5 comments/ 35305 views/ 12 favorites The Squad By: brainfade This story is just a bit of fun. I hope you enjoy it and vote for it. If you do like it please tell me. More important. If you don't like it I would like to know why, so that I could do better next time. Enjoy, and have fun. .................................. The rules are simple. Safety. Only safe practices are allowed. Partners may do what they like, but if they choose to involve others then barriers must be used. Secrecy. We all wear masks so that our identities are concealed. Normal garb is nothing except a dressing gown and a mask – although those with special fantasies sometimes dressed differently. Sight. We take part because being watched, or watching others turns us on. Social. We are a friendly group. We are not into pain, abuse in any form. Everything is consentual. Yes means yes. No most definitely means no. There is always a safe word, and the safe word means stop immediately. We do not publicise ourselves, but from the above rules we refer to ourselves as 'Four S' or sometimes as 'S Quad' or 'The Squad.' We meet regularly at the (No! Of course I am not going to tell you its name.) Hotel. Usually on a Friday evening. Since the tourist trade died around here the hotel owners are very happy to increase their trade, and our hotel has a private wing that was mothballed until the Squad found a regular use for it. Simon and I were there. February had been bad. We had had busy days, well in fact, busy weeks. We were hoping that the month that had just started would be easier. We were there to relax, to cuddle, and just to enjoy the sights and the sociability. We had glasses of beer – alcohol is permitted, but drunkenness or drugs are not – and we were just wandering from room to room, chatting to friends, watching the activity, and occasionally giving each other a hug or a kiss. Secrecy again. We might have friends in the Squad, people who we would regularly amuse or be amused by, but we would not acknowledge them outside the hotel if we recognised them. Inside the hotel we were Bob and Alice – our masks and our dressing gowns bore the names - Simon and Angela, my real name, were never used there. Although we enjoyed activity in a group, we had, in fact, only ever been really intimate with each other – although being watched and exciting others made it better. We heard voices, encouraging excited voices. We followed them and a group of half a dozen folk were standing round one bed in a twin bedded room. Pete was there with his partner, Molly, who was presenting him with her naked bum. Pete was gently pushing and pulling on a bright pink string of silicone anal beads. Molly was grinning, moaning and encouraging. With his other hand Pete was dripping clear lube over the beads, which were sliding in and out ever faster and more easily. "Ready?" Pete asked. "Yes please" Pete withdrew the string, placed it on a waiting towel, and picked up a larger thicker toy, a sort of stepped butt plug like a child's drawing of a Christmas tree. He lubed it, and presented it to Molly's waiting pulsing hole. The first step slid in easily. "Hold it still" Molly said. Pete held it as Molly rocked back and forth against the toy, forcing a little more inside each time. With a slight gasp from Molly, and a gentle cheer of encouragement from the watchers, the second step of the toy disappeared inside. "Good my love" Pete asked. "Wow, Yes. Wait a bit then pull it out and in again."Molly replied. Bobs hand was inside my dressing gown and he was fondling my bum Looking round the room I could see that most of the couples were doing intimate things to each other. I stroked Bobs dick, and he was clearly excited. I could now hear the lube slurping as the plug slid in and out. Two steps were easy now, and with each insertion Molly was pushing back, trying to engulf the third step. Around the room, dressing gowns were slipping from shoulders, and breasts, including mine, were being stroked and tweaked. "H'ray" There was a cheer as Molly pushed back and the toy slid further into place. Pete picked up a small vibrator and held it against the base of the plug. Molly squirmed and squealed. "Oh God, that's amazing. " She tried to hold still but the sensations were agitating her. She was panting. Her hand came back and grasped the base of the plug, and partly by pulling, and partly by her natural bodily pushing she expelled the plug. Her anus was gaping. "Get yourself in there you Bastard." Pete obeyed, and placed his penis against the gaping hole. He pushed. Nothing happened. He withdrew, and smeared a generous gobbet of lube around the head of it. Then he tried again. He pushed gently but this was not enough for her. She pushed back against him and in seconds he was balls deep within her. I am not sure what happened next. Simon had found my clitoris with his finger and my attentions were upon him There were now two couples lying across each bed, I laid Simon on the floor, and straddled him, grinding myself against him until he gushed his sperm into the deepest parts of my cunny. I came as I felt him arching and twitching. For those who are concerned about such things I have to assure you that we had placed our beers in safe places, we did not spill any, and consumed the remainder of it when we had finished fucking each other silly. The next morning, as we drove home again, I asked Simon if he wanted to try anal sex. He said that he associated it with priests and choirboys. (His family had been very religious. He did not talk about it much. Now we are both happy and confirmed atheists.) He did not really answer my question. ... The card read:- "ALICE WOULD LIKE TO EXPERIENCE ANAL SEX. WOULD SOMEONE WANTING TO SHARE THE EXPERIENCE LIKE TO CONTACT US. PLEASE THANKS IN ANTICIPATION BOB AND ALICE" Simon a.k.a. Bob pinned the card to the notice board. It was a week after Molly and Pete's performance. People wishing to try new experiences would often pin up cards like this. Interested people would take the card, and envelopes addressed to the posters would contain answers. We had to do stuff – you know, the sort of things that spoil weekends – on Saturday so we were just visiting the Squad for a few hours and returning home. As we were leaving I was surprised to see that there was already an envelope addressed to me on the notice board. I took it. Was I scared? Did I really want a strange person's dick plunging up my arse? Molly had enjoyed it, but would it hurt me? I delayed opening the envelope and hid it in my coat pocket until I was sure. I wanted to think. I wanted advice. Now I have told you about the secrecy – only aliases are used in the Squad. We had no idea who most of the other folk were. Molly however was different. It was Pete and Molly who invited us to join the Squad. We knew them from before. We had all worked for the same company, but since then we had changed jobs. Simon was away for a few days at a client's site. I had a day off work. I looked in our old book of phone numbers. After some hesitancy I rang her. "Hello" I called her by her real name. After the usual pleasantries I said "You can say no of course, and forget all about this call, but can I talk to you as Molly?" She hesitated. "Where do you live?" She asked. I told her. "Can we meet at ..." and she suggested a shopping centre a few miles away. "Yes, can I buy you lunch?" "No need, but if you want something... At about oneish? Outside ... " and she suggested a bookshop. We met. We found somewhere to eat. On the menu was – no, I'm sure you are not interested. We sat in a private cubicle in the restaurant and chatted quietly. Over coffee I told her how exciting I had found it, and that I was interested in trying it. She just grinned. "And you are afraid ... " she suggested, correctly. I nodded. "If you do it right, its great. Get it wrong and ... its a pain in the proverbial." "So what's right?" "Easy! Relaxed, slowly and sloppily. Lots of lube. Start small and let it get used to the idea." "As easy as that?" "Relaxed is not always easy. Sometimes it just does not happen." The waitress wanted to clear our table, so we paid and left. Molly led me into the bookshop, and to a shelf in a rear corner. She took a book off the shelf and handed it to me. "I'll be getting a reputation here. You are the forth person I have recommended this to." Molly's grin was lovely. "Pay for that. I'll see you outside." She led me out of a side door of the shopping centre and into one of the service streets. It was all dustbins, fire escapes and staff entrances. At the end of the street she turned left and guided me into a sex shop. She guided my purchases, and I left with various goods carried in a supermarket carrier bag that Molly just happened to have in her pocket. "I really should ask them for commission." A few minutes later we had returned to the car park, hugged and said goodbye. She said "Keep in touch" which pleased me, and then I was fighting the traffic again. Soon I was sitting in our bedroom with the book, the carrier bag, and the envelope. I opened the last of these. "ALICE, IT WOULD GIVE ME GREAT PLEASURE (I HOPE) TO EXPLORE NEW PASSAGES WITH YOU. IF YOU REALLY WANT IT THEN I SUGGEST THAT YOU PREPARE YOURSELF AND WE MEET AT THE SQUAD ON FRIDAY 31ST. I HAVE COMMITTMENTS BUT WILL BE THERE AT ABOUT 11:00. CONFIDENTIAITY IS VERY IMPORTANT TO ME. I WILL ASK BOB TO BLINDFOLD YOU BEFORE WE MEET. YOURS NEMO" I did not know of a Nemo in the Squad. Who could it be? I opened the book and started reading. As I read I relaxed. What I was preparing for was so lovingly described. The author, a woman of course, seemed to know all the questions I was asking myself. She answered them. Basically the book said the same as Molly. Slowly and sloppily and relax, relax, relax. Start by getting used to the feeling of things 'down there'. Go to places normally only touched by toilet tissue. Have a shower and wash yourself there. Get used to it. Use the suds to help your finger explore inwards. Any discomfort and stop. Only go as far as it feels good to go. I read a bit further, but realised that I was not absorbing what I read. I put the book down and turned the shower on, to allow the water to warm up. I undressed. It felt odd to be in the shower in the afternoon. Our routine was an early morning rush of showering, making and drinking coffee, dressing, and searching for the bits and pieces we would need for the day and of course, hunting for keys. I was unhurried. I let the water spray over my boobs. I had never stopped and realised how good it felt. I squeezed out some shower gel, and rubbed it over them. As my fingers passed over my nipples I realised how hard and sensitive they were. I could feel the water and suds flowing over my belly, and I followed its track with my hand. My pubic hair – no, I do not mess about with razors or chemicals – were awash with soap, and I ran my fingers through it, relishing the feelings. I turned my back to the shower head, and the water felt scalding at first against my back. I don't want you to think that I had never washed myself down there before – but it had always been a rushed one-two with a soapy wash cloth or sponge. Now I was doing it and making myself aware of the feelings. One finger slid up and down against the crack of my buttocks. It was not comfortable, it was jerky. What was wrong. I realised, and raided the shower gel again. That was better. Sleek and slippery. A little more pressure and my finger was sliding between them. Harder – deeper – better. Nearly there! Now my finger was resting against it. I was feeling the wrinkles with my finger, and the slight pressure from my finger with my bum. Yes, it felt good. I wriggled my finger. Good. Then not so good. The shower had washed all the soap and suds away and my finger no longer slid. It poked. More gel, and I turned to face the shower. I rubbed my gel laden fingers behind myself again, Now that was better. My finger explored and searched. It slid and probed. Its tip slid inside. There was resistance. It felt as if I was pushing into ... into ... You know the ordinary rubber party balloon. You know the bit where you blow. It is a little rolled rubber ring. It may not be romantic or sexy, but that is just what I could feel as my finger probed. I remembered the message – relax. I tried to do so. What was the other bit I had read. I wasn't concentrating when I read it. What was it? ... Oh yes. Relax and push a bit as if you were poo-ing. Press, relax, push, strain a bit, relax. The little rubber ring got larger. My finger penetrated further. And further. Deeper. Gosh. I had my finger pressed right into my anus. I wiggled it. It felt good. The tightness of the ring round my finger reduced. What was my finger tip feeling? Something gentle, soft and caressing. My wet back was getting cold, so I turned my back to the shower again while my finger pressed and wriggled, withdrew and plunged. I realised that my other hand had somehow found its way to my clitoris, and that I was almost out of control. I took a deep breath, slid out my finger, rinsed myself, turned off the water and wrapped myself in a huge towel. I rubbed myself dry. Still wrapped in my towel I left the shower room and got into bed. I picked up my book again. An hour or two later I had emptied out my carrier bag across the bed. There were a collection of toys – butt plugs and beads. My toys included those that Molly and Pete had been using. There was also a set of a slim, a less slim, and a thicker butt plug. Each was gently pointed, growing to a broader section, with a thinner stalk and a broad flat base. Was I ready for a butt plug? I held up the thinnest. I compared it to my finger. It was not a lot thicker, was it? Lubrication. Molly had chosen a bottle of thick clear goo. Of course it was sealed and wrapped, and it was a pig of a job to get the wrapping off. I squeezed a drop of it onto my hand. I touched it. It was beautifully slippery. I sniffed it. Nothing. What was it made of. I looked closely at the bottle. It seemed that it was mostly water, but I was assured that it was non-staining and tasteless. I tasted the bit on my hand. The label was right. OK. This was it. I squeezed the bottle over the thinnest plug. Too much! It started to run down the side of the plug and I had to juggle with it to prevent it dripping onto my towel. I smeared it round the plug, and its smoothness and slipperiness encouraged me. More lube for my bum? I now had a lubricated plug in one hand and the bottle in the other. I had to balance the plug on my bedside table to free up a hand to allow me to apply the lube. Oooh, that slippery finger felt good again. In a bit? Yes. Deeper, Yes, Yes, yes. Oh it felt good. Am I ready now? I picked up the plug again and tried to find a comfortable way to lie while steering the plug into myself, while avoiding wiping its lube off onto the duvet and towel. It was there. A slight push. Wow. With no effort is had slid half way in. Pressure. Slide. A slight resistance? Did it hurt? No it wasn't pain, just an incredible fullness. Another push, and it was in. My anus was around the thin stalk. It was hardly stretched at all. I could feel something deep inside myself, and I could feel the plug's base pushing my buttocks aside. Relax. Relax. Relax. How did I feel? It felt good, but not as good as ... Yes, I pulled at the base of the plug. Resistance at first, and then release. Once more my bum was stretched around the widest part of the plug. I tried to keep it there, but it wanted to slide one way or the other. What I needed was ... I pushed the plug home again and tried to sit up. The pressures inside me were strange and interesting. I picked up the second plug, and smeared it with more lube. Then I lay back again and pulled. The slim plug slipped out, and before I could change my mind the second plug was taking its place. It felt enormous. I pushed. In. In. In. So far, but no further. I was so full. The stretching felt wonderful. Wait. I remembered, strain as if poo-ing. Push again, strain again. Oh God it was nearly there. Oh God Oh God, O God. Strain. Push. It was there. Yes. (Now why should an atheist say things like that?) Lie still. Relax. Concentrate on what I am feeling. What am I feeling? The fullness, the pressure. And now the slippery finger on my clitoris. Smooth, smooth, rub, rub, tickle tickle, oh, oh, oh, jerk, twitch, moan. What happened? While I had orgasmed the plug had slipped out. I felt wonderful and happy and exhausted and empty ... ... and sleepy. The phone woke me. It was Simon. He had had a long day. The customer was an idiot but he seemed happy. He had taken Simon for a drink, and now it was late. I looked at the clock. It was nearly eleven. Simon apologised, told me he missed me. Said goodnight, and rang off. I did not tell him about the butt plug and bottle of lube that lay beside my leg. I was hungry. I tidied things up. Put on slippers and a dressing gown. Made a sandwich and a G&T for myself. Slowly, contemplating what had happened I slowly chewed and sipped. I wasn't afraid any more. But what about Simon. What did he think. Did he really have a hang up about it? How would he react when another man penetrated his wife. Should I go ahead? ... Simon had returned. I had showed him the letter, had told him about Molly and the toys and my experiments. I had hoped that he would be excited by it, and perhaps help me to prepare myself, but he did not. I thought he was upset about it, but he said not. He left me alone with my toys, but I noticed that they were sometimes not quite where I had left them. He was interested in them perhaps. Of was he frightened of them? ... It was the 31st. We had both been at work all day. We arrived home. We both decided to freshen up before we got dressed to go out. I again asked if he was sure. I said it might be better to stop, but Simon said "No, it was just nerves." We normally drove to the hotel, but Simon rang for a taxi. He suggested that I take my toys and lube with me. I put them into an overnight bag. The taxi came. We travelled there in silence, but Simon, beside me, sought my hand and squeezed it lovingly. As we walked into the hotel Simon asked me what safeword I had chosen. I hadn't, and looking at the departing vehicle said, "Taxi." In the hotel we undressed and donned dressing gown and masks. The management always supplied a light buffet, simple finger food such as sandwiches, sausages, small pies, strips of various vegetables, bits of cheese and the like. I wanted something. I decided that I wanted something to drink, but nothing strong. I found some fruit juice to sip. I ate a sandwich. We wandered from room to room, hand in hand. I think that we were both too preoccupied to really enjoy what we were watching. I was watching the clock mostly. There was a long case clock at the end of the entrance hall. It struck the hours and quarters. To me, it seemed to be moving too slowly. Eleven o'clock arrived, and I tensed in preparation, but nothing happened. I looked round the room, but there was nobody new. Only people I recognised. They were enjoying themselves. They could have no idea what was in my mind. Eleven fifteen. A single discrete chime from the clock, at least discrete to everyone else I suspect – but to me it was loud and piercing. Ages later – it was half past the hour. The chime was louder than ever. Nemo, whoever it was, was not coming. I would not have to go through with it. It was a stupid idea in the first place. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Nemo, for releasing me from my ordeal. The Squad "It's time, my love." "Is he here?" Simon did not answer, but took a black velvet blindfold from his pocket and had me sit while he wrapped it around my face and velcroed it into place. I have been blindfolded before, and there had always been some light. Sometimes there had been a slight gap beside my nose permitting me to cheat blindness to some extent. Not this one. It was total blackness. Hands guided me out of one room and into another. My dressing gown was untied, and someone caressed my breasts. It was soft and gentle and loving. It was nice. My gown was slipped from my shoulders. My nipples were being kissed. Nemo knew how I liked my nipples kissed. Simon must be guiding him. Or was it Nemo. Two people were kissing my nipples. How many people were watching? What was happening? They guided me to lie across a bed. Someone raised my legs and somehow they were supported. I heard Simon whispering. I felt my pubic hair being stroked, and then a moist warm tongue gently glided across my labia. That was Simon. That was exactly how he did it. Others were massaging my arms. They were using my favourite scented oil. There was a slight click. Someone had opened a bottle. Something cold touched me between my legs, and I flinched slightly. A finger was rubbing, exploring and smearing. More lube dripped onto me and the finger marshalled it between my cheeks. The finger touched my entrance – or should that be exit? Someone else was playing with my bum. Who was it? What was that. It was a zip fastener being opened. Was it someone fully clothed getting undressed? Was it Nemo? No, it did not sound like clothing, it was somehow a hollow sound. I heard Simon's voice. "Her toys." I heard actvity, and after a few moments something smooth touched me. It was my slim plug. The zip had been my overnight case. The plug tip wandered and teased around me until after a minute or so it came to rest in exactly the right place. There was a slight pressure and I opened for it. It withdrew again. I wanted it and it was teasing me. Pressure and release. Pressure and release. More pressure and release. It was entering and leaving me. It would touch against me, then enter and stretch me a little, and withdraw. I imagined it poised, waiting, not quite touching me. I squirmed slightly to feel its touch, and there it was. Now it was being rocked back and forth within me. A shallow push, release, push, release, push deeper, release. I could feel the very slight roughness of my plug sliding in and out of me, A noise. It was the clock chiming. Fifteen minutes until midnight. Deeper – it was there – my bottom closed itself around the toys thin shaft possessively. I heard murmurs of pleasure from my watchers. It was no longer pushing – it was being pulled. They wanted to pull my toy out of me, and I automatically clenched myself around it. It was mine. I was keeping it. I relaxed and its shoulders popped out from within me. Oh yes, this was best. It was moving. It was right in again. Again I clenched, but whoever it was pulled harder, and the pressure made me release my clench. Oh yes – the popping in and out was what I wanted. "Do it again," I squealed. "Shhhh, darling." Simon's voice. All the same, my toy was popped slowly in and out of me time after time. I heard activity. Pop out, pop in, pop out, pop in again. Pop out. I waited for the return, but it did not happen. "Please don't stop" "Shhhh." It was there again. No, it was different. My body had warmed the plug. This was cold. It was different. It delved and pushed. I stretched and gaped. It was my second plug, wasn't it. I was my favourite one – the one I played with most. I could take it inside me easily. Push, slide, release, push sliiide, release, push sliiiiide, pop. I had it. I was breathing quite heavily. "Are you all right my love?" Simon whispered. "Oh yes. Don't let them stop. Huuh" I gasped as the larger plug popped and released itself. In, out. Pop in, pop out. Push in. Pull, clench, release, pop out and gasp. It wasn't there. Oh No. It was my third plug. It was too big for me. I had never managed it. It was sliding. Oh God it's big. It's fucking huge. Its fucking me. Plunge and plunge and plunge and stretch and stretch and no, its too much. What was my safe word. What was it? Oh yes, I remember, - taxi. Do I shout taxi to make them stop? I want them to stop, but no, I want it again, plunge and stretch and plunge and stretch and nearly, plunge, nearly, plunge YES! Someone was wiping the sweat off me. I was full. Full. Fuller than overflowing. I moved myself and felt the varying pressures inside me. They were pulling it. If I didn't release it I would split in two. I pushed as if against a giant turd and pushed again. It had gone. I was panting. What now? Pop. Something was in me again. Pop . Another. It was bigger. Push. This must be my string of anal beads. Six beads on a bendy silicone shaft, each bead – pop, the fourth was in place – each bead bigger than the last. I had managed four before, but not the fifth. But there it was, being pushed inside me. Why had I failed before? It went in so easily. The sixth. They were pushing it. I wanted it. No. They were pulling it. It was leaving me, and I wanted it. I clenched, but the pulsing as each bead slipped from me was amazing. Thank you. The are replacing it. One, two, three, four, harder now, five, now I can do it. Give me six. Push you bastards, push, push, push, shit, it's there. I heard a cheer from those around me and the characteristic sounds of coupled fondling each other excitedly. Bong. The clock was chiming midnight. The sound made me jump and clench myself around that massive sixth ball. Eleven more chimes. I waited and reacted to each one. It felt good. Around me there was whispering, which receded. There were bare footsteps. They were leaving the room. The door closed. There was breathing. There was someone in the room with me. It must be Nemo. Whoever it was moved around the room. I heard the door rattle. Had he locked it? My legs were lifted from the supports, and it was clear that I was to kneel on cushions on the floor beside the bed, with my body across it. As I moved, the handle of the beads swung touched my legs, reminding me, if a reminder was needed, of the reason I felt so stretched and full. The handle was lifted. A slight pull. It felt great, but I was not sure that I could bear the ball being pulled from me. The movement. The strange person with me. I had tensed. I had to be relaxed. If I wasn't relaxed I was doing it wrong, and if I was doing it wrong it would hurt. Relax. Breath slowly. Just go with it. Enjoy the feeling. Its good, isn't it. Yes it's good. It IS good. He's pulling it again. Relax, let it go. Help it. Push a bit, strain a bit. No, No, its too big, no, no, yes, its gone. What's he doing? He's pressing the ball again, but not firmly. He's not trying to push it back in. He's, ... he's ... he's just massaging my anus with the ball. My anus wants it. It is trying to gape itself around it. Push it into me you swine. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! I'm exploding. The ball against my anus is buzzing. No, he is pressing a vibrator against it and it is turning me to jelly. That is what Pete did to Molly. Nemo is Pete – he must be. When we were a group we could easily have been a sharing foursome – it had never happened, but I had thought about it. I think that I would have welcomed Pete into my bed – but now ... O God, that buzzing. He moved the vibrator. He was holding it to my clit. It was sliding back and forth, every now and then touching it fully. With his other hand he was manoeuvring the ball. Was he going to push it in again. I wanted it. No I didn't, it was too big. Push it in, Pete, please, no stop. Oh my clit, I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm coming. The vibrator dropped from his hand. He pulled the handle and the entire string slipped from me. As each ball left me I spasmed and squealed. Oh. What's this? It's warm and soft and pushing. He's doing it. I'm stretching round him. I want him. I try to push myself back against him and he is there. He's rocking back and forth. He's getting faster. He's in me and he's out of control, and he's jerking and pulsing and gasping and cumming and cumming and cumming inside me. He is sperming my rectum. He has been fucking my arse. He has been buggering me and I am well and truly buggered. We stop, and pant, and catch my breath. I feel him soften inside me. After a minute or so he leaves me and I miss him. I miss that feeling. He leans over me and unrips the velcro of my blindfold. The light is bright, and I am dazzled. Then I see the camera. I turn around slowly expecting to see Pete standing there. "April fool." Simon was grinning like an idiot. From outside the door I heard loud cheers. I swung a punch at my husband, but I did not mean it, and he caught my fist easily and my punch became a long, sloppy, smoochy and considerably sweaty hug. "I love you. It there any of that food left? I want a drink." ... A couple of platefuls and a couple of G & Ts later a thought occurred to me. "My love, you know this place is S Quad, or the Squad." "Yes?" "Safety, secrecy, sight and social!" "Yes?" "Well there's another one. Safeword!" "What are you getting at?" "It's five esses, not four. It shouldn't be quad, it should be pent, as in pentagon." "But that would make us S Pent – The Spent." "Well I am. Aren't you?" .......................................... Thanks for reading my story. Let me know what you think please. The Squarepants Ritual Tim glanced over at his sister and suppressed a sigh. He loved the way she laughed. Loved that, even at 19 years of age, she laughed about silly things like the Spongebob Squarepants episode they were currently watching. Then again, he loved just about everything about Stacy. More than a brother probably should, according to general opinion. But Tim couldn't help it. To him, Stacy was just about perfect; brown hair, beautiful face, nicely shaped breasts, a flat belly she liked to show off and an almost impossibly perfect butt. Sister or not, she was the hottest girl Tim could imagine and it was her, not some Hollywood starlet, he fantasized about when whacking off. "Could you get me another beer?" her voice interrupted his train of thought. "You can take another one for yourself, of course." Tim got up and went to get two bottles out of the small fridge their parents had given to Stacy when she moved into the apartment. "There you go," he said while handing one to his sister. She thanked him, opened the bottle with her lighter and took a sip. "Do you like that brand?" she asked while adjusting the blanket wrapped around her. She was always cold. "Sure, it's fine," Tim replied. His mind was occupied with something else. Not cheap beer and certainly not Spongebob Squarepants. His thoughts were racing around one simple question: Should he go for it? Two weeks earlier, he had stumbled upon something, literally. Stacy had asked him to water some of her plants while she was visiting a friend abroad and while doing so, he less than elegantly knocked over a stack of books and magazines. One of the books caught his eye: Stacy's diary. He would never have looked for it deliberately, he hadn't even known that his sister kept a diary, but there it was. Right in front of him. It had fallen open and he could clearly make out the words 'masturbated' and 'orgasm'. His curiosity got the better of him. He just had to read it. All of it. He read about his sister masturbating in the bathtub, about her losing her virginity some time ago. He learned that she wasn't looking for 'the One' or a serious relationship just about know. That she was just looking to have fun without strings. And he learned that most of her sexual encounters started by having a guy over for a beer, watching some TV and him starting to touch her. That she found it hard, impossibly hard even, to restrain herself once she was aroused by some gentle exploring done between her legs... Cut back to right now. Here he was, a guy, over for a beer, watching TV. Should he go for it? He was afraid for his great relationship with Stacy, who wasn't just his sister but also one of his best friends. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, didn't want to jeopardize what they had. But on the other hand, he wanted... her. Boy, did he ever want her. He emptied his beer with a big gulp. Life was too short, he decided. He had to try. "Can I join you under that blanket?" he asked, doing his best to sound innocuous, "I'm feeling kind of chilly." Stacy frowned. It was very much unlike Tim to complain about being cold. "There's another blanket over there," she said, pointing to the other end of the room. Tim sighed, "Oh, come on, I don't wanna get up again. The blanket's big enough for both of us." She shrugged and lifted part of the blanket. "Whatever..." Tim crept up next to her and tried to get comfortable. He waited a couple of minutes before making his move. Then he placed his right hand on Stacy's left thigh, slowly moving up, towards what he really wanted. More than anything in the world. "Tim!" her voice made him freeze, "What are you doing?" He withdrew his hand and felt his face turning bright red. "I... I'm sorry, Stace! I just..." She stopped his rambling by putting a finger on his lips. "It's okay, Tim. I didn't say I didn't like it." Tim looked at her, trying to ascertain what his sister was thinking. She gave him the hint of a smile while she turned off the TV. Clearly, this was more interesting than Nickelodeon cartoons. "Go on, Tim. Just... don't let me stop you!" After a short moment of hesitation, he did as she asked. This time, he chose to put his hand on her belly and work his way down. He rejoiced at feeling her smooth skin, celebrated every second, every inch. Since she made no effort to stop him, Tim moved his hand underneath Stacy's jeans and started to explore her most private of parts. Through the thin fabric of her cotton panties, he touched her, felt her. It was heaven. And it got even better when he realized that she was enjoying it, too. His sister had closed her eyes. Her lips quivered slightly. A moan escaped her lips. "I want you, Stace!" he verbalized his most powerful desire. "But I don't wanna do anything that you don't want or that could..." She shushed him, gently moved his hand out of her pants and looked at her brother intently. "Tim, stop overthinking this! If you want me," she unbuttoned her pants and quickly slipped out of them, "I'm yours!" Transfixed, Tim stared at what his sister was presenting to him by slightly spreading her legs. Stains of moisture on her grey cotton panties showed him that he hadn't imagined her getting wet while he had touched her. "Are... are you sure, Stacy?" he asked once more, unable to take his eyes off of what he had wanted for so long. Stacy didn't answer. Instead, she pulled her panties aside and offered her brother a good view of her cleanly shaven young pussy. It was majestic in it's perfection. Tim wasn't a virgin. He'd seen naked girls before. But this was different. It was his sister. His wonderful, beautiful little sister who had been the embodiment of sex appeal to him for years. Because he failed to do anything but admire her, Stacy took her brothers head into both hands and guided it in between her legs. No words were necessary to convey her wishes. Tim kissed her clit, then started licking her. The taste, the smell... it was intoxicating. Tim didn't much care about technique, he followed his instincts. And judging by Stacy's soft moans and the fact that she was firmly pressing his face into her pussy, he appeared to be doing well. This was amazing. A paradise of passion. An Eden of sin. Tim could have eaten his sister's pussy from now until the end of time. What made him stop was Stacy, pulling his head up, bringing his face to her's. "Kiss me!" she whispered. And he did. Shyly, romantically at first, but getting more and more passionate, he kissed her. Let her taste her own pussy juices in his mouth. He noticed that while she was kissing him, Stacy's right hand was frantically rubbing her clit. Her breathing became faster. A moan escaped her. She was getting close. "Come for me, Stacy!" Tim demanded in between kisses. And she did. With her brother kissing her, his tongue playfully wrestling with her's, she came. "Mmmmmmhh... Tim! Yessssssss!!!" she grimaced in ecstasy, "Oh God, Yes! YES! YESSS!!!" As her climax slowly ebbed off, Tim kissed her on the forehead. "That was so fucking hot, Stacy! I've always wanted to watch you masturbate... see what you look like when you come..." She tried catching her breath. "I... don't always come this hard. I... Oh, man..." Tim brushed away a strand of her hair and looked into her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes. "So... having your brother around turns you on, huh?" She smiled an incredibly smile. "You bet. And having my brother eat my pussy like that certainly helps. It felt amazing! Thank you, Tim!" An hour ago, Tim would have traded his life in exchange for a chance to taste his sister's pussy and here she was, thanking him for it. "Any time, Stace..." Still breathing heavily, she gave him a tender kiss. "Now let's see if I can do something nice for you in return... Would you like to look at my breasts?" she inquired. Tim couldn't fathom why she felt the need to ask. "Yes. Yes, of course. I..." His words trailed of as he stared at his little sister who slowly, teasingly pulled her shirt over her head to reveal a simple black bra. He could barely breathe in anticipation. For so long, he had imagined what Stacy's breasts would look like. Now he would know. When she opened the clasp on her back and let the piece of clothing drop to the floor, he couldn't help but smile. "Just... perfect..." he commented while taking in the sight. "I'm glad you approve, but now it's your turn... I wanna see your body, too!" Stacy said and started unbuttoning Tim's shirt. He worked out, but not religiously so, and his upper body was softer than he would have liked, but his sister didn't seem to mind. She breathed a light kiss on his lips, then pulled down his pants along with his boxer shorts. Stacy bit her lower lip in excitement and anticipation while admiring Tim's penis which had been rock hard ever since he'd first started touching her. It wasn't the longest she had seen, but it certainly was thick and stirred up all kinds of desire inside of her. "Mmh... that's a nice cock!" she stated truthfully and, after weighing it in her hands for a moment, carefully started stroking it. Her technique wasn't flawless, but the sensation for Tim was incredible nonetheless. "Oh! Don't stop!" His sister was jerking him off. Tim had to reassure himself that he wasn't dreaming. His eyes found hers. He could see how much she enjoyed giving him pleasure. "Stacy, could you maybe..." he started, but she interrupted him. "You don't have to ask, Tim. Just tell me. Tell me what you want and I'll do it. Promise!" Again, Tim hoped to all available heavens that this wasn't a dream. And if it was, he sure as hell didn't ever want to wake up. "Suck it!" he commanded. "Suck my dick, Stacy!" She hesitated only for a second, then she dutifully wrapped her lips around her brother's cock. The sensation was unbelievable. Tim had to fight not to come right that instant. What stopped him was Stacy abruptly stopping and starting to cough. "Are you alright?" he asked with genuine concern. "Oh yeah, I just... I have a tough time breathing through my nose sometimes. That's why I usually don't like giving blowjobs..." Suddenly, he felt bad. "I'm so sorry, Stace, I didn't..." but again, she interrupted him. "Bullshit. You have nothing to apologize for, Tim". She started stroking his dick again. "Like I said, usually I don't like sucking cock... but I'd do anything for you! Anything!" As if to prove she meant business, she started sucking him again. And again, she'd almost made him come when she had to stop to catch her breath. "Tim?" the tone of her voice and the pleading look in her eyes made his knees feel weak even before she said the next three words: "Please fuck me!" She slipped out of her panties, leaned back and spread her legs, inviting her big brother to do what he had wanted to do for so long. He lay down on top of her and slowly, carefully entered her. He lost all sense of reality. Here he was, his dick inside his little sister's pussy; so warm, so wet, so perfect! She caressed his hair. "Fuck me, Tim!" she whispered. And she didn't have to ask again. He fucked her. Tenderly at first, his pace soon quickened. Harder and harder, he thrust deep inside her pussy. His sister's pussy. He was fucking his little sister! And if it was possible, it felt even better than he had imagined. It seemed to him like his sister's pussy had been made to perfectly fit his cock. Hugging it from every direction. Tightly. Warmly. With every deep thrust he lost himself further in his passion. And her's. "OH! Yes, Tim! YES!" Stacy moaned. Her voice was filled with unbridled lust. Her eyes closed, she anticipated another climax, meeting each of her brother's thrusts halfway. She was getting close. Getting so close. Just one more moment. One second. The loud slapping noise of yet another hard thrust reverberated through her entire consciousness. A jolt of ecstasy hit every last cell of her body. With a primal scream, she gave in to the most intense orgasm of her life. "AAAAAAAH!!!! YEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Tim soaked it all in. The sound of her passionate screams, the sight of her face, contorted by so much pleasure. He could share in some of what she felt. He could feel her pussy twitching, convulsing around his cock. His sexy little sister's pussy... It was too much. "FUCK! I'm coming too, Stace!" he groaned, then everything changed. Slowed down. Every frustration, every negative feeling, all his worries melted away as he exploded forcefully and shot a large load of sperm deep into his sister's still quivering pussy. In that moment, Tim felt a calm happiness that was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The siblings just lay there, his cock still inside of her, both of them catching their breath for a while before he rolled over on his back. "Oh shit, Oh... that was amazing!" he stated the obvious. Then, euphoria lifting, a thought occurred to him. "I... I'm sorry, I probably should have worn a condom. I mean..." Stacy smiled at him. "Don't worry, it was hot to feel you come inside me. Really hot. I wouldn't have it any other way. Besides," she gently kissed his forehead "I'm on the pill. We're fine." Tim relaxed and lay down beside her. "Oh, I'm better than fine. I'm... I don't even think the word exists. I've wanted you so badly for so long..." She lovingly stroked his chest. "Why didn't you ever say anything?" He searched for words. "I don't know... I was scared, I guess." She moved on top of him and started kissing his neck. "Scared of what? Giving me a huge compliment? Every girl likes to be told she's sexy." Her kisses moved down to the chest and belly. "Every girl wants to be wanted. And if that extends even to her own brother," She had reached his private region and licked rests of his sperm off his cock, "Then all the better! And on top of that," again, she smiled her incredible smile, "You're the nicest, smartest, most wonderful guy I've ever known, Tim. Brother or not, you're just the best!" Tim couldn't quite find the right words inside him, so he said nothing and just kissed his sister instead, hoping the kiss would tell her everything she needed and deserved to know. He loved her. He always had. And he always would. As she slowly pulled away from the kiss, Stacy's face showed a playful smirk. "You know... there's Spongebob reruns every day. I know you're not the biggest fan, but wouldn't it be a nice little private ritual if you came by every other day to... watch with me?" Tim ran his hand up his sister's arm, delighting in the soft touch of her skin. He returned her smirk. "If watching Spongebob and his square pants means I get into yours, I'll be here every day!" "Great!" she gave him a quick kiss and began looking for her clothes. She started pulling her panties back on but then something seemed to occur to her. "Actually, I also have a Spongebob DVD. So... maybe after a couple more minutes of rest for you, we could, well..." She didn't have to finish the sentence. Tim pulled his little sister's panties right back down. A nice little private ritual, indeed. *** Author's Notes: This is the first erotic story I've ever finished writing and English isn't my native language, so please don't be too harsh on me or the story. By all means, however, leave comments and criticize it to help me improve in the future. The Squash Bet My fiancée Lisa and I have been living together for three years and plan to get married next year. We bought an old house and have been slowly renovating it - far too slowly for Lisa's liking! I work in London and by the time I've got the train and then walked home it is usually about 7pm and then I don't feel like doing much decorating. During the weekends we usually do some work on the place, although I must admit that had also tailed-off a little. Friday evening is our only regular night out. We have a game of squash and then after coming home for a shower we sometimes go for a drink with friends. Our squash games get quite competitive and we are fairly evenly matched although Lisa probably has the edge in terms of games won. It had also been a long-standing bet that the loser cooked dinner the next evening. A few weeks ago, after nagging me about tiling the bathroom, Lisa suggested a new bet. 'How about we make the bet a little more interesting this week' Lisa asked as we were going on court. "OK, what do you have in mind?" "Anything you want" Lisa said with a seductive wiggle of her hips. "Anything?" I asked "No, let’s make it any THREE things the winner wants" Lisa said, seductively stroking her left breast. "OK you’re on" I said my mind now totally distracted by thoughts of Lisa's body. That distraction proved to be my undoing and Lisa beat me 5 games to 1. ---------------------------------------- Lisa first favour was for me to cancel my football on Sunday and finish the bathroom tiling, not really what I had in mind but a bet was a bet. On Monday, her second involved me stripping the wallpaper from the second bedroom the next two evenings. Her last favour on Thursday was for me to cook dinner. --------------------------------------- On Friday, Lisa teased me mercilessly and won again. In fact she used the same tactic for the few weeks and won each time. Each week, Lisa had me doing two major jobs and then saved her third for a meal or in one case a cinema trip to see a film she fancied. I was getting pretty sick of this and was determined to not let her teasing get the better of me. It took 5 weeks before I finally managed to win after a very closely fought game. I won 3-2. That night in bed I told Lisa “For my first favour, I would like a nice slow blow-job and I want you to swallow my come". Lisa would only occasionally let me come in her mouth and then she would always spit it into a tissue "No way" Lisa replied "The bet was anything the winner wants and I've paid-up for the last four weeks" Lisa complained bitterly but finally did the deed and reluctantly swallowed my load, washing it down with a swig of my beer. On Tuesday I had Lisa give me a repeat performance for my second favour. On Thursday, Lisa was telling my about the jobs list she ready for me when she won our match the next day. I had planned to use my third favour that night but I had a brainwave and decided to use my final favour to help me win our next game. On Friday Lisa wore the same outfit that she wore for the last few weeks. The top fitted snugly across her breasts and the short tennis skirt had a slit part way up at back that showed the tops of her legs and gave the occasional flash of her knickers when she bent over. On the way to the club we had the usual banter about who was going to win etc. "I assume it is the same bet" I checked with Lisa. "You'd better believe it" replied Lisa. "You'll be decorating for the next 6 months" she teased. "So it’s the same bet for the next 6 months. That’s a lot of blow jobs" I teased in reply. "Dream on, buster. But let’s make it a year. I don't want you quitting after two weeks of wallpapering" Lisa said pushing it. "OK, a year it is" I replied "no quitting". "Done" Lisa finished This was going to work out better than I had planned I thought as I drove. When we pulled up in the car park at the club, I turned to Carol "For my final favour of the week, I'd like you to remove your bra and leave it here in the car." I said. "What!" Lisa replied. "You heard" I replied smiling "But I can't run around without a bra" "I don't see why not…… Does this mean you concede the match?" "No it doesn't, but this isn't fair" "What’s not fair? I won last week and this is my third favour" "You serious, aren't you" "Absolutely" . "Take it off. Whether you play or concede is up to you." "Bastard" she replied, removing her bra and handing me it. Even walking Lisa's breasts were quite a sight in her tight top. Later when she ran on court they were bouncing all over the place. Needless to say Lisa was totally distracted from her game and lost easily. I resolved to continue this plan next week. I kept the same routine for the next three weeks. I won each week and had Lisa swallowing my cum twice each week. Since the first week Lisa had taken to wearing baggy T-shirts on court and this next week she wore a thick sweatshirt, so a new tactic was required. To even more cries of protest I asked Lisa to remove her knickers. The tennis skirt wasn't very long, so a decent stretch or bend at the waist would give a fairly indecent flash to anyone watching. Inspired by the views of her ass on court, the blow-jobs were replaced by her introduction to the delights of anal sex. It didn’t take a brain-surgeon to guess that Lisa would be wearing her tracksuit bottoms next week as well as her sweatshirt so my little ploy wouldn’t work again. I had to think of something else to distract her game because if I let her win I knew she would make me pay big-time. After a couple of days I came-up with the solution and went to buy the necessary item. The next Friday Lisa came downstairs wearing her tracksuit top and bottoms. “Do I have to wear these or can I wear my normal outfit with underwear this week” Lisa asked, hands on hips. “Oh all right you can wear your normal outfit” I replied “With underwear?” “Yes OK” I answered trying to sound disappointed and letting her think she had got the upper hand. “You are going to be so sorry when I beat you tonight” Lisa said in the car. I let that comment go until we got to the club. When we parked, Lisa was just about to get out of the car when I stopped her. “But you said I could keep my clothes on this week” Lisa pleaded “That’s right” I said “I’m keeping to that. Close you eyes and spread your legs a little” I instructed her. “We can’t do it here in the car park” “Don’t worry, just close your eyes” Lisa closed them and I started kissing her and trailed my hand up her thighs to her knickers. While kissing her I started teasing her pussy and clit. In only a minute or so she was wet enough for what I had in mind. I retrieved the little egg-shaped device from my pocket and pushed it inside her pussy. “What the hell is that” Lisa asked “Just a little something to keep you hot for me. As you move it is supposed to gently massage you.” I lied. “And I suppose I have to keep it there while we play” “Yeap” “It’ll take more than that to stop you winning tonight” Lisa replied. The egg was very little hindrance to Lisa at all and the match was very evenly played. With 15 minutes left the score was 2 games all and I was 7-5 up in the fifth. Lisa won service and pulled another point back. It was time for part 2 of my ploy. As Lisa was about to serve again I pulled the little control out of my pocket and kept it hidden in my free hand. In the middle of the next rally flicked the switch on. The effect on Lisa was immediate. She stopped dead in her tracks and put her hand to her groin surprised at the new buzzing sensation. “You bastard” She said glaring at me. The remainder of that game and the next were easy. Lisa kept giggling each time she started to run and couldn’t concentrate on playing. I left it on throughout the drive home (we normally shower at home after the game) and Lisa’s eyes were starting to glaze over by the time we got home. We had no sooner got through the front door when Lisa attacked me. “Fuck me now, you cheating bastard” Lisa said ripping my shorts down and dropping to her knees. Lisa took my cock in her mouth and had me hard in no time. I pulled out of her mouth and dropped to my knees behind her, flipping the skirt up over her backside. Pulling her knickers to one side I pushed into her soaking pussy. I pushed in about halfway pushing the egg a little deeper and nicely lubricating my cock. I then pulled out and pushed against her ass” “No, no…..ah OK, yes…… just fuck me” Lisa pleaded. I wasn’t about to argue as I pushed my entire length into her ass. That simple act was enough to send Lisa over the edge. Lisa let out a loud gasp, gripped the carpet with her fingers and started to tremble in my hands. I held still enjoying the buzzing sensation coming from the egg and let Lisa come down from her orgasm. “Oh fuck” she panted in between gasps “Fuck my ass, fuck me hard. Don’t stop, I need it bad” Lisa begged. I stroked my cock in and out, starting slowly and then ramming her ass as hard as I could. Lisa went wild beneath me and came again. This time I didn’t stop. I fucked her as hard as I could; Lisa was going crazy screaming out in orgasm until with one final push I pumped my load into her ass. “Oh my god. Turn it off, turn it off” Lisa kept repeating. I fumbled with my shorts and retrieved the control flicking the switch off. “Oh my god, I was so turned on I didn’t think I would make it home before coming” Lisa said breathlessly. “That was some hot session” I said “and I didn’t even have to use a favour” I teased. “Bastard, I’m never going to win another match am I” Lisa said. “Not this year” I replied “Cheat” Later that week as we were getting ready for our next game Lisa said “Look I’m never going to win while you’ve got that thing, am I?” “No” “OK then, I’ve got a proposition for you” “I’m listening” “Well I enjoy our squash and if we keep this up then it’ll ruin our squash for the next 12 months….So how about I continue to give you 2 favours a week and we play our squash as normal” “The deal was 3” “OK 3 but in return I get one full day of decorating each weekend and one cooked meal or evening out a week” “OK it’s a deal” I agreed. And so it is I now have 9 months left with 3 favours a week. Surprisingly, all the DIY and decorating seem much more pleasant now knowing the choices I have at the end of a day. The Squat Jackie Mooney switched off the engine and applied the hand brake as she parked outside the latest property acquired by the estate agents where she worked. The property was in a laneway on the outskirts of Newmeadows in Kent. It had been up for sale for over a year. The previous occupants had moved to Scotland and had handed it to Leslie Adams Estate agents a few days earlier in the hope of a sale. Now forty-two year old Jackie had been given the task of inspecting the property and reporting to the firm. With her was her twenty-one year old colleague Daphne Preston. Both women got out and walked up the pathway that led to the front door. Jackie was a married mother of one. She stood five feet nine and her golden hair was shoulder length. Her breasts were large and very firm. Daphne shared a flat with her boyfriend, Joe. She was also five feet nine and her breasts were medium. Her dark curly hair streamed down her back although today she had it in a tight bun. "I thought this place was vacant?" said Daphne as she and Jackie surveyed the junk in the yard. "It's supposed to be," agreed Jackie as she reached the front door. She was about to put the key in the latch until she realised the door had been forced and she gently eased it open. Both women nervously made their way into the hallway. The first thing they noticed was the strong smell of curry. "Hallo?" cried Jackie but there was only silence. Entering what was the living room they spied several mattresses around the room. There were also cartons with partly eaten food. Suddenly, several young men in their late teens or early twenties appeared. "Who are you?" asked Jackie uneasily. "More to the point, who are you?" came a male voice from behind that made Jackie jump and then swing around. Another young man in his early twenties stood before her. In contrast to the others, he was clean shaven. His black hair was tidy and his shoulders were broad and muscular. The sight of this young man donning a leather jacket, in other circumstances, would be sexually arousing to Jackie. "We, err, are from the estate agents. We're here to assess the property," stuttered Jackie in reply. "Well, in answer to your question. We live here," said the young man, who was clearly the leader. "You squat here, you mean," corrected Daphne. "If you wish," responded the young man. Jackie found it strange. This young man was living rough and yet she sensed a cultured and educated tone. "Look, you should all leave. If we don't report back our office they will have the police here," said Jackie, trying not to show any fear. There was sniggering among the group. "They certainly are pretty, boss," said one of the group came up behind Daphne and cupped her breasts tightly with his hands. His companions laughed. Before she could react Jackie also felt hands squeezing her breasts through her blue jacket. "Get you're fucking hands off me," shouted Jackie defiantly. Daphne, in contrast began to panic and scream. A hand went to her mouth and stifled it. The young man holding Jackie was strong and she couldn't break free. "They certainly are that said the leader. "Take them upstairs," he ordered. "Nooo!" yelled Jackie as she and Daphne were dragged upstairs. They continued screaming and struggling to get free but to no avail. The young man in the leather jacket stood before Jackie and began to unbutton her blue jacket. "Look, if anything happens to us our office will call the police. They know where we are," repeated Jackie. The young man just smiled and began to unbutton Jackie's lemon coloured blouse undeterred. "Please, we're married. I beg you..." Jackie was interrupted. "Hear that, boys? Experience," said the young man and there was a chorus of laughter. Jackie's blue skirt was loosened and fell to the floor. The removal of her blouse revealed her full slip. "No, please..." she begged but shocked into silence when the young man suddenly produced a knife. The young man tugged at Jackie's slip and sliced through it with the knife is if through butter. You bastard!" cried Jackie as the young man felt her breasts through her black lacy bra. At the same time she felt the rim of her black tights as well as her matching knickers being pulled all the way down, revealing her long smooth and shapely legs. The young man pulled Jackie towards him and kissed her moist red lips. Instead of being reviled, Jackie felt a certain arousal but desperately hid all expressions of it. She shuddered when she felt someone kissing her bare back, all the way down to her buttocks. Her excitement began to grow when she felt the touch of what she was sure was a cock rubbing against her arse. "Oooh," she groaned involuntarily when she felt the wonderful tingling of her nipples being licked. Jackie so engrossed in unwanted excitement that she almost failed to notice that her bra had been removed. She was pushed down onto a mattress and the young man, now almost naked, except for his underwear, mounted her gently and once again kissed her before proceeding to lick, kiss and suck Jackie's neck. Each touch of his lips sent a shot of excitement through Jackie's body and try as she might, she couldn't conceal it as she moaned deeply with each touch. She closed her eyes and fantasised that perhaps this was her fantasy of a tall handsome young man ravishing her had come true. Jackie's sighs became louder as she felt the young man's tongue and lips work their way down her body. Her wonderful breasts in particular, got special treatment as she felt his tongue making a circular upward movement until it reached the summit and began to lick her nipples. Again Jackie sighed deeply as the excitement of this action flowed through entire body. "Ooooh," she sighed repeatedly. Her sighs became almost screams when her legs were prised gently apart and she felt his tongue drill its way past her bush, through her pussy lips and proceeded to lash her clit. As the moments of this wonderful ecstatic feeling continued for Jackie, despite the fact it was forced upon her, she could feel her love juices slowly beginning to build. Suddenly, in an almost anticlimactic feeling, their was a brief halt as the young man withdrew his tongue and replaced it with his rock hard dick. He slowly eased it into her pussy before he began to pump. His movement, slow at first, accelerated with each stroke and both Jackie and the young man breathed deeper as a consequence. Jackie, for her part, had resigned herself to the fact there was nothing she or Daphne could do. These young men were determined to have their way with them both. All Jackie could think of was that it would not be too painful. Gradually, as the young man continued to pound, Jackie's body began to react to his movements and soon they settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. Once again Jackie could feel her juices gather. This time, however, there was to be no stopping and reaching the point of n return, neither one wished it to stop. At last, after what seemed like an eternity, Jackie exploded in a huge orgasm and at the same time she felt the young man's cum exploding inside her leaving both exhausted and gasping for air. It was only then that both Jackie and the young man remembered they had an audience that cheered the "lovers" as they climaxed together. In her very brief respite Jackie turned to her right and saw Daphne also on a mattress. Her once tidy hair was a mess and her breasts were covered in cum. If Jackie thought thier ordeal was over she was to be disappointed because she and Daphne were pulled up and forced to bend over a low table. The cold of the table's surface was a shock to Jackie's breasts. Then one of the gang stood in front of her with his cock in her face. It was obvious to Jackie what was going to happen next. "No, I won't do it!" she declared defiantly. Then something like a leather strap struck her bare arse making her scream in pain. Jackie knew Daphne suffered the same fate when she heard her young colleague scream also. The young man attempted to push his cock into Jackie's mouth but she closed her lips tightly. This time, however, her arse received two blows of the strap. Two of the gang stood at either side and delivered the painful blows making Jackie scream. Daphne too screamed as she received her blows. Jackie tried to turn her head from the man's cock and this time their were three rapid blows on her bottom and finally Jackie's resolve was broken and the huge unwanted organ entered her mouth and she began to suck. She was also forced to hand fuck two others. As this was going on she could feel cold hands on her arse prising her cheeks apart and another huge cock began to pound her mercilessly. Jackie received cock after cock, both orally and anally. The repeated burning of hot cum in her arse was nothing compared to the woeful taste in her mouth. At last the relentless punishment stopped. However their humiliation was not over yet as the gang leader ordered them to get into a sixty-nine position on their sides and begin licking pussy. By now, disgusted though they were, Jackie and Daphne knew refusal would be painful and reluctantly obeyed. In contrast to her own pussy, Daphne's was very smooth. It was the first time either of them had been intimate with a woman and what surprised Jackie was the apparent sweet taste. Eventually both women orgasmed together. The final humiliation came when Jackie was pushed face down onto the mattress and Daphne was forced to lick her older colleague's arse cheeks several times. She did so, not wanting any more pain. Jackie was ordered to do a similar deed on on Daphne under the threat of more pain. Exhausted and weak, Jackie wanted nothing more than to sleep. She got her wish when a rag with a pungent odour was placed over her mouth and everything when black. The leader of the gang stood admiring the two naked and very beautiful women as the gang arranged them hugging one another as if in a lesbian love clinch. "What are we going to do now, Geoff?" asked one of the gang members. "You heard the lady. There'll be police swarming around here. Get your things together. We'll find somewhere else," answered Geoff as he turned to his fellow gang members. While the gang gathered up their precious little belongings Geoff couldn't help bending down and kissing the unconscious Jackie's forehead. *** Jackie was the first to wake up. She was shocked when she realised she was holding Daphne in an embrace. She took a moment to gather her thoughts. "Daphne, wake up," she said gently to her colleague who gradually woke from her enforced slumber. Suddenly Jackie could hear the sound of her mobile phone. She scrambled for her bag to retrieve it and began to explain about the squatters. By now Daphne was fully awake and shocked to see that they were both nude. "Come on, Daphne. The police are on their way. We've got to get cleaned up," said Jackie as she pulled the young woman behind her and into the shower that was, luckily for them, still functioning. "Jackie, what are you doing?" asked Daphne apprehensively as the older woman stepped into the shower with her. "We'll have to wash each other. It's the quickest way. I don't want the police to find us like this argued the older woman as she applied soap to Daphne's body and the younger woman copied her. It was an extraordinary scene, not least for Jackie. She had always been heterosexual. It was the first time she had seen Daphne naked and she found it erotic although she remained silent. They could hear the police sirens as they hurried to dress. Their underwear was missing so they simply put on their blouses and skirts. It was just in time too because they could hear voices calling from the ground floor. Jackie and Daphne came down the stairs and saw two uniformed police officers as well as two plain clothes officers. There was a male and female officer in each. "What happened here?" asked the plain clothes female officer who clearly had some authority. Jackie spoke up. "There was about a dozen or more squatters here. We were inspecting the property when they jumped us and drugged us," "That was it?" asked the woman, sounding puzzled. "Well..." Daphne stopped when she felt Jackie kicking her heel. The officer looked suspiciously at them both and then spoke kindly. "Look, it's clear you've been through a terrible ordeal. Come down to the station tomorrow and we can talk and you can give statement then. Here's my card. Call me if you need to speak in the mean time. Jackie looked at the card. Chief Inspector Kate Longman was the name printed on the card with her phone. "Thank you, Chief Inspector. We'll do that," responded Jackie gratefully. Jackie got into her car and started the engine. "Why didn't you tell her what happened?" asked a puzzled Daphne. "Are you out of your mind? I don't know about you, Daph, but the last thing I want is people knowing about what those guys forced us to do. Not least of all my husband. How do you think Joe will react?" said Jackie. "Yeah, I guess you're right," replied the young woman, not sounding at all convinced. Kate Longman stood and pondered as she waved to the victims as they drove away. "Is everything ok, Ma'am?" asked Sergeant Jervis, her work partner. "I don't know, Jimmy. They're not telling us everything," responded Chief Inspector Longman. "How do you know?" asked Jervis. "Don't ask, Jimmy. Just a feeling. Let's get back to the station. We're only in the way here," she said in reply. *** A few weeks later Kate Longman was in her office when her phone rang. Two more estate agents were surprised by squatters. When Kate and Sergeant Jervis arrived at the scene they discovered that the estate agents were a woman in her forties and a twenty-one year old man. The woman spoke of been sexually molested and had also been forced to have sex with her young colleague while the squatters looked on in glee. When she returned to the station, Kate reviewed Jackie and Daphne's statements. There was no mention of forced sexual activity of any kind. The description of the leader given by Jackie matched that of the victims of the latest attack. Yet, there was something at the back of Kate's mind and she was determined to figure it out. "Of course, that's it. How could I be so stupid?" shouted Kate with a combination of excitement and anger. The door of her office opened and Jervis stuck in his head. "Is everything alright? Ma'am," he asked. "They had wet hair," declared Kate. "Ma'am?" asked a puzzled Sergeant Jervis. Kate regained her composure. "Never mind, Sergeant," she answered. Kate grabbed her coat. "I'll be back in a couple of hours," was all she said before she left the office. Kate drove to the estate agents and questioned Jackie and Daphne. She used every trick she knew but neither woman would change their story. Frustrated, Kate drove back to her office. As she drove she thought about it. She couldn't blame Jackie or Daphne. She knew she would be very reluctant to admit it herself. Back in the office she left instructions with her sergeant that she did not want to be disturbed and she began to slowly go through the women's statements again. What interested Kate was what Jackie and Daphne had left out. She closed her eyes and began to visualise the two beautiful women in their office attire being stripped naked and forced to have sex. They had obviously showered and it was this scene in her mind's eye that finally pushed her over the edge as she began to finger her pussy. The pleasure she received was wonderful and her orgasm was huge, leaving her breathless. At that same moment there was a knock at the door and Jimmy Jervis looked in. "Yes, Sergeant, what is it?" asked an embarrassed Kate as she blushed. "I'm sorry, Ma'am but the Chief Super wishes to see you. He's asking for an update on the case." "I'll be right there," responded Kate before dashing into the bathroom to clean up.