inside my eager cunt. My cunt was in spasms, and I was moaning and screaming for him to keep fucking. He lay still with his prick left it in to soak, until I had calmed down, at which point his prick seemed to melt away and slip out.

I lay there still spread wide while they all shared a box on tissues to clean themselves down, they got dressed, and one of them gave me his hand to help me up. A couple of them started wiping around my legs, and cleaning me. I took some tissues from the box and said I could manage.
Bill said “I’ll tell you what Virginia; we didn’t expect you to let us all fuck like that. That was really good of you. You might be Virginia by name but you’re sure no virgin”.
They all started making comments, some really crude, most complementary about how well I fucked. I didn’t respond, but continued cleaning myself.


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The others all got back in the car and bill explained that once he had started the engine, I was to drive in as high a gear as possible and not to let the rev counter go above 1500 RPM. He said they would follow to make sure I got home alright. He used his jump leads, and once again the engine came to life, with no warning lights on! My headlight worked, Bill got back in their car. As soon as they reversed to turn round, in a mad impulse I thought I would speed off, so that they didn’t get a chance to have second helpings. I ignored the instructions about 1500 RPM, and the BM was away like a scolded cat. That was the last I’ll see of them I thought, should I rush to a police station to report my rape? Had I been raped? Had it all been my own fault? The questions were rushing through my mind, but I didn’t get chance to answer them before the first light came back on, I hadn’t gone fifty yards. The same sequence repeated itself as it had done earlier, and I was soon at a standstill, waiting for the inevitable return of my rescuers. I had been stopped about one minute, when I saw there headlights coming. Why hadn’t I taken my time? What a cunt (fool) I’d been and now probably my cunt was going to pay the price.

“What did you rev it like that for”? Snapped Bill angrily, “I told you not to put your foot down”. I got out of the car, but I didn’t reply.
Bill looked me up and down. “That blouse won’t make a temporary belt”, and taking hold of the hem of my skirt and stretching it, he said “If you want to take that off I’ll try and rip it into strips, it might work. But it’s not worth me trying to make a repair if you’re going to drive like a mad thing”.
“Do you think it will do the job”? I said.
“I don’t know, it depends how it rips, but its all you’ve got, it’s up to you”.
“Ok. I’ll just go round the back of the car”, I removed my skirt and passed it over the roof of the car, he took it and started to rip. I removed my blouse, and wrapped it round my waist, tying it using the sleeves. It didn’t cover much, but it felt better than nothing at all.
“This isn’t going to be any good, its ripping all over the place. Were going to have to give you a lift back to the farm where we work”, he said as he tossed the shredded skirt into the car.

I followed him back to the car, where he started to remove his trousers.
“Oh no. Not again”, I said.
“Don’t flatter yourself, the only reason I’m taking them off is so you can sit on my knee without that cunt of yours dribbling all over my best trousers”. He folded his trousers, and got in.
I was undecided and stood there for about ten seconds, “It’s up to you, enjoy your walk” said Bill as he closed the door. I dashed up to the car, and banged on the window.
He opened the window, “What now”?
“I’ll sit on your knee. Please give me a lift”, I pleaded.

We hadn’t been travelling more two seconds, before Bill wrapped one arm around my waist, and lifted me up towards his body. His other hand must have been positioning his prick, because as he lowered me down, it slid right in. Now both hands were on my waist, lifting me up and down, I attempted a feeble struggle, but it was no use. Before long I was cooperating, and in no time he was cumming inside. He had hardly finished moaning, when a voice from the back seat said, “pass her over then, if you’ve finished”.
Once again I tried to resist, but two men in the back pulling, and Bill lifting, I was soon in their clinches. I didn’t know which man had got me first, until I felt the size of the prick going up! It was Mr. Big (well I didn’t know his name, and he sure was big). He had pulled me towards him face to face, so I was kneeling. I was soon sliding up and down without any encouragement; I was trying to copy the method that he had used on me earlier on. Lifting long and slow to use his full length and then lifting till it fell out. I would then rub my clit with his knob end, and then lift up and down quickly, so his prick rammed me like piston. I repeated this cycle until I suddenly felt my cunt going into spasms, my legs couldn’t move. He then took over, grabbed my waist and lifted me up and down violently, ramming his prick right to the top, his hot cum shooting deep inside my eager cunt. I could see the next man was eager for his turn, but MR. Big wanted to soak his prick, and he kept a firm grip on my waist, until he was ready.

“Ok luv, better let him have a go, we’ll be at the farm soon”, he said as he lifted me across. The next man manoeuvred me round so that I was facing the front of the car, and kept me standing, whilst he used his fingers on my cunt. He was poking my cunt, and then sliding his fingers around to my arse. As he got more of the sloppy fluid from my cunt and around my arse, he pushed his finger up. I protested, and tried to climb out of reach, when suddenly Mr. Big put his hand on my shoulder, “If you don’t stop making a fuss I’ll shove my prick up your arse, and then you’ll know you been fucked”. I froze immediately, let him open my legs, and stood there while he probed my arse. After a minute, he put an arm around my belly, and pulled me down onto his prick. But this time it was going right up my arse, he was cumming almost as soon as he got up there, and he held me on his knee, his prick still hard, while he used his hands on my tits. The car turned of the road, and went down a bumpy farm track, bouncing from side to side. We pulled up outside a big barn door. As they turned off the lights of the car the place was pitch black.

We all got out and I was led towards the big door of the barn.
“Will I be able to make a call from here”? I asked.
“No not yet. We want to introduce you to our families first. Then we’ll take you up to the farm house, and you can call from there”, said Brian.
“Now look here. You’ve all had what you wanted out of me, and if you let me make my phone call now I won’t go to the police. But if you start any more games with me I’m going to report you all for rape. I know I’m not far away from where I live now, so it wont take the police long to find this place and then you’ll all be arrested”, I tried to sound as threatening as possible.
“Well when the police arrive, after tomorrow, we won’t be here. In fact we’ve never been here. We don’t even exist. You see were all illegal immigrants, working on this farm, this was our last night, and the four of us went out to celebrate. Tomorrow we will be miles away, and the farmer will say that there never was anyone here. And anyway there was that motorist who pulled up earlier; you didn’t look like you were struggling when he stopped to help. And I’m sure they will find him, and a lot of spunk back their on your car seat. You see you haven’t got much choice, have you. Now be a good girl, and come and meet our families”. He put his arm around me and walked me in to the barn.

As we entered a dim light was illuminated high up in the barn roof, I could see the rows of empty horse stalls, a ladder leading up to the hay loft, and hay bails everywhere. They led me to the ladder and pointed up. As I climbed someone was behind me, and his prick was out. Every hesitation was met with his prick catching up and probing for an entry. I climbed as quickly as I could, and was soon on the loft floor. More lights were turned on and everyone started to awake. At first they were all complaining about being disturbed, until they caught sight on me. Blouse tied around my waist, tits hanging out of my bra, and shinny spunk covered legs. The ages ranged from a couple of lads about eighteen, to an old man who looked about ninety. I counted ten men in all, fourteen including my heroic rescuers!

They were soon brought up to speed on the fun that had been had at my expense, and the old man was asked if he wanted first go. He had a big smile, he nodded, sat on the floor, and remove his trousers and under pants. His prick stood to attention, and it wasn’t bad for size either.
“Come on Virginia, show them what you can do”, came brains voice.
I didn’t have any choice; I went over, climbed astride and slid it in. I tried to imagine I was showing off at a party, as I have been known to do in the past before I was married. Once the hormones took over I was away and soon oblivious to the audience, and the age of my stud. I was just thinking he must be ready to cum by now, when I felt someone fingering my arse. I realised they were going to try and mount me two at a time, and I started to get up. I was held from every angel by at least four men, and the second rider mounted. He pushed it up deep into my arse, and pumped away a great speed, cumming in less that the time it takes to boil an egg. I was once again seized by many hands while he dismounted and another rider took his place. Meanwhile the old man was still hard and had still not cum. As the man up my arse started to get into a rhythm, I realised that I was getting some sort of thrill out of this anal attack. I relaxed a little and went with the flow; I started to manoeuvre up and down getting an alternating pulse going between the two riders. The old man was now getting agitated and started cumming, this triggered my orgasm, and within seconds the other man was shooting up my arse.

The next hour I was fucked in all holes, by everyone there, who had what hole, and who was the best fuck I don’t know, it all became a blur. When the last man dismounted, I lay still waiting to see who was coming next, when I felt a tongue licking my cunt. I rose to my elbows to see a small dog lapping away at the fluid running out. I shooed him away with my hand, and was told, “Lay still. He only wants a lick”.
I didn’t like the thought, but I knew they would only hold me down if I resisted, so I lay back, closed my eyes and tried to imagine a party situation with a boyfriend licking my cunt. The dog licked away for about a couple of minutes, and then he climbed onto my belly. They knew I wouldn’t lay still for this, and before I had chance to move I was grabbed from all angles. I could feel the dogs little sharp pointed prick stabbing around in all directions; he didn’t seem to know where to find what he wanted. I was almost starting to find this situation amusing, when it struck target. He wasted no time, he was in and out like crazy and swelling all the time. By the time he had been fucking for a minute, his prick felt as big a most of the men that had been having me so far. The men relaxed their grip, and I let the dog have his day. He shot his load, pulled out, and ran round like mad thing squirting spunk as he went.

I was about to get up when I realised that there was a big man that I hadn’t seen before standing watching.
“This is the farmer”, said Bill.
“So you’re Virginia”. Pause. “I’m not used to following a dog, when I want to fuck a bitch, but in your case I think I’ll make an exception. Come on open them legs up wide, I’ve got a pair of balls that are swelling, and near to exploding”.
I didn’t speak, but did as I was told, this was another man who really knew how to fuck, and make it last. By the time we both came I was almost in love with him, but once the ecstasy had subsided, I was back to hating the raping bastard.
“Right!” I said, “Now I’ve got you all, you’re spunk’s deep inside me and when they DNA test it, I know where you live, and you’re going down for rape!”

“Get the silly bitch tied down astride those bales in that stall down there, and I’ll be back”, the farmer snapped. They did as they were told and I was tied down to the bottom planks either side of one of the stalls, I was laid on my belly on a couple of hay bales. The farmer returned with a Great Dane, who recognised the female form in this position. This was obvious, because a soon as he saw me his weapon slid from its sheath, and he bounded around behind me and mounted. Not for him an aimless stabbing, the second thrust met its mark, and up he went, boy was he big and rapidly getting bigger. He was banging away, and the farmer was videoing the whole event. Now I know I was tied, and being raped, but the old hormones, and my silly cunt don’t understand this situation. The juices started, and I was once again getting into the swing. I couldn’t stop myself, no matter how much I tried. His prick was long and fat, but as he thrust harder there appeared to be some sort of bulge in the base of his prick.

As I’ve said I’ve done some wild things in my younger partying days, and this reminded me of a competition I had with another girl at a party. We lay on the floor, removed our knickers, and tried to see who could get a wine bottle up their cunts the furthest. Getting the neck in was easy, but by competitor, who was a single mother, managed to get the body of the bottle up about two inches. I lost that competition, but my cunt has been well used since then, and this swollen lump in the dog’s dick was making my cunt stretch, I didn’t scream, even though it was hurting. Then I was aware that the lump was like a ball, and it had entered my cunt, and was resting securely inside. The dog’s thrusts no longer took his prick in and out, but his prick was swelling and contracting with each thrust.

I was now being helped off the bales, and was no longer tied. I couldn’t drop to the floor, as I was stuck on his prick. I had to stand legs and arms stretched, under this massive dog. He walked me round the barn pumping all the time, and the farmer filming. Nobody was hold me, but I couldn’t escape! Then the dog shot his load, and like the little dog started running round excited, but I was still on his prick. Then he dismounted, and was facing the other way, but I was still firmly attached. He was still eager to run round, dragging me backwards, to everyone’s amusement. All the time I could feel the spunk still squirting into my cunt. After a few minutes the farmer said “Ok. Lets calm him down, and get her back in the stalls”. Someone grabbed the dog, and put a bowl of dog food down in front of him.

Just like a man once he’s had a fuck, food is his next love. He calmed down instantly, and with seconds the swelling subsided, and I was led back to the stalls, where I was re-tied. What next I thought, I didn’t have long to wait.
“Clip. Clop”.
I could recognise the sound of horse hooves, and they were coming into the barn! No I thought. They wouldn’t. I could now feel the hot breath on my back. They were going to get the horse to ride me! I’d often ridden horses in the past but I never thought the rolls would be reversed. He was brought alongside, and moved sideways so that he was above me.

The farmer came around to my head knelt down and said quietly, “If I let him mount you while you’re tied, he will ram you till you black out. If you promise to be a good girl and give us a good show, I’ll get you untied. We’ll tether the horse back so you can control how much you take, but I’ll expect you have at least ten inches”.
I didn’t reply.
He paused for about ten seconds, then “ok. If that’s the way you want it. Push his knob end in lads”.
“No stop. I’ll give you a show”, I shrieked.
Within seconds I was released, and standing by the horse.

I was asked if I was scared of horses, I said I’d been riding them for years. I was told to put on some clothes that had been brought, and I was soon dressed like a school girl. My small build allowed me to carry off the illusion. I mounted the horse as instructed, and thought about making an escape. They must have read my thoughts, and they pointed out that there was a rope on one of the horse’s hooves, out of camera shot, but still effective as a restraint. I rode the horse out into the yard, and returned with the cameras running; I dismounted, walked the horse to the stall, and tethered him. As this was to be a silent video they were able to instruct me what was wanted every step of the way. I was told that it was going to be used for blackmail purposes, to make sure I didn’t cry rape. They realised I was rich, and would not like my circle of friends to see me fucking a horse of my own free will.

I reached down and rubbed the sheath that I knew contained a sleeping giant. The giant awoke, slowly at first, and as the pink flesh appeared, I leaned under and used my tongue. The more I wet its length, the longer it got, I stretched my mouth over its flowery end, and flicked the hole with my tongue. The reaction changed, it rapidly started swelling.
I removed my blouse, I hadn’t got a bra on, I rubbed the prick around my tits. Then I bent down removed my knickers, put one legs on a bale, and rubbed his pick against my cunt.

This was now going past a show, my cunt was back in overdrive, and each time I stroked the end passed my hole, we could all see it open, as if it had some sort of trigger mechanism. As few seconds of this was all I could stand, and I was removing my skirt, and lying back on the bales. Out of camera shot a couple of men manoeuvred the horse above me and I reached for the now fully awaked giant prick.
I didn’t know what to expect, but the farmer knelt down and said “If I was you I’d slide up the bales a bit. Cos when you put him in he’ll go like mad, and try to get it right up. If you let him find the end of his tether, you can then work yourself back down to get more prick as you want it”.
I thought that was kind of him, so I did as advised. I fed the flowery knob end into my throbbing hole, and whoosh, it was like being inflated with a pump. He pushed hard against his tether, the big fat piston inflating my belly with each pump.

My first thoughts were, god, I’m glad I didn’t let him fuck me while I was tied. My second thoughts were, god, I hope the tether holds. Once wed got going the excess air trapped in my belly seemed to disappear, and his thrusting started to be enjoyable, even though it was very painful. I know that’s a contradiction, but unless you’ve experienced it, you can’t know what I mean. I started to edge my way back down the bale to receive more prick. I did this without being asked to by the farmer, but as soon as he saw what I was doing, he smiled and said “I knew you we star when I saw you with that little terrier. This is one great video”. This was without doubt one of the best experiences I have ever had, the pace of his thrusting, the length of stroke, the way the size stretches my belly, and the explosion at the end. How many gallons of cum has a horse got?

I was helped to my feet, and found it difficult to walk. I sat on the edge of a bale wiping myself down, the spunk had gone everywhere. I stank of horse cum. At that point the farmer gave me a small mini-dress, and said “I think you aught to get dressed as quick as possible, I phoned your husband about ten minutes ago, and he’ll be here soon. Don’t forget the word rape is a nasty one, and this video would make interesting viewing in the local area”. I put on the bra and dress, and stood up; I was still a bit shaky. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a piece of glass that was leaned against the wall. I stood there using it as a mirror; the dress didn’t come down low enough to cover my fanny.
“Haven’t you got anything longer” I asked.
“Sorry I’ve only got clothes that belong to my twelve year old daughter. Any way that looks alright”.
“But it’s showing everything I’ve got”
“That’s only cos your looking at your reflection from that glass a ground level, from here you would hardly know that you hadn’t got pants on”.
“Have you got any pants for me”?
“Well you’re pants are back on you’re engine, and your husband will wonder where, and why you got another pair”.
“I suppose so, but I feel so naked”.
Well let’s face it you are. Hush, is that his car”?

My husband walked in to find a horse in the stalls, a row of men standing around, and me without pants and tights (I’m not sure he could tell I hadn’t got pant on).
The farmer spoke first, “these are the lads that you have to thank for rescuing your missus”, holding out his arm and pointing to the four men who had brought me here.
He dutifully said “thanks lads I’m very grateful. Come on Virginia, let get you home”.
As I started to walk, a voice from the hay loft said “Hey don’t forget your shoes”, it was the old man holding my shoes at the top of the ladder.
“Go on, nip up there and get your shoes, then we can get going. She’d forget here head if it was loose”, my husband said laughingly.

I made my way to the ladder, with everyone watching I started to climb, I knew by the silence that all eyes were concentrating on my accent.
The silence was broken by the farmer in a casual voice “She got a lovely pair of legs, your misses, hasn’t she”?
He didn’t answer, he was lost for words. I grabbed the shoes and made my way back down; meanwhile the farmer was talking loudly to my husband. “I’ll tell you what mate. We’ve only known your misses for a hour, but we’ve all come to love her in a very short time. Even the horse fell in love with her”

The journey home was terrible; the questions went on for days. I never thought I’d ever visit that farm again, how wrong can a girl be. Still that’s another story that I will tell if anyone is interested in mailing me. I think its time for my bed now. “Come on Bruce, that’s a good dog. No don’t be impatient, wait till we get upstairs”.

Why “Lady Virginia’s Night to Remember”? Well my official title is Lady Virginia, the Great Dane was named Titan, almost titanic, and the horse was a grey stallion call Iceberg, and did he sure rip my hull open.
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I have always fantasized about being fucked by a dog after reading alot of sex stories on the internet. I have been licked by a dog but I have never been fucked by one. I start to think this must be my chance to get fucked by a dog. So I put my plan into motion, I will get fucked by Buddy if its the last thing I do. My sister calls and says that they are leaving now and that I can come over in a couple hours to walk , Buddy. So I start getting ready for my plan I put on a skirt with no panties and I wear no bra too. I head over to her apartment, I get there and open the door and there is Buddy licking his cock and balls. I really start getting wet between my legs. I hook him up with his leash and head out to walk him. It is dark outside and thats the way I wanted it so no one could see me with , Buddy. We start to walk into the woods and we reach the place where Buddy knocked me down. So I sit on the log and start spreading my legs for Buddy to smell my pussy. He does and he starts to lick my pussy with his huge tongue. Boy does this feel good is what I say to myself. I start to roll over with my ass in the air and Buddy still licks my pussy and ass. I am so hot right now, I just want his huge dog cock in my tight pussy. He starts to get jumpy on me and rough with me. I look back and I could see that his large dick was out and he was getting ready to mount me. Then Buddy starts to climb my back and jabbing his hard cock towards my wet pussy. Just then I feel the tip of Buddy's cock enter my pussy.


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His dick is real warm and really huge. He starts to slide is fat cock into my waiting pussy in and out , slow at first. It feels so good, better then I could imagine. He is now filling my pussy with his large dog cock, then he starts to speed up in his thrusts. Faster and faster he begin slamming my tight pussy with his huge dog cock. I can now feel a orgasm coming on. Faster and faster. I start cuming on his dog dick and it feels so good. Deeper and deeper he drives his dog cock into my pussy, it feels like 10" inches in me. I can now feel the knot on his cock hitting the opening of my pussy, it feels like the size of a baseball. Harder and deeper he slams me with his big dog cock. I feel another orgasm coming on again. Just then I start to cum on his dog cock, boy this feels great and my legs start to shake real bad. Just as I started to cum , Buddy slammed his knot into my pussy. His cock was was now lodged into my pussy and was not going to come out until he finished fucking me. Harder Buddy slammed my pussy making me weak in the knees. He fucked me for about 45 minutes and he started to shoot is load in my pussy.

He was cumming in my pussy alot of sperm, I could feel it runnning down my legs. Buddy was done fucking my pussy and he climbed off of me. I tried to stand but my legs were weak at first. I walked him home and put him into the apartment and then I left to go home and clean up after that great fuck. The next day I took the kids to school and then I headed to my sisters to walk the dog. My pussy was real sore from the day before, so I did not think I would be able to fuck Buddy today. I got into the apartment and Buddy knocked me down to try to fuck me again but I had shorts and panties on. His cock was fully out and I got a good look at it, it was huge about 11" inches. I wanted to fuck so bad but I was sore. Poor dog was so horny, so I decided to give him a blow job. I never sucked a dog off before and today was my first time.

I put the tip in my mouth and started to suck Buudy's huge cock. I got Buddy to lay dowm on his side. I wrapped my hands around his thick dog cock jerking and sucking his dick. He seemed to like it I sucked him for a good 15 minutes, just then Buddy shot his load in my mouth, I gagged from all the sperm. I cleaned up and I took him for his walk and then I locked him up for the day. I drove home and I got a long hot bath, thinking about fucking Buddy again. I had to work tonite and I wanted to get fuck again by Buddy's dog cock. So I called out with out anyone knowing I did. So I went to K-Mart and bought some nice nitegown and stocking to dress up for my new lover. I got dressed for work and left but I turned at the corner heading towards my sisters apartment. I got to her apartment and got him ready for his walk and we did do that.

I got back with the dog and I started to undress for him, he just looked at me. So I walked to my sisters room and climbed onto the bed in a doggy style position for Buddy. Buddy started to lick my pussy and ass it felt so good. Then he mounted me again and started to fuck me with that huge dog cock. He fucked me for what seemed a hour and I came about 4 times with that fuck. I finished fucking him and took a nap. I awoke about 2 hours later and Buddy was standing there with his tail wagging. It looked like he wanted to fuck again so I rolled over and let him have his wish. He fucked me again for so long and so good I was falling in love with this dog and his huge dog cock.
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Dell hated working on holidays, away from home, all alone, and bored stiff, not a very pleasant way to spend Christmas day, and worse yet, the surroundings really sucked, seeing as he was a deputy sheriff of Hall County, and had jail duty for the day. Someone had to man the phones and watch the prisoners, well that should be "prisoner" as there was only one inmate being held in the county jail, and she was doing six months for writing bad checks. "Not a bad lookin' dame," thought Dell, "with a body like that, you would figure she would get some rich guy to take care of her!" At exactly twelve noon the front door opened and in came Donna Winston, the wife of Sheriff Winston, with two full plates of Christmas dinner, one for Dell and one for the prisoner.


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"Thanks a bunch Mrs. W," gushed Dell, as he took a deep whiff of the turkey, gravy, and sweet potatoes, "I can see why Bill married you, he knew he'd never go hungry!" Donna just laughed, and in an instant was out the door and on her way back home. Dell unwrapped one of the plates and carried it back to the cell block, where Lila Thomas was lying on her bed while reading an old People magazine. "Got some home made dinner for ya, Lila," Dell said, as he unlocked the cell and placed the steaming plate on the small dining table. "Thanks, Dell," she replied in a grateful voice, "at least I can have a good meal on Christmas, even if I am all alone and in jail!" "Yeah," he said, "if ya need anything just give me a holler, I'll be right out front." Dell then went back to his desk where he sat down to eat his dinner.
It was 10:00pm when Dell was roused from his nap with ringing of the prisoner call buzzer, and after taking a few seconds to get his bearings, Dell ambled to the rear of the jail to see what Lila needed, "Probably had to use the can," he thought. When he got there, she was standing by the cell door with a towel in her hands. "Deputy," she asked, "would it be okay if I took a shower, I know that I'm not due for one until tomorrow, but I feel really grimy, and it's Christmas, and I kinda hoped you could make an exception." Dell knew the prisoners weren't suppose to be in the shower unless there were at least two officers in the facility at the same time, but well, this was Christmas, and he hadn't gotten one call all day, so what harm could it do? Unlocking the cell door, he replied, "Yeah, I guess that would be all right, it's pretty slow out here anyway!" He led the way to the communal shower room and waited outside while she went in by herself. Pretty soon her heard the spray of water and the feeling of dampness permeate the air as steam poured out of the warm shower room into the cool hallway. Lila called out, "Thanks for letting me clean up deputy, I really appreciate it!" Before he could reply, he heard a loud thud and a low groan come from the shower room. He ran into the steam filled room yelling, "Are you all right, did you fall!?!" When he found her, she was lying on her back, and holding her ankle. Dell turned off the water and helped Lila to her feet. This was the first time he had ever seen her naked, and to say she was a stunner would have been an understatement! Her full chest had large prominent nipples, and her fully exposed pussy had a thick growth of black pubic hair that tried in vain to hide her full cunt lips. She put her arm around his shoulder and hobbled over to a bench that was up against the far wall. After sitting down she rubbed her leg and asked Dell to see if he thought it was broken. Having lifted her injured leg up onto the bench, Lila's pussy was wide open and slightly agape, and while Dell nervously checked her swollen ankle for any sign of a break, Lila casually dropped her hand to her pussy and calmly began fingering herself! Dell stood up and started to leave, mumbling something about getting her a towel, but she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back to her while saying in a husky voice, "Not so fast deputy, it's been three months since I've had a cock, and I can't think of a better Christmas present than this!" At that moment Dell couldn't really tell who was in charge, because his hard prick was buried in the throat of the hot little cocksucker! While she sucked on it, she looked up at him with that pretty face, looking all the world like an angel, but totally obscene with his thick dick in her mouth! Through clenched teeth he groaned and said, "I'm gonna shoot it in your mouth baby, I can't hold back in longer!!!" Upon hearing how turned on he was, Lila took his balls in her hand and gently squeezed them, as if trying to force his cum into her waiting mouth. She didn't have to wait long, because seconds later her mouth and throat were flooded with what seemed like gallons of hot sticky cum! Greedily she tried to swallow every drop of the precious liquid, taking care to make sure got every drop!

After blowing his load, Dell's first inclination was to get the hell out of there!!! If he got caught doing the "nasty" with an inmate, well, let me tell you that he would have about as much chance keeping his job, as a candle staying lit in a hurricane! But of course, he didn't leave, because as is the case with most men, Dell included, they think with their dicks, not with their brains, so when Lila spread her legs and flashed her gorgeous snatch, Dell did the thing any red blooded American male would do, he got down on his knees and ate her pussy for all he was worth! He had always wondered what kind of body Lila had hidden under her prison issue, and now that he had a chance to partake of its many wonderful features, he couldn't pull himself away from it! He just about had Lila on the verge of a hard climax when from doorway came words that cut him like a bull whip! "What the fuck is going on here," an obviously agitated Donna Winston exclaimed!?! Fumbling with his zipper, Dell leaped to his feet and cried, "Jesus, Mrs. W, well, I was just, I mean, well......." "I think I can see exactly what you were doing," retorted Donna acidly, now the question is, what are we going to do about it!?!"

Dell, turning a bright shade of crimson, tried to hide his embarrassment, but to no avail! Donna walked over to the still seated Lila and spat, "And you, you little tramp, I suppose you're going to tell me that you didn't have anything to do with this!!!" Before Lila could respond, Donna Winston took her finger and savagely jammed it into Lila's wet cunt. She probably expected her to act hurt, but was surprised, as was Dell, when instead her head rolled from side to side and a guttural moan escaped her lips! "Jesus H Christ," Lila exclaimed, "the little slut's ready to blow her cookies!!!" Now grinding her finger hard into Lila's dripping vagina, Donna Winston berated the young prisoner with a vicious tongue lashing! Sweat had popped out from Donna's forehead and Dell was getting the sneaking suspicion that she was getting sexually aroused! It was clear that Lila was now in the onset of a huge orgasm, and the verbal abuse coupled with Donna's fingering were taking its toll! When her clit finally reached its climax, Lila screamed in wild delirium as her cunt muscles contracted around Donna's finger! Forgetting who was watching, Donna put her juice cover fingers to her lips and licked them clean. Seeing this was all the cue that Lila needed, so she reached out and put her hand up Donna's skirt and headed straight for her pussy! Donna teetered unsteadily, squirming from side to side while Lila worked her fingers inside of Donna's panties. Lila hadn't said a word since Donna had come into the shower room, but when her finger encountered and absolutely drenched pussy, she said, "Call me a tramp, you hot pussied bitch, you're so wet you could put out a forest fire with it!!!" Lila then looked at Dell, who had since retreated to the corner to watch the lezzie fuckfest, and ordered, "Take off her clothes, I think she needs a good fucking!!!" Dell started to protest, but Lila cut him off and threatened to tell the sheriff about their little escapade if he didn't do as he was told. Donna, through clenched teeth, said it was all right, and to go ahead and do it, so Dell shrugged his shoulders, and proceeded to strip the sheriff's wife of every last stitch of her clothing!!!

Donna Winston was about forty five years old, but she still had a pretty nice body for someone her age, and while her big tits sagged a bit, after all she had give birth to three children, so that was to be expected. Lila continued fingering Donna's cunt, and told Dell to have a feel. "Not as tight as mine, but not bad," she said laughing, while taking Dell's hand and shoving it into Donna's dripping slit. Lila looked up at Donna and asked her, "Well bitch, what's it gonna be, my mouth, or his cock, take your pick!!!" Donna could barely speak due to the fact that Dell was doing a number on her hard little clit, but she did manage to mouth the word "cock", between her moaning and groaning. "Its the cock," announced Lila, "take off those pants so Donna can get her meat! With his pants and shorts around his ankles, Lila had him sit down on the bench next to her so that his hard cock stood straight up, all seven inches hard and ready to go. Donna straddled his hips and slowly lowered her juicy cunt onto his hard erection, and each inch disappeared inside of her, her cunt had a series of extremely vicious orgasms, one after the other, each one more powerful than the one just before! When his cock was fully engulfed by her womanhood, his dick erupted its cum, filling the big cunt with a ton of his spunk! Lila was sucking one of Donna's big tits, while using her finger on her clit, to bring herself to another climax! The mixture of sweat, steam, and cum made for an interesting aroma in the shower room!!!

Lila let Donna's nipple fall from her mouth and thanked both Dell and Donna for a wonderful Christmas present and then continued, "I guess that's what's called a form of advanced "penology"!!!"

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