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Gwen

By: silkenseductress



Gwen lay face down on the bed her arms were pinned tightly behind her back. She struggled but the weight on her back held her to the bed. Her breathing came in ragged gasps. Her hair was stuck to her forehead and strands of hair worked their way into her mouth as she struggled to free herself. She screamed as she felt His knees urging her legs apart spreading them wide open. She writhed on the bed, helpless. She felt the cold clink of metal around her wrists as the handcuffs clamped down holding her arms tightly behind her back. The pressure on her back eased slightly as she felt Him move down her body. His fingers stroking the delicate curve of her ass through her nightdress. He took one ankle in his hand and opened her legs wider. 

Gwen gasped and struggled to lift her head, her arms burning. Her neck ached and her mouth was bone dry. She started to sob feeling exposed and vulnerable. 

He smiled broadly. She looked so beautiful, struggling, gasping, open to Him and his will. He lifted her foot to his mouth and kissed the delicate skin of her ankle. She shivered and moaned quietly. She felt the cool kiss of leather as he wrapped her leg in a restraint and secured it to the post at the end of the bed. She felt Him move to secure the other foot. He moved silently behind her. 

Gwen strained to listen to any sound. She twisted on the bed in vain. Her legs were spread wide secured tightly to the bed. She arched her back and lifted her head in a desperate attempt to see where He was. Silence filled the room. All that could be heard was the sound of Gwen’s rasping breath and the tick of the clock that stood beside the bed. Gwen whimpered wondering how long it would be before He revealed Himself to her. The metal of the cuffs bit into her wrists, the pain causing her to cry out loud. 

‘SShhhh kitten’, she heard Him whisper. 

Gwen’s threw her head up. He was in the room. She continued to moan quietly in to the pillow that was propped under her head. 

‘I told you to be quiet’ His voice rang out in her ear ‘you know the punishment for disobedience’ 

‘Oh God please’ she begged ‘Let me go, please, Ill do anything’ she fought the restraints that held her feet firmly to the bed.

‘Kitten ‘ He said sternly ‘Don’t make this any worse on yourself’. 

Gwen almost screamed but stopped herself just in time. Kitten, she thought, how does he know that name. She silently cursed herself as she thought back to the events over the past few months. The computer that she had been given with for her birthday, the harmless online search that had led to her obsession with stories about domination and submission. Her dabbled in chat rooms with on line Dom’s. She certainly hadn’t been serious…Master Anthony.., the realisation hit her like a sledge hammer…It couldn’t be Him could it…

Gwen was wrenched out of her thoughts as she heard quick steps across the room towards to cupboard. The door creaked open and she heard him rummage through the draws. Gwen’s body tensed in anticipation on the what was to come. She bit her lip as she cursed herself for her stupidity. She had been warned by many people that the net was dangerous and that she could get herself into a lot of trouble...

His voice sliced through her thoughts.

‘So my little kitten, here we are’ 

Gwen winced at His choice of name. She mumbled incoherently into the pillow desperately trying to think of a way to get herself out of this mess. She stiffened as she felt a sharp object slide over the silk of her nightie. She cried out her body paralysed with fear. 

‘Oh please, please, don’t hurt me’ she sobbed, the tears running freely down her cheeks.

‘I’m not here to hurt you kitten. He said. His voice, smooth as butter washed over her senses calming her. The amount of pain you receive depends on you and your behaviour my little slut’. 

The knife continued its exploration of her back and legs. She felt its cold steel slide slowly up her inner thigh. The touch caused goose pimples to break out all over her body. She sucked in a sharp breath despite herself. Suddenly she felt Him grasp the nightly in one hand and slice it evenly down the middle with the other. The shredded silk fell in flutters around her now naked body. Gwen could feel His eyes travel appraisingly over naked, vulnerable body. 

He gazed down at her creamy white flesh and felt his cock twitch. His eyes traced the long, elegant, legs, the curve of her sumptuous ass. He smiled. He had made a good choice – one that he would take his time in savouring. 

‘That was for your first mistake’ He said simply watching her wilt beneath him. 

She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her head in the pillow. She shifted her body to a fro and to her horror found that her nipples were hard and erect, rubbing the soft sheet beneath her. She stopped moving, lying still as can be as she felt His fingers trace the soft flesh of her shoulders. She felt him lift her long blonde hair to expose her neck to His touch. Gwen shivered as His fingers traced the length of her neck. She moaned quietly, savouring the gentle touch of his hand, nuzzling her head as best she could towards Him. He smiled broadly. He must teach her that pleasure comes at a cost.  Swiftly he sat astride her back, sitting his full weight on her back. He lifted her shackled arms gently twisting them upwards. Gwen let out a growl of pain. Her arms were screaming, the muscles cramping as they were forced into an un natural position. 

‘Pleasure equal pain kitten – you should know that by now, after all the research and exploring you’ve been doing’ He said smiling as he watched her fight not to scream. Finally he let her down. Her upper body sank gratefully to the bed. Gwen felt the handcuffs on her wrists being taken off. She fought the urge to hit out with her free hands, instead she lay quietly on the bed enjoying the freedom of her arms. 

Gwen didn’t resist as He took her wrists in his hands and tied each to posts in the corner of her bed. She now was tied spread-eagled face down on the bed. Gwen whimpered as her position became more and more vulnerable.  Gwen stretched gently against her restraints awaiting his next move. She realised that the ball was in his court and she would have to do as he said. 

Anthony got up from the bed and admired Gwen as she lay on the bed. She was exqusisite, more beautiful then had could ever have imagined. Her figured was every man’s dream, long, lean, the muscles in her legs and back rippled as she moved. He reached out and slid his long fingers down the length of her spine, savouring the hot feel of her skin. His hands reached down stroking her legs, her thighs, her back, her arms making her moan. 

Gwen felt His fingers exploring her body. She moaned contentedly at his touch. She felt His hand on her ass. She tensed slightly hoping this to be a momentary exploration. She held her breath as His fingers began to slide down the crack of her ass. Slowley gently. Gwen writhed on the bed fighting her restraints. No man had ever touched her there before. The fingers continued, tomrmenting her, teasing her. 

‘Please…please’ she sobbed, hoping her cries would stop Him. 

They didn’t. His fingers continued to touch her pretty pink asshole. Stroking it, running his fingers over it. He applied slight pressure feeling her tense beneath him and keep herself shut to Him.

Gwen continued to beg as she felt him attempt to slide his finger into her asshole

‘Please don’t, oh god please don’t’. The words spilled from her mouth as she begged him to stop. She knew He was ignoring her pleas. She knew she would have to use the word.

‘Please Sir’. Gwen spat the word out of her mouth, like it had been choking her. There she thought I’ve said it. That should stop him. Gwen gasped in surprise as she felt him force his finger into her ass in response. The tears ran down her cheeks, never had she been so humiliated. To touch her there…anywhere but there.

‘Please Sir’ she cried out desperately ‘Please stop Sir…Anything but that Sir’. The words fell out of her mouth in a torrent of desperate cries. Immediately she felt him slide out of her ass.

‘Better kitten, that’s better’ He said and taking his other hand he reached between spread legs and traced the lips of her cunt. Gwen sucked in her breath as he continued to stroke her labia gently. His touch was feather light and incessant. Gwen felt herself squirming as his fingers attacked her pussy. Teasing her. Gwen arched her back, pulling against her restraints. Even as she strained to reach his touch she felt the pang of humiliation. She fought against herself. This man had tied her to the bed and violated her and yet…His touch, His manner, His voice was intoxicating. 

‘Does that feel good kitten?’ He whispered. ‘I can see my little slut is dripping wet’

Gwen moaned. She knew how she must look, like a slut writhing on the bed under His touch., legs spread, pussy gaping, asking to be filled…the thought made her moan again as His forefinger pressed lightly to her clit and stopped. He held His finger to her wet clit, touching it lightly. Gwen moaned loudly. She wished that he would continue. Her mind was in over drive. Her body ached with lust. She wanted him. She bucked her hips against his finger desperately willing him to continue. He moved his finger out of her reach. Gwen groaned in frustration. Her hips continued to move of their own accord.

He smiled at her bucking body. He cupped her pussy in his hand. Gwen could feel the heat radiating out from her dripping cunt. She felt him lean leant down and whisper in her ear. 

‘What does my kitten want’ He asked her silkily. 

Gwen twisted violently against her restraints. Her body was dripping in sweat. She moaned loudly as His fingers continued to stroke her lips gently. Gwen bit her lip with resolve. She would never lower herself to beg for her orgasm. 

Anthony looked down at Gwen as she twisted beneath him. He has seen this so many times before. He knew what she was. She didn’t. He knew that it was time she was introduced to herself. He had to break her. He whipped his hand away from Gwen’s dripping cunt and began to use it to spank her bare ass. He began slowly at first admiring how his handprints raised quickly on her creamy skin. He ignored Gwen’s cried for mercy as he hammered her ass with his hand. 

Gwen’s flesh stung as she suffered the onslaught for her misbehaviour. He continued to slap her ass, first one cheek them the other. Gwen cried out as her ass began to throb. She tried to wiggle out of the way only causing him to hit her harder. Gwen began to sob loudly. She stopped moving realising it was only making him punish her further. Gwen lay still as he spanked her, she begged him to stop over and over again. She was exhausted by the time she felt Him start to stroke her ass. Gwen cried out as his fingers began to stroke her stinging ass. She arched her back feeling him slide His fingers down her ass to her dripping wet slit. Without mercy He slid three fingers into her wet cunt. 

Gwen screamed in pleasure as his fingers invaded her pussy. She bucked her hips enjoying the feeling as He slammed His fingers in and out of her pussy. Her wet cunt sucked His fingers back in with every withdrawal. 

Anthony watched his slut scream in ecstasy as He finger fucked her hard and fast. He could hear her ragged breath, her moans of pleasure. He withdrew His fingers and sucked them into His mouth, tasting her delicious juice. Gwen growled beneath him at the loss. He smiled at her babbling. 

‘Please Sir, Please Sir…don’t stop…please…fuck me…please fuck your kitten, please Sir, I want to feel your hard cock buried deep inside me… 

Anthony knew it was time. He lifted Gwen’s head by the hair, pulling her roughly. He snarled into her ear 

‘When I let you up slut, you had better be on your knees, where you belong’. 

Gwen nodded her head

‘Yes Sir, anything you wish Sir’.

He reached over and untied Gwen’s wrists. He took his cock in his hand and started to stroke it roughly up and down as he watched his slut kneeling before him. He leaned over and checked that her ankles were still bound…He didn’t want her getting away from him that easily…. 

He positioned himself behind her, admiring the arch of her back, the way Gwen pushed her hungry pussy out, waiting eagerly for his cock. He ran his fingers over her dripping slit causing Gwen to cry out. Gwen pushed her raw ass back at him begging him to fuck her

‘Please Sir…please fuck me Sir’…she cried over and over again. 

Anthony took his cock and ran it down her ass crack, feeling her tensing beneath him. He gently pressed his finger to her ass. Gwen willed herself to relax. Anthony smiled as he dipped his finger in to her pussy. He ran his wet finger over and over her ass hole. Gwen arched her back, her pleasure building despite her disgust. She felt him press His finger into her asshole. She winced at the intrusion but relaxed her muscles, letting him in. She growled as His finger slipped in and out of her tight ass. She felt Him begin to slip another finger into her tight ass. The pain made her cry out. Gwen felt Him begin to fuck her asshole with his fingers. With the other hand he reached down and slipped 3 fingers into her pussy filling her completely. Gwen moaned in pleasure as she ground her hips against Him. The pain in her ass was gone as her pleasure mounted. She felt Him caress her clit gently. She pushed back against the fingers in her ass, reveling in the pleasure of them deep within her. 

Anthony’s fingers stretched her tight virgin ass hole wide making way for a third. He slammed the third one up her ass without ceremony. Gwen screamed in pleasure as He plucked at her clit with the other hand. Gwen shivered as he continued his onslaught, her back was arched and she was babbling with lust

‘Fuck me Sir, please fuck me…oh god yes…please fuck me’ Gwen cried over and over again. Anthony smiled at this…

‘Where do you want me to fuck you my little slut?’ He asked her as he continued to pound her ass with his fingers. 

Gwen threw her head back and moaned. He had called her a slut. He knew what she was. Gwen moaned again. She could get used to being a slut. 

‘Anywhere Sir, please fuck me Sir’. She cried out

‘Ill fuck you’ He said throatily ‘If you tell me where you want my cock slut’ 

Gwen screamed as a forth finger slipped into her ass. Anthony was coating her ass with her juices that were dripping down her thighs. He slipped his fingers in and out of her ass, hard and deep. Her hips were matching every thrust of His fingers

‘Please Sir’ Gwen moaned ‘Fuck my ass Sir’. Gwen couldn’t believe what she was saying. She was asking a man she didn’t know to fuck her in the ass. She was delirious with pleasure as He played her body like a fine instrument. 

Anthony took his cock and positioned directly infront of Gwen;s dripping hole. He slip the tip in. Gwen screamed as He dipped it in and out of her. Her muscles clenched around it as he slowly teased her. 

Please Sir, please sir just fuck your slut’ she screamed. ‘Fuck my cunt Sir…I need it now Sir…please Sir’. Gwen couldn’t stop the stream of obscenities that fell out of her mouth. She had never been so turned in her life; on her knees begging her Master to fuck her in the ass. 

Anthony reached over and slapped his sluts’ ass affectionately. His cock was rock hard as he nestled in Gwen’s tight cunt. In answer to her cries He thrust his cock in one hard push deep into Gwen’s incredibly tight, soaking wet pussy.

Gwen screamed as she felt His cock ram in to her. He held it deep inside relishing how tight she was. Gwen’s knees bucked beneath her. Anthony took one hand and pulled his slut up by the hair. Her hips were pressed against him and His cock was buried inside her to the hilt.

Anthony revelled in the feeling of power that was such an aphrodisiac. He thrust his fingers deep into Gwen’s ass, filling and stretching his slut. His cock stayed in her pussy un-moving. Anthony drank in her shivering form and smiled. It wasn’t her pussy that He wanted…to break her He needed to fuck her in the ass. 

Gwen’s back was arched as He held her close to him by her hair. She felt Him withdraw from her pussy and her ass at the same time. She stayed on her knees like the good slut that she was awaiting His actions. She almost fainted with pleasure as she felt his hot, now wet cock positioned at her ass hole. He held her tightly by the hair as he toyed with her.

Gwen screamed again with lust. She needed him to fuck her ass now. She tried to push back against His cock. He held her fast.

‘Who’s slut are you Gwen?’ he asked her, breathing hard

Gwen could feel his chest rising quickly behind her, her breathing matching His. She could feel His cock twitching at the entrance to her ass. Her whole body was screaming. She had never felt so alive before. 

‘I’m your slut Master, Yours and only yours…please fuck this slut’s asshole and cum inside her to make her yours…please Master…’, she begged.

Master Anthony smiled at this pretty request before plunging His cock deep into His sluts hot, tight asshole. Gwen gasped as she felt his cock ram into her ass. She felt Him hold His cock in her asshole for a second. Gwen gasped for breath before he started to pump His massive cock in and out of her tight ass. Gwen screamed in pleasure. 

Anthony pulled His sluts hair back hard causing her to arch beneath Him. He grunted as he drove His hard cock into her tight ass time and time again. He reached down to rub her clit. 

Gwen screamed underneath her Master as His fingers found her clit. She arched her back and pushed her ass back to meet His thrusts pushing Him deep inside her. His fingers danced over her clit. She could feel herself nearing orgasm. She moaned again…

‘Please Master, please, may this slut be allowed to come’. 

Master Anthony rubbed her clit faster and forced his cock deeper and deeper into her ass. Gwen screamed her pleasure beneath him she fought to hold back her orgasm. Her Master gripped her hips hard slamming home into her time and time again.

‘Cum for me now my little slut’ He growled into her ear. 

Gwen screamed her own orgasm just as she felt His cock explode inside her, coating her insides with his thick, creamy cum. She rode wave after wave of orgasm as her Master continued to pump his cum deep inside her. 

Gwen collapsed on the bed face down. Her hair was stuck to her face, she was covered in sweat and she was sore. Her Master lay down beside her and cuddled her into his warm chest. Gwen knew at once that she had come home.

Gwen



I looked around the apartment with a sense of pride. It was my first place, and even though it was small, it was mine. I flopped down on the couch, a hideous green floral monstrosity I had picked up for twenty bucks at a yard sale. The cushions were threadbare, and one of the legs was actually a chunk of 2x4 nailed to the frame, but it folded out into a full size bed, which was important when your living room doubled as your bedroom. I picked up the remote control and turned on the television. At least basic cable was included in the rent. I flipped through the channels, glad to see that basic cable included the history channel, and TNT. 

Now, when I say my apartment was small, I'm not joking. The living room/bedroom was barely ten by ten, with a small closet that only went halfway to the floor, the bottom half was a series of three drawers. The kitchen, well I could stand in the middle and touch both walls in one direction and if I laid down, I could touch the door while my feet stuck into the living room in the other. The bathroom, however was big, at least by comparison. It had a huge claw foot tub, big enough to lay down in, two cupboards, a washer and dryer, as well as a four foot vanity, and toilet. Unfortunately it also had another door that led into the next apartment who shared it with me. 

The only window in the place was in the living room, and had a wonderful view of a brick wall barely six feet away. If I stood close I could see down to the alleyway, three floors below where several cats had taken up residence. Still, it was my place, and I was looking forward to a bit of independence. College didn't start for another three weeks, which gave me plenty of time to get acquainted with the neighborhood, and the campus. My counselor had set me up with a part time job working in maintenance, but I hoped to find another job as well. 

The next week passed quickly. I managed to pick up a bookcase, and a used stereo from another yard sale, and had found a job working nights at a little restaurant a few blocks from the house. I got a phone turned on, and even stocked up on groceries. Lot's of hot dogs, mac and cheese, and pop tarts. What the hell, if I needed variety, I could always order pizza. 

I had been in the place just over a week when I finally met my neighbor. It was a mutually embarrassing moment. I had just gotten back from work. It was almost two in the morning and the boss had given me the left over stew from the daily special. I put the stew in a pan and set it on the stove adjusting the burner to low. For those of you who have never worked in a restaurant, it is a dirty job, and when you get off, the first thing you want to do is take a bath. 

I stepped into the bathroom, and froze. There was a shriek of surprise, and I quickly stepped back out of the room, pulling the door closed. "Sorry." I called out through the door. Apparently my neighbor had finally come home. At that point all I could tell was that it was definitely a she, with bright red shoulder length hair, and a loud voice. I went back to the kitchen to stare at my stew, waiting for it to heat up. 

A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I walked over and pulled it open. Standing in the doorway dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top was my neighbor. Her hair was wet, hanging down past her shoulders. She had pretty green eyes and lot's of freckles. She was also tall, almost six inches taller than me, which isn't saying much as I'm only five foot two. 

"Hi, I'm Gwen." she said, holding out her hand and smiling. 

"I'm Chris." I stammered, "And, once again, I'm sorry about that." 

"No sweat." she said, looking past me into the apartment. "It's my fault really. I forgot to lock the door." 

"You want to come in?" I said, stepping back to give her room to enter. 

As walked in, nodding at the place. "Pretty much same as mine." she said, walking over and glancing at the hallway that served as a kitchen. "At least you have a couch." she said, standing beside it, her hand resting on the back. 

"I was just heating up some stew." I said, nodding toward the kitchen. "You're welcome to join me." 

"You sure?" she said, "I mean, you don't even know me, and well." 

"Yeah, I'm sure. Besides, it's the least I could do to sort of apologize for, well ..." 

"Oh, yeah." she said, smiling. "You needed to use the bathroom. Tell you what, I'll keep an eye on the food, while you uhm ..." 

"Oh, I was going to take a quick bath. I wash dishes at Junior's, and, well you can imagine what I get to handle." 

"Oh, go ahead." she said. "I'll get the food ready." 

I went into the bathroom, and started the tub. While the water was filling, I brushed my teeth, and shaved, my mind running with a wild fantasy. I had just stepped into the tub when there was a knock on the bathroom door. The door opened, and Gwen was standing there holding a pair of my jeans. 

"I figured you would need these." she said, stepping in and putting them on the counter. "Besides," she giggled, "I figured you owed me a peek." 

I just sat there, unsure what to do. In turn, she just stood by the vanity, staring at me. My cock, unlike the rest of me, seemed to know exactly what to do. As it slowly started to rise out of the water, it was like she woke up. 

"Oh." she said, her face turning red. "I better go check on that stew. Don't want it to burn." In a flash she was out the door, pulling it closed behind her. 

I hurried through my bath, all sorts of thoughts running through my head. Thoughts so vivid I had a difficult time tucking myself inside my jeans. Even after I managed to, my cock was pressing against the material creating a noticeable bulge. Finally, knowing waiting would do no good, I walked back into the apartment, keeping one hand draped over my crotch to try and hide my erection. 

Gwen had just set two bowls of stew on the makeshift table, and turned as I walked in. 

"I'm sorry." she said, giggling. "I just had to do that." 

"It's alright. I guess I had it coming." I replied, walking over to stand on the opposite side of the table. 

"Friends?" she said, holding out her hand. 

"Friends." I agreed. shaking her hand, and smiling. 

As we ate, we talked about school, and discovered we were taking several of the same classes. She was excited when she learned I had a car and offered to split gas cost if she could ride with me. We talked about where we were from, and what it was like. Before we knew it, the sun was coming up. 

"Oh, shit." she said, looking at the alarm clock. "I gotta go. I have to be at the financial aide office by seven." 

"No problem." I said, grabbing the bowls and heading to the kitchen. "I can give you a ride. I have to go to the book store anyway." 

"I'll grab my paperwork, and be right back." she said, rushing into the bathroom. 

As I pulled up in front of the finance center, Gwen leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. 

"By the way," I said, as she climbed out of the car. "The bathroom thing. We're not really even. You stared." 

She smiled and closed the door, before rushing up the sidewalk. I sat there for several seconds watching her. 

The day seemed to drag by, and I was grateful that the restaurant was slow, and I was glad when my boss sent me home early. I walked into the apartment and was surprised to see the dishes done, and a pan of macaroni and cheese. The television was going, and as I walked into the living room, I saw Gwen sitting on the couch. 

She looked up at me and smiled. "Just thought you might be hungry." she said, looking up at me and smiling. "Besides, I don't have a TV." she added nodding toward my television. 

"I appreciate it, but how'd you get in?" I asked, not really caring. I was actually glad to see her. 

"You didn't lock your bathroom door." she said, standing up and switching off the television. "I'll heat things up if you want to take a bath." she said, walking past me and into the kitchen. "Smells like you need one." 

"Gee, nice to see you too." I said, acting hurt. 

"Oh, just take a bath. I'll get you some food ready." She flipped the burner on, and grabbed a package of hot dogs from the fridge. 

I walked into the bathroom, feeling like I was walking on clouds. I had just slipped into the tub when the door opened. Gwen was standing there, a devilish smile on her face. She stepped in, pulling the door closed behind her. I just sat in the tub, staring at her. 

"You know, " she said, her hands grasping the edges of her top and lifting it upward. "I bet we could save money on our water bill by bathing together." 

I sat there staring as she unzipped her shorts and let them drop to the floor. She stood there several seconds, turning slightly as I stared at her. 

"Well?" she said, finally, stepping to the side of the tub, and splashing the water at me. 

"I, uhm, well?" I stammered, my tongue as hard as my cock. 

"Does that mean I can get in?" she said, lifting one leg and resting it on the edge of the tub which gave me a clear view of her neatly trimmed pussy, the lips glistening with moisture. 

She laughed as I slid sideways, making room for her to step in. She slowly lowered into the water, kneeling down facing me. She reached out and took the washcloth from my hand, and began lathering it up with soap. Her eyes were locked on mine as she slowly ran the washcloth over her breasts, leaving a trail of thin suds that slowly ran off them dropping into the water. She washed her neck and face before rinsing the washcloth and wiping away the suds. I sat motionless, my eyes going from her face to her breasts to her pubic area, barely visible under the water. 

"Could you do my back?" she said, turning around, and sliding toward me. 

Her ass brushed against my legs as she continued sliding backwards. She didn't stop until my cock was brushing against her lower back. My hands were shaking as I lathered up the washcloth and started washing her back. She kept wiggling backward until my cock was firmly pressed between my stomach and her ass. Then she leaned back, her body pressing against mine, as her hand reached around, grabbing mine and pulling it around to her front. 

"I think I missed a spot." she said, her voice sounding almost innocent as she placed my hand directly on her breast. 

"Or maybe two." I said, reaching my other hand around to grab the other breast. 

"Maybe." she said, "But I think it might have been a bit lower." She grasped my hand guiding it across the flatness of her belly, until my fingers brushed against her pubic hair. 

"Think you can find it from there." she said, leaning her head back against me. 

"I'll try." I gasped, my fingers fumbling awkwardly through her pubic hair. She jumped slightly, as I finally found the spot, my finger brushing against her swollen clit, before gentle tracing a path across her opening. 

"I think that's it." she whispered, her breathing quickening, as her hand reached down to cover mine, her fingers pressing against mine, guiding them into her. "Uh-huh. I think you got it." she said, her hips beginning to gyrate slightly, as my fingers slowly penetrated her. 

"Oh god, you got it." she cried, her hips moving faster, water splashing out of the tub onto the floor. 

Her hand squeezed mine, forcing my fingers further into her as she began humping wildly, her back slamming against my cock, then letting it spring free. 

Suddenly her legs closed squeezing my hand as she pressed back against me, her whole body shaking as she came. I could fell her pussy clenching and unclenching, around my fingers, her whole body shaking in time to the contractions. Gradually she began to relax, her breathing slowed, and her legs parted slightly. She reached up to grab my head turning it towards hers. Her mouth opened, and her tongue darted out, seeking my mouth. As our mouths met, she twisted around, kneeling on top of me as her tongue invaded my mouth. 

Her body pressed against mine, her breasts pressing into me, the heat burning holes into my flesh. 

She broke of the kiss, pushing herself up, and staring down at me. 

"Come on." she said, the need clear in her voice as she grabbed my arm and stood up. 

She stepped out of the tub, splashing more water onto the floor as she half drug me through the door and into my apartment. The hide abed was opened, the blankets pulled back. She turned and encircled my waist, her mouth seeking mine as she stepped backwards, until her legs touched the bed. Then she just fell back, pulling me with her, her legs moving up to encircle my waist as her hand reached down between us, searching, and finding my cock. 

I gasped, as her hand encircled me, guiding me toward her warm wet entrance. For the briefest moment I paused, thinking about protection, but my cock brushed against her opening, parting the lips slightly and all thought of anything else was gone. I pushed forward, my cock forcing her open, sliding into her as she grabbed my ass, pulling me into her even further. Her legs raised up, locking around my waist as our pelvic bones met, my cock fully engulfed in her hot gripping glove. 

Convinced I was as deep as I could go, her hands moved up my back, grasping my head and pulling my mouth to hers. She didn't say a word, just pulled my face close, her mouth hungry for mine, her body beginning to respond to my intrusion. I could feel her nipples burning into me as her hips began undulating, moving in little circles. I tried moving my hips, but her legs had me clamped to her, I tried again, and she broke off the kiss, her hands reaching down to grab my ass, pulling me back inside her. 

I wanted to pound into her as fast and hard as I could, but she held me to her, controlling my movements, keeping the thrusts slow, deliberate. Her breathing began to quicken, and her hips started moving more erratically, the strokes getting longer with each thrust until she cried out, her head thrown back, her fingers digging into my back. I felt like a cowboy trying to ride a wild horse that was doing everything in its power to throw me off. The only thing keeping me in the saddle were her legs locked firmly around my waist. 

She started to relax, her legs losing their grip on my waist, her hips quivering, as she slowed to a stop. As I felt her grip loosen, I pulled back, withdrawing my cock until only the tip was still inside, before sliding back in, struggling to keep my movements slow and deliberate. She stared up at me, her face a mask of pure animal lust, as I slid into her again, only to pull nearly out. Her hands reached back up, grasping at my ass, pulling hard, slamming me into her, before releasing, letting me withdraw slowly, only to pull me quickly back in. My own desire was out of control, and I began slamming into her with every once of strength I could muster. 

Every time our hips slammed together she let out a little gasp. It took only a few strokes and I felt my cock swelling, pulsing as our pubic bones collided. She felt it too, her eyes opening wide, as my cock spewed deep inside her, emptying my seed deep in her. Her hands traced lightly down my back, making me shiver as my cock continued to explode inside her. Gwen started grinding against me, my exploding cock lodged deep inside her. Suddenly she went completely rigid, her eyes wide, her mouth held open in the shape of an "O". 

My orgasm subsiding, I collapsed on top of her, our breathing seeming to synchronize. We lay there for several minutes, neither of us speaking, my cock slowly shrinking and slipping from her pussy. Her hands traced light circles in the middle of my back, as her breathing slowed. 

"You hungry?" she asked, her fingers slowly moving up and down my back.

An image came to my mind, and without thinking, I acted on it. I started moving down her body, leaving a trail of light kisses until my mouth reached her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect. I slipped one into my mouth, amazed by the heat I felt. I sucked on it for a few moments, swirling my tongue across the very tip, before slowly tracing a path across her chest to the other nipple. Her hands moved to my shoulders, not guiding, merely resting there. I gave her other nipple the same treatment then move down across the flatness of her stomach, stopping to invade her belly button.

By now her breathing had started to quicken, and her fingers were starting to dig into my shoulders. 

"What are you doing?" she laughed, as I slowly withdrew my tongue from her belly button and moved downward, my tongue tracing a path through her pubic hair. 

"Oh, god!" she cried out, as my tongue brushed across her clit. Her hands released my shoulders, moving to the back of my head, as I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking lightly, my tongue barely brushing against it.

She spread her legs wide, holding my head, but not forcing, as I slid downward, my tongue slipping between the fold of her drenched pussy. The taste was exhilarating, the mix of our fluids serving to spur me on. My tongue slid deep into her pussy, soaking in the mixture of our sex. I flexed my tongue muscles, curling my tongue into a cylindrical shape, then rolled it backward. I unrolled, and flattened it, then did it again, smiling as Gwen began squirming, her hips thrusting frantically, her hands beginning to tighten on my head. 

Her hips lifted, thrusting her pussy into my mouth, her hands holding me tightly. The spasms started suddenly, her legs closing involuntarily, as she cried out, her hands releasing my head to flail about wildly. I shifted my head slightly, shoving my tongue as far into her as it would go, at the same time, pressing my nose against her swollen clit. It was like pressing the launch button on a rocket, as she exploded, her whole body shaking and flailing wildly, as I struggled to maintain contact. Gradually her orgasm slowed, and she started to relax, as she lowered her hips. I let my tongue slip from her pussy, sliding upward across her clit, which sent her into another explosive spasm, my tongue flicking lightly across her pleasure button. 

I slowly raised my head, looking up at her. My face was covered in a mixture of our fluids, as I smiled up at her. I slowly slid back up her body, my tongue leaving a wet trail across her skin. My cock, once again rock hard, slid easily into her. She smiled up at me, tears running down her face, as I slid slowly into her.

"Oh god, I've never." she said, her legs slowly raising, slipping behind my legs, her strength so sapped she could raise them no farther. I moved slowly, my cock pulsing, already on the verge of exploding. She reached up, grasping my head, pulling me down, her lips parting, allowing my tongue to slide into her mouth. She held me, her arms wrapped around my back, as I slid in and out, my cock pulsing. I kept moving slowly, letting my orgasm build. I felt her cunt tightening, the muscles flexing. I shoved deep into her, feeling my cock pulse, my cum spewing forth. She gasped, feeling me cumming deep inside her. I dropped my head down, slipping into the crook of her neck, my mouth latching onto the skin, drawing her in, as the flexing of my cock pushed her over the edge, her orgasm sweeping through her one more time.

I collapsed on top of her, my body completely spent. We lay like that holding each other drifting off to sleep.



Gwen



My name is Gwen. My story is about how one day I found my true self. I am an 18 year old red head, 5'2, 105 lbs. I still look very young for my age. I have very small breast's, but I do love them. I think they are pretty. I have had some boyfriends in my high school days, but nothing serious. I am not a virgin, but I am not a whore! I am an only child, and I still live with my mother Paula, and my dad James.

I turned 18 in the spring and after I graduated from high school I took the summer off before I went to college. This was the best decision I have ever made. Things changed during that summer for me. Not only just for me but my parents too.

While growing up at my house, There was things I have lived with that may not seem normal to some other peoples up bringing. You see, my parents had a lot of sex. Not in front of me, but for all the years I could remember, I could hear my parents having sex in they're room all the time. And to be honest.... I had never thought anything of it. I just thought it was nice. It is great that my parents can have that connection for all of these years.

One night things were different. It was a Saturday night, and I had just came back from a small get together at a friends house. I was a little tipsy to say the least, but not to bad. I was getting changed into my night shirt and then it started.... my parents having sex again. This time it was different. I was listening intently. I could her my mom's whisper's, my dad's grunts, the slapping of his hand on her ass. I was getting a little bit aroused.

I stood in front of my mirror and looked at myself. I brought my hands up to my a-cup breasts and rubbed my hard nipples threw my white cotton night shirt.

"Yes, Yes, Fuck me James... Fuck me!" My mother blurted.

"SSSHHHH Paula! Gwen will hear you." Dad said in a stern whisper.

"I don't care James.... right there baby, just keep going hon. I am almost there!"

I couldn't believe it. My mom didn't care if I heard them. What did that mean? Why would she not care about her daughter listening to them having sex? Isn't that weird? At this point I started to thing very strange, but real thoughts. I have never thought about my parents in any way like that before, but hearing them have sex tonight and listening to them talk; not caring if I heard them, made me very curious.

The next day was a Sunday. I woke up in the morning very frustrated. I should have released some of my "tension" last night but all I can do was to try and not think about these feelings I started to develop. My mom walked into my room and asked what my plans were for the day. I told her that I was just going to chill out and do some laundry. 

Mom looked different today. She came into my room and was wearing a yellow sundress. She looked beautiful. My mother was also small. She was 5'4 and about 115 lbs. Her breast's were bigger than mine though. She was a b cup and she fit them well. I have never been attracted to girls before but looking at my mom in that dress just made me want her. I really don't know why? I just kept hearing her voice in my head from last night; it just made me really wanting her.

She left the room and I felt so horny at this point I just had to get off, and just when I was going to take my shirt off and jump in my bed, my dad walked in. I was still dressed when he walked in but I wish I wasn't. He asked if I wanted something for lunch, and I didn't reply at first. I was staring at him. He is 5'10, in pretty good shape, 170 lbs. and really good looking. He came in my room without a shirt on and just wearing a pair of boarder shorts. His ass looked just perfect in those shorts."Is there something wrong with you Gwen?" Asked my dad.

"No dad, ahhh, I was just thinking thats all" I can't believe my dad busted me staring at him. I wonder if he knew?

"I will bring you a sandwich, where do you want it?" he asked.

"Just bring it up to my room dad. I still have to get dressed. Don't be too long, I am very hungry..... I will be waiting." As I was talking I couldn't believe what I was saying to my own father. I was flirting with him, and sounding like a complete idiot no doubt.

I went to the bathroom, and on my way I could here my parents talking. I crept slowly by the kitchen door and listened in to there conversation. 

"Gwen is acting very strange Paula. What is going on with her?" my dad questioned.

"I know what you mean.I went into her room and she just had this glare in her eyes. It was like she was looking right threw me. It was weird."mom added.

"Do you think she heard us last night?"

My mom; in a devilish voice responded. "Well lets hope she did James. Lets hope she liked what she heard."

I was floored at what I had just heard my mom say. I quietly went up to my room and sat at the edge of my bed. I was so nervous. I didn't know what to do? I was feeling flush, very warm all over. Like I had a fever. I was burning up fast, and I started to breath heavy. I stood up and in a panic I took my shirt off and my panties. It didn't help, I seemed to get hotter and hotter. What was happening to me?

I stood in front of my mirror and looked at myself. My nipples were hard like a rock, and my pussy was wet. Clear juice started to seep, and drip down my leg. I held my breast's in my hands, lightly touching, looking in the mirror I watched, as I felt a drop of my juices run down my thigh... to my knee... to my calf. And then

"Gwen, I have your lunch.... GWEN?!?!?" my dad stood there watching me.

I turned around, put my hands down, exposing my small breast's for him to see. My wet pussy also right in front of him to look at. No words were said for a few long seconds. I slowly put my hands on top of my breast's, not really covering them, but more or less, teasing my father."Oop's?" I said to him. "I forgot you were coning up daddy." My father was in shock.

"What are you doing Gwen? Why are you? I am sorry I will leave." My dad ran out of my room, and I felt so humiliated. I didn't know what to do? I was so sure this is what my parents wanted. Just when I bent down to pick up my panties, I had seen my mom walk in.

"Well what do we have here?" Mom had this look in her eyes. "Dad just told me what he saw and I just had to see for myself."

I stood there naked and wet, feeling flush again, I walked up to my mother. " I am sorry mom, I just thought this is what you guys wanted. I heard you talk downstairs about me hearing you guys and hoping I liked it, and I did mommy, I really did."

"I am going to let you in on a little secret of mine. I have had this fantasy about having you and your father at the same time. Now, your father is not really on the same page but I hope I can change that." My mother looked serious. She really wanted this, and so did I.

"I think I want this to, but mom. I have never been with a women before. I am not sure how to do this. I am really attracted to you, but I don't want to screw up." I was feeling very alone now. I was still standing in front of my mother naked."

"Don't worry honey, I have never been with a women either. I just want you sweetness. You are one beautiful little girl."

We both gazed deep into one another's eyes and she made the first move in. We pressed each others lips softly. Small pecks. She opened her eyes and I opened mine. We both smiled and without another thought, we both went in with a deep longing kiss. Our tongues twisting, our saliva spilling back and forth. Tasting my mothers beautiful kiss was something I could have never dreamt off. I t was everything I have ever wanted to feel. I was so turned on by now, my juices were dripping all over my legs.

"Now Honey." My mom pushed me back looked me up and down, put her hands on my small breast's."Small, but nice Gwen." My mother then put her hand on my wet pussy, I let out a gasp... "We will have to take care of this my little girl. This is what I need you to do. Tonight I am going to make love with your father. But this won't be the same. We are going to the basement, and I will be wearing some of my sexiest lingerie. I want you to wear something sexy to, and come down and watch. And just maybe my beautiful Gwen... just maybe we can have a night to remember."

My mom leaned in and gave me another long kiss. We kissed for a long time, then she left. This was something else. I just knew tonight was going to be a night I would never forget. Time to get ready.



Gwen and Elizabeth: Another Side



"You look…nice…" Beth softly complimented, brushing her full lips against Gwen's cheek.

"Thank you sweetie…" She returned, glowing from the simple, heartfelt statement. Gwen's cock stirred from the closeness, Beth's light perfume and immaculate femininity. 

The two friends chatted incessantly within the luxurious confines of Gwen's BMW on the way to the mall. They had arranged for this date earlier, both loving to shop and spend more time together…not to mention a hard earned salary.

Hand in hand, the girlfriends casually walked along the wide, tiled floor and Beth aggressively pulled the other into Lord & Taylor, "Might as well see how the other half live, right?" she said with a smile. Their merchandise was very chic and very expensive, so they looked and wished forlornly.

"Okay…ready for Filenes?" Gwen suggested. The bargain store offered a nice choice of affordable clothing and they jostled through the crowd amongst dozens of racks and half filled tables.

"Ooo. I like this one…what do you think?" Gwen asked, holding the baby doll nightie against her front. The light blue matching bra and panties were tailored for evening comfort, mere triangles of skimpy diaphanous material.

"Oh yes…that's you!" Beth winked her approval. Two more stores and small purchases, they meandered towards the delicious aromas emanating from nearby restaurants. 

"I'm famished!" Beth exclaimed "This looks good…don't you think so dear?" Not about to argue from a near growling stomach, Gwen nodded as they entered the seafood cuisine. Nestled in a corner booth Gwen casually slipped off her shoes, aching feet sighing in relief and surreptitiously stroked Beth's knee, her warm palm teasingly smoothed the bare thigh, "I'm glad you came…this is fun to getaway, you know…with you…"

"Yes…yes…I-I…agree…" Beth's voice tittered as the hand crept dangerously higher. The food was excellent, they dove into a shrimp cocktail, parmesan encrusted grouper, three bean salad and all the garnishings. Pleasantly stuffed they topped it all off with a strong, nutty cappuccino, lingering in quiet, relaxed conversation.

"Can you stop at the liquor store? I just want to pick up a couple of things…make us a great drink."

Gwen balanced the bags and fumbling with the keys felt the strong hand palming her rear. "God…you've got a great ass…" Beth purred.

"I'm glad you like it…" Gwen said, turning the lock. Just inside, she dropped the items and planted a steamy kiss upon the unsuspecting lady. Bodies pressed, their tongues instantly dueling like love starved teenagers. Arm in arm they walked into the living room, it wasn't late but Gwen knew they were more than likely in for the night.

"I'm…umm…going to get out of these things…okay? I, uhh…think I'll try on something new…okay?"

Beth giggled, "You don't need to clear anything with me girl…it's your place! I'm going to make that something…"

Plopping the things on the bed, Gwen stripped and stood before the full length mirror, turning to survey the tan she'd worked on, admiring the bikini lined white cheeks, legs and privates shaved ultra smooth. Excitedly she handled the nightie, removing the tags and carefully slipped into the skimpy outfit. The tiny panties tucked into her buttocks like a thong, her penis swelling within the sheer fabric.

"You're a slut…you know…" She whispered to the erotic reflection, "and such a sweet slut…ready to play? Mmm…Beth will like this…this look…" hands wantonly grasping girlish tits.

Early evening shadows filtered through partly opened blinds providing a peacefulness in Gwen's residence. Entering barefoot, Gwen thought, it was so quiet she could've been alone. She approached the wide oaken coffee table, the salt rimmed cocktail glass half filled with a colorful drink sat next to a similar decanter and Beth's dark eyes stared over her glass, no disguising the lusty appraisal, ogling Gwen's appearance.

"My…oh my. That…is…you…" moistening her full lips.

"I love it…so comfy and…" Gwen felt a deep wave of silliness and curtsied for her. Beth's gaze was fixated on her body and with a surge of exhibitionism Gwen raised her arms causing the short nightie to rise higher. More exposed she turned, pirouetting on the balls of her feet, reveling in Beth's voyeurism. Admire me…yes…drink all of me in, Gwen's flushed face seemed to say. The drink beckoned, Gwen reached, gripping the thin stem and Beth leaned forward to clink their glasses.

"To the weekend…" Gwen toasted.

"To our weekend…" Beth quipped.

"Oh wow! This is delicious…the best…" sipping at first then quaffing half the drink, "Umm…there's something…a little different…I mean…so tasty. What's your secret?"

"I can't tell…you'd never guess…my own invention, sort of. Hey…come and sit next to me." Beth patted the cushion adjoining hers' on the large suede couch. Gwen took another small sip and obligingly sat close to Beth, their legs barely touching. Relaxed from the days' activities, Gwen unwound easily with the infusion of fruity alcohol and the very friendly company. Acting right at home, she put her feet up on the coffee table, wriggling the piggies, shiny toenails painted a vivid dark red.

"You're such a show off Gwen…but such a lovely show off…" Beth was half teasing.

"Well…only when I want to be…" Gwen giggled.

"Hmm…I might have to spank you…" Beth's suggestive voice lowered an octave, long fingernails touching a bare knee.

"Well…if you have to! I mean…I've been such a bad girl lately…" Gwen played along with the innocent banter. Beth sipped her drink, slowly placing the glass down and turned to face Gwen with an uncharacteristically serious look.

"Baby…can I ask you something?"

"Sure…hell…we're friends." Gwen finished her drink.

Beth's captivating dark eyes bore into Gwen's, "Have you ever been spanked?"

"I…uhh…well yeah…growing up and…"

"No, I don't mean then I mean now as in sexual…"

"Ohh…like that. Well yeah. I like a slap on the ass or being a…little rough or…" 

"I could spank you. Really, really hard. Make your little white ass pink…red…tingly. Just what a bad girl needs. Have you ever been tied up?" Gwen was drawn into the depths of Beth's deep hypnotic gaze, sensing something different in her countenance. Beth's powerful stare was eerie, as if she was trying to read Gwen's mind, probing into her private or hidden thoughts.

Averting here eyes, Gwen remembered a period of time last year, curiously visiting some bondage websites and role playing sado/masochistic scenes with other men and women in private internet chat rooms.

"Do you like being controlled Gwen?" Gwen's eyes darted back to the secure, overbearing look in Beth's pupils. Inevitably, remembering the explicitly sexual chat conversations, Gwen's character had become the subservient type, the receiver of punishment first and then pleasure. The mute, non-answer was observed as a yes and Gwen felt an intangible part of her soul exposed; a different but thrilling mode of nudity.

"Pour us another drink, Pet." And there it was, in the cyber world she'd been called that before but this was real and this was now. There was no hesitation in Gwen's movement, she was entering a newer arena. Pouring her a drink was a simple act, serving Elizabeth gave Gwen small goose bumps. The cordless phone rang, breaking the silence and the moment's spell. Once, twice…three rings.

"Well? Aren't you going to answer?" Gwen's mind was temporarily awhirl: such a fine day and now this new twist with Beth and now who could be calling? She got up to answer in slow motion, the effects of the alcohol partly to blame, the name on the caller ID made her smile.

"Hell-o Paul." She answered somewhat lightheaded. "What a surprise. What'r-r-r you up to tonight?" 

"Ahh…not much. Relaxing, doing a little writing. Was just thinking about you and wondering what you were up to tonight. Ahh…is this a good time to call?"

"I have company…" she turned to face Beth.

"Elizabeth is…" She frowned and mouthed "Beth!"

"Okay…sorry…Beth is here. We're…umm just sharin' this pitcher of lovely margarita concoction…that…umm, she made. It's so-o-o smooth and good and…what's that?" Gwen shifted her attention from the phone to Beth who was motioning that she had to use the bathroom.

"Hell-l-l girl…you don't need to ask!" Gwen giggled.

"Okay…look. You've got company. I don't want to interrupt or anything. I can call back tomorrow Gwen."

Gwen's voice lowered, "No, no! It's okay Paul sweetie. She's gone to pee. Is everythin' okay with you?"

"Oh yeah. Same old work and everything…I'm okay…"

"Paul dear, I am gonna let you go but I have to tell you about Beth. Oh God Paul…she's a fuckin' dreamboat! We met…a coupla weeks ago. She's about my age…black…and sexy…"

"Wow. She sounds like your type…for sure…" Paul answered in a positive voice and surprised at the silly pang of jealousy he experienced.

"You're funny!" Gwen giggled, "Guess I attract lots of types. Don't I Paul? Hey…these drinks are good…I feel good…"

"Hmm…I thought you sound a little tipsy…who the hell cares? It's the weekend, right?"

"Tipsy…ha ha ha…haven't heard that word in awhile. But look…Paul…I hafta tell you…somethin'…"

"Do tell."

"She…Beth…said she was going to spank me and I played along…you know…tellin' her what a bad girl I've been and then she got more serious about it. She said that she'd really, really spank me hard…and maybe tie me to the bed and…"

Gwen heard the bathroom door opening and anticipated her friend returning, "Paul baby…I'll call you….later…k? Kisses…" and placed the phone down. She turned and her mouth dropped open, there's no way she could have anticipated Beth's stunning appearance.

The mass of unmanageable waves and curls had been pulled back into a tight bun, framing the oval, ebony face, daring streaks of eyeliner produced a feline look and Beth's pouting, full lips were glossed with fresh pink lipstick. A pair of elegant evening gloves reached up to her elbows. Cinched around her waist, a gorgeous red corset flared upwards to Beth's full bosom, fleshy, mahogany breasts pointed with dark nipples spilled over the top. A matching garter belt clasped onto smoke colored nylons, tiny silk panties imprisoned her genitals brandishing a thick bulge impossible to hide. Black suede stiletto heels propelled Beth several inches taller, filling out the ensemble. Gwen gawked at the scintillating tart standing in her living room.

"You act like you've haven't seen me before…" 

"Umm…not…like…now…" she replied with an arid mouth.

Beth stepped closer, her dainty perfume lingering in the still air, "You look a little nervous Pet…but I like that. If you're ready to begin, call me Miss Beth or Miss." Her assertive eyes bore into Gwen's.

"Yes Miss."

"Good girl. Strip. That nightie makes you look like a slut but that's what you are anyway…right Pet?"

"Yes Miss." Gwen quickly untied and removed the lingerie and stood naked, a subdued, chilling arousal seeped across her flesh.

"Ooo! A blush! How nice…put this on…" Gwen was handed a large, chrome cock ring, the likes of which she'd never seen before, it's thickened smooth band designed to tightly encircle the scrotum and penis. Gwen's shaved balls entered the cool, metallic circle and next carefully pushed her cock through the tightened ring. The feeling was exquisite. Gwen's normally tucked away genitals were now clasped and protruding from a smooth pubis.

Gwen sighed; one gloved hand lightly caressed the captured cock and balls, the other fingering along the cleft of her buttocks. "There…that's better. Such a nice package here and smooth ass cheeks. Tell me Pet…how often do you masturbate?"

"Umm…almost every day…"

"Every day…Miss?" She corrected.

"Yes Miss…almost every day Miss…"

"And do you…" Beth's fingertip pressed against Gwen's pucker, "desire something inside you…when you jerk off like the bad girl that you are?"

"Yes Miss…sometimes Miss…"

"Then go get it…now." Amazed at her quickness to obey, Gwen dashed into the bedroom, retrieved the soft rubber anal plug and placed it into Beth's gloved hand.

"Such a cute little toy. Small and dainty, like you Pet although I thought you had something bigger. Oh well, open up now…" Beth slowly brought the plug towards Gwen's mouth, inserting the tapered end between her lips.

"There…that's good…get it nice and wet…" pushing the short rubber stem in and out she giggled, "sort of like brushing your teeth isn't it Pet?" Gwen inwardly cringed from the humiliation, her ass toy used in such a way and then it was out, saliva dripping onto her chin.

"Bend over baby…" she commanded. As so many times before, the intruder slipped in easily, her cavity adapting to the fullness and pleasure it provided, her sphincter collapsing around the base. Beth's hand lovingly slapped her derriere, "Stand up now and you can thank me…"

"Thank you Miss…"

"Does it feel good Pet?"

"Oh yes Miss…it feels very good…" 

Beth stood directly in front of Gwen, peeling off her gloves and brazenly grasped Gwen's breasts, flicking the gold loops, "God I love these! So sexy…keeping your little nips hard all the time. Did it hurt Pet?" Beth pulled the rings outward.

"Y-y-yes Miss. T-t-the piercing…hurt…but…it hurt good Miss…it was…w-w-worth it Miss."

"Pull them for me Pet. See how far you can pull them. I want to see that. Yes…like that. Stretch them baby…pull on those girly nipples. You're turning me on…" Beth whispered, moving behind Gwen, encouraging, goading her to yank the golden, unforgiving loops.

Distracted by the sweet pain in her nipples, Gwen flinched from the sharp stinging slap landing upon her left ass cheek. The loud cracking sound SLAP! echoed across the hushed space. Another came quickly, Bath's bare palm striking the other side SLAP! Two more instantly followed SLAP! SLAP! Then four more SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

 Beth again stood in front of Gwen, gauging the reaction from a blushing face, "I like you this way Pet. That's right…keep the pressure on those girly nipples. Your ass is mine. So fleshy…so bare. Is it tingling Pet?" sliding to her side.

"Yes Miss. Thank you M-m-miss…" In the brief interval, Gwen's exposed derriere bristled shamefully. She felt Beth's eyes upon her while she pitifully prepared for the next blow. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The unforgiving palm striking at will, four more and then four more. She struck harder with no apparent rhythm; sometimes her stiff hand made direct contact, at other times a wicked glancing cuff.

Gwen entered a strange realm of pain, a swarm of bees assailed her cushioned ass, their innumerable stingers hurt like tiny flames and she moaned. Beth perspired from her work, the merciless hand doled out multiple, punishing spanks and she embraced her passion…her exciting role.

The muscles in her arm grew weary, their breathing ragged and agitated, Beth softly kissed Gwen's shoulder, gently tugged on her elbow and motioned them both toward the couch. Slipping out of the heels, Beth peeled off her panties and sat on the middle cushion, legs splayed wide apart. Gwen stared at the pillared erection, fascinated as always by the Prince Albert piercing and pleasantly surprised that Beth was adorned with an identical chrome ring, her hairless genitals beckoned.

"Oh Pet…look what you've done." Polished nails trickled across nylon clad thighs, "Got me so fucking hard. I have a soothing balm for your ass…later though. Come closer Pet, kneel down…you know what I want. Isn't she pretty Pet?"

"Oh yes Miss…very pretty…" Gwen obediently knelt between the outstretched legs, smelling the musky arousal as her tongue reached out to lap Beth's tight balls. The wet snake coiled around the smooth shaft and wriggled its way up. Hungrily Gwen's mouth closed over the spongy head, tasting the silky pre-cum and nearly enveloped the entire length of rigid penis.

"Ohh. Yesssss-sss…Ohh God…yes…suck me…" Gwen's lips pistoned wetly around the swelling member, her tongue flicking the metal piercing, teeth gently scraping the underside of Beth's rimmed head. Her head bobbed up and down rhythmically deep throating the bulbous prick, then sucked only the top three inches, her cheeks collapsing tightly around the sensitive flesh.

"Fuck…you've got me…so…close. I'm so…don't stop…" Beth whispered raggedly, placing her heels on the backs of Gwen's shoulders, stabbing her prick into the wet vacuum, her fingers digging into the couch. And Gwen had no intention of stopping or teasing, she sensed the impending orgasm, tenderly squeezing her ball sack.

"Eeeee-eeeee…ahhhhhh!!! Ohh! Argh-h-h-g…" Beth stiffened, screeching aloud jettisoning an enormous, syrupy load of cum into Gwen's eager mouth. She humped the pleasurable mouth, hips bucking wildly, riding along a mind shattering orgasm.

"Oh yeah…oh yeah…so good… l-l-little slower now. Yeah…like that. You'd…better…swallow me…Pet…"

"Mmm-hmm!" Gwen mumbled against a mouthful of cock and delicious, salty sperm. She greedily drank Beth's special essence; continued mouthing the deflating cock, resting her head upon one of Beth's twitching thighs.

"Ohh…wow. Mmm…what you do to me…" Beth sighed, her slightly cramped feet slipping back to the floor. Languidly, the back of her hand caressed Gwen's smooth cheek, relishing the sweet after glow.

Gwen was hard. She couldn't remember when she'd been this hard, idly stroking the marble pole, the slim aperture continued to fill her core, her sphincter tightened around its shapely contour, it was a part of her.

Boldly, she stood, her need was too powerful, like a spider's web, a thin, gossamer thread of liquid leaked from the magenta tip and dangled towards the floor. Gwen's smoldering eyes stared at her tall, bobbing erection and Beth's fleshy breasts. Their eyes met and with words unspoken, it was Beth's time to kneel.

Warm breath puffed over Gwen's balls followed by a moist tongue, lapping the swollen sack. She watched the glossy lips kiss the tip and Gwen's knees trembled as the hungry mouth engulfed her penis.

"Ohh. God yes…suck it bitch…!" she hoarsely whispered, any semblance of submissiveness gone, moving her legs apart. Beth swirled her tongue around the pink, saliva coated shaft, eager to please her lover, lapping the sensitive underside. Expertly, she closed her mouth tightly, suctioning the pleasurable skin, Beth's nimble hands placed around the backs of Gwen's knees, palming and massaging the muscles of her thighs.




Gwen and Elizabeth: Another Side



"Mmm! That's so good…fuck! Do you want my cream bitch? Suck it…suck the cream out of me…" Gwen's hands reached down, firmly holding Beth's face still while she flexed her hips, lewdly forcing her cock in and out, intensely fucking the agreeable vacuum and then she was gone.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck-k-k-k…..! Ohh!" Gwen exploded, holding nothing back, ejaculating a torrent of gooey droplets into the moist cavern. Her balls tightened around the chrome ring, the force of her orgasm propelled the anal intruder out, shamelessly hitting the floor. Such glorious pleasure! Gwen felt lightheaded from the awesome release, her reddened cock pulsed the remaining semen. So satisfied! She held onto Beth for stability lest she swoon and fall.

Gwen's ass was sore and tingling, her head was buzzing from the incredible orgasm and mildly aware that Beth was moving. She stood in front of the breathless Gwen, smiling and sealed her mouth over Gwen's lips. Sweet, sticky cum spilled onto Gwen's surprised tongue and they kissed, tasting and sharing the intimate secretion that was Gwen. Beth kissed harder, almost bruising the tender lips beneath hers'. Their tongues probed the depths of shared passion until the cream was swallowed.

"Delicious…" Beth rasped.

"Ohh…baby…"

"Hmm…can't wait to tie you up…you'll love it…" Gwen's soul stirred, she'd love anything Beth had in mind.

~To Be Continued~



Gwen and Her Mother in Law



I recently posted a story (see Vickie, The Baby and Me) with alternative endings and as I had predicted the feedback was both good and bad and the break down was pretty close to what I had predicted. - 9 got on me about grammar, structure, punctuation and the like. - 4 said, "You suck" or other words that meant the same thing. - 7 suggested other possible ends, but too me the big surprise was, - 26 loved the idea of alternative endings and they asked me to do it again.

So, in keeping with my desire to satisfy my public I have decided to give the poor misguided fools what they say they want. Once again I add the disclaimer: I write for my own enjoyment and then I offer to share. Whether you like the story or hate it know that I have satisfied my target audience - me!  That said, I give you

Gwen and Her Mother in Law

Gwen and I met in college. The meeting was not an auspicious one and anyone seeing it would never in a million years have suspected that one day we would be man and wife. It was in the college bookstore at the beginning of the spring term. The last item on my list was the Managerial Economics text. There was only one copy left on the shelf and as I was reaching for it some one else saw that it was the last copy and they lunged forward and tried to beat me to it. The person bumped into me and bounced off (at 6'4' and 220 I can be a bit immovable) and into a stack of textbooks. The person fell to the floor and the stack of books fell on top of the person. 

I looked down and saw an extremely good-looking redhead looking up at me and shooting daggers at me with her eyes. I took the book off the shelf, dropped it into my cart and then I offered the girl my hand. She swatted it away and said, "Stupid clumsy oaf" as she picked herself up off the floor. That torqued me off since it was her own behavior that had caused the problem in the first place so I responded with, "Dumb ignorant bitch" and then I headed for the check out stand.

Two days later the Managerial Economics class met for the first time and three or four minutes into the class someone rushed in, mumbled "Sorry I'm late" and headed for the only empty seat in the room which just happened to be right next to me. I looked over and saw that it was the redhead and she saw and recognized me at the same time. Her eyes flashed and she mouthed "Stupid oaf" and I mouthed "Dumb bitch" right back at her and then we proceeded to ignore each other.

Life being the perverse thing that it is the redhead (her name turned out to be Gwen) and I, along with two others, were assigned to work together on a class project. That meant time together after class or before class as the four of us worked on the project. By the fourth week of class Gwen and I were being civil to each other and by mid-term we were dating. By finals we were sharing a bed. Gwen went home over summer break and I stayed in Ann Arbor and worked for Jiffy Lube.

Three weeks after Gwen went home for the summer she called me and gave me the good news.

"I'm pregnant Brian. What are we going to do?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Oh no Brian, you can't just dump this on me."

"Sure I can. It is your body and you get to make the decisions where it is concerned. You have options. You can keep it, you can have it and put it up for adoption, or you can go the abortion route. It is your choice not mine. I, on the other hand, have no choice. I fathered the child so it is my responsibility. I need to marry you and give the child a name, but even there you have a choice. You can choose to marry me or not. All I can tell you is that you are not in this alone - I'm here for you whatever you decide."

In the end Gwen decided to keep the baby and I flew to Racine and we were married in a civil ceremony. A month later Gwen had a miscarriage and somehow, even though we stayed married nothing ever seemed right between us after that. You couldn't put a finger on it, we seemed to be a happily married couple, but there just seemed to be something that just wasn't right.

We both finished college and got on with life. I ended up in sales and Gwen went into advertising. Gwen and her family were estranged. They were religious people and Gwen getting pregnant before marriage drove them nuts so she didn't object when I said I wanted to settle in Michigan close to my family. We worked hard, saved our money, bought a house and lived the so-called middle class dream.

In a way it was good for Gwen because she hit it off with the women in my family and they got Gwen involved in all the family functions that seemed to delight the female side of my family. The women in my family had the market cornered on so-called 'suburban sales.' My mother sold lingerie and adult novelties and between my sisters and aunts they sold everything else. Amway, Avon, Tupperware, Mary Kaye; you name it and one of the women in my family sold it. In addition to selling Avon my sister Anne held wine-tasting parties and pushed a wine of the month club. My sister Mary had a tie with some clothing company and sold their line and my sister Joyce sold Tupperware.

Between all of them there was always a party or a demonstration going on and Gwen got drug along to most of them. I didn't much give it a second thought because I had been exposed to it since I was a little kid. It seemed like I was always being sent to bed early because mom or one of her sisters was throwing an Avon party or some such. In addition to all of that there were other family functions going on all the time as cousins, nieces and the like were having bridal showers, baby showers, bachelorette parties and birthday parties. Again, I thought nothing of it because that stuff had always been part of my life. It was like background noise that always had been there so you learned to tune it out.

One day my mother called me and asked me to meet her for lunch. We ordered and then she asked, "Is everything all right with you and Gwen?"

"I guess so. I don't have any reason to think otherwise. Why?"

"I'm just wondering if I'm going to be seeing grandbabies any time soon." 

"I don't know. It isn't anything that we've talked about. She was pretty down in the dumps after she lost the last one. She might not be ready to try again or for that matter she may not even want to try again."

"What about you, aren't you interested?"

"No, not really. If Gwen wants kids we will have kids and if she doesn't, we won't."

"You do know that your father is concerned about carrying on the family name don't you? Your sisters can give us plenty of grandbabies, but only you can produce a male heir."

"All I can say is that it is Gwen's body, not mine, and if she chooses not to use it to make babies that is her choice. Besides, even if she decides to have children there is no guarantee that she'll have a boy."

"Well, that may be, but for your father's piece of mind would you at least discuss it with Gwen?"

I did discuss it with Gwen and she told me that she was not ready to have another pregnancy and she didn't know when, or even if, she would ever want one. "How do you feel about it? Are you hot for a male heir?"

"No honey, my position hasn't changed. It is your body, not mine. Babies or no babies is strictly up to you."

"Well I don't want them now."

"Fine honey, no problem."

For the next three years every couple of months my mom would ask me if Gwen was ready to be a mother yet and all I could tell her was that I didn't know.

"Well damn it Brian, she's your wife and you should have some say in the matter."

"I do have a say in it mother and what I say is that it is her body, not mine. If she does not want to have children it is her choice."

One night at my Uncle Al's birthday party I had enough to drink to give me the 'dutch courage' I needed to talk to my father about the male heir situation.

"I don't give a rat's ass if the name gets carried on or not. It isn't like we are the offspring of kings. God knows there are already enough Smiths in the world. It is your mother who is all hot and bothered about carrying on the family name although for the life of me I can't figure out why. Granted, we have been here since the Revolutionary War, but so have a lot of other people. Your Uncle Wendell tried to do a family tree once and as near as he was able to determine your great great great great, well never mind that. I forget how many greats is there, but what he found is the beginning of our line was either born out of wedlock to an indentured servant girl or out of wedlock to a girl who worked in a Baltimore brothel and there hasn't been anyone of note in the line since then.

Then things started going bad between Gwen and me. My fault mostly because I couldn't, or wouldn't, tell my mother to leave Gwen the hell alone as far as babies were concerned. Gwen would come home and tell me about how my mother was hounding her to have babies and I didn't do anything about it; I just let it go in one ear and out the other. One night I finally got pissed, but at the wrong person and I yelled at Gwen instead of going after my mother.

"Just tell her you don't want any god damned babies for Christ's sake. Just fucking tell her that it your body not hers and that if she wants a male heir so fucking bad to have it her self. If you don't want to do that then just stop going to places where she will be. Just stay away from her."

Gwen did not take kindly to that and things got a bit frosty around our house for a couple of weeks.

Another six months went by and then one night Gwen came home and told me to sit down, that she had something to tell me. I just knew that it was going to be something about my mother again so I already had a scowl on my face when I sat down.

"I went to the doctor today. I'm pregnant."

"Oh honey, that's great news."

"No, it isn't, it is the worst news I could possibly get."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because the baby isn't yours Brian. Not only isn't it yours, it is probably going to be black."

For a minute I just sat there and stared at her and then I said, "Should I bother asking for an explanation or should I just throw your ass out?"

She got up and said, "I know you well enough Brian to know that you won't believe what I say so I'm not going to waste my time" and she started to walk out of the room.

"Damn it Gwen, you can't tell me what you just told me and then get up and walk away."

She turned back to me, "Okay Brian. Here it is. Your mother drugged me, got me gangbanged so I'd get pregnant, only she didn't stick around to see the total outcome. She left before one of the guys called a buddy and the buddy showed up with five black guys."

"You expect me to believe that shit?"

"No Brian, I already told you that I knew you wouldn't believe it. And since I'm on a roll now I'll tell you a few more things about your family that you won't believe. Things that should have been said long ago, but that I couldn't say because you wouldn't have believed me then either and all it would have done would have been to make our relationship even worse than it has been.

"Did you know that three out of every four lingerie and adult novelty parties that your mother has are held at stag parties and bachelor parties? Did you know that your mother and all your sisters model that sexy and mostly see-thru lingerie? And yes, before you ask I did it too. I let your mother talk me into it. Here is the real shocker Brian; did you know that lingerie isn't the only thing that your mother and sisters sell at those parties? I didn't even find out about that part until a couple of months ago and when I did find out I told your mother that I wasn't going to do any more lingerie parties with her and your sisters.

"Your mother panicked; she was afraid I'd blow the whistle on what they were doing and so she got the bright idea of getting me gang fucked. She figured that I'd keep quiet to keep you from finding out. She even set me up to get pregnant thinking that I would let you think it was yours if it happened. Well, she was half-right. I never would have told you about the gangbang but no way I'm going to stick you with a kid that isn't yours."

"Back up there Gwen. What did you mean when you said that lingerie wasn't all that was sold at those parties?"

"You really want to know?"

"Damned right I do. If you are going to accuse members of my family of shit I want to hear you say what they did."

"Okay Brian, you got it. Joyce gives blow jobs for a hundred bucks a pop. Mary gets a hundred for a straight fuck and two fifty for a double penetration. Your mother's specialty is anal sex, but I don't know how much she gets for it."

"Have you lost your mind Gwen. You think that giving the women in my family a black eye will detract attention from your cheating ass?"

"Obviously it won't detract you Brian, but then I said at the start that you wouldn't believe me."

She turned and left the room and I just sat there shaking my head and thinking just how stupid did she think I was. I got my answer real quick - stupid enough not to know that she was fucking around on me behind my back. Then I had a thought and I got up and followed Gwen to our bedroom. She was cleaning out drawers and piling stuff on the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting my stuff out so I can pack."

"Why? We need to talk about this Gwen."

"I did, but according to you I'm a liar."

"One question. How can you be sure that it isn't my kid?"

"Because I always wear my diaphragm when we make love. I still hadn't made up my mind as to whether or not I wanted to have children. I suppose that the baby could be yours because diaphragms aren't one hundred percent guaranteed any more than condoms are, but what are the odds Brian? The doctor set the time of conception give or take a couple of days and I didn't make love to you for a week after the gangbang. So, what are the odds that the diaphragm that worked just fine for the last two years would fail in the few days prior to the gangbang? A million to one? I wasn't wearing my diaphragm that night when it happened."

"Why not?"

"Ask your mother and your sister Joyce."

"Why should I ask them?"

"Just go away Brian. I'll be out of here before the sun sets tomorrow. Until then just go away and leave me alone."

"I still don't understand why you are packing. We haven't talked this out yet."

"What are you Brian, fucking brain dead? I'm knocked up with a kid that isn't yours and you don't believe me when I tell you what happened. I will not live with a man who thinks I lie and who just knows in his heart that I cheated on him. I won't live with a man who doesn't trust me. Just think about this. I could have kept my mouth shut until the baby was born and if it was white I could have stuck you with it, but I didn't. Now get out of here and leave me alone."

True to her word she was gone the next day when I got home from work. She never said where she was going or what she was going to do, she just left.

"Good riddance is all I can say" was my mothers response to Gwen's leaving. "I never liked her. I knew she was cheating on you and that was the real reason she wouldn't give you a baby. She was afraid that it wouldn't look anything like you."

"You knew she was cheating on me? And you never told me?"

"What would have been the point? You loved her so you probably wouldn't have believed me anyway and all it would have done was to mess up our relationship. I mean I knew, but I didn't have any proof."

"How could you have known and not have proof?"

"It's a woman thing dear. We just know about things like that."

Five months after Gwen left I was served with divorce papers. I tossed them in the trash and didn't bother to contest it. Two weeks later I came home from work and found a package waiting for me. I opened it and found videotape with a note taped to it. The note said:

"I've known you for years and never realized you were a shit head. You did not do right by your wife and you let her get away. I've been out of the country for six months or I would have given this to you sooner. You aren't going to like what you see and for more reasons than just one. I swiped this tape from the guy who made it and made a copy before putting it back. They laced that poor girls drinks with a mixture of Super K and Ecstasy. She never had a chance. I'm not signing this because I don't want a piece of paper like this around with my name on it, but if you think on it you can figure it out."

The tape was most definitely an eye opener, at least where my family was concerned. It started out innocently enough with my mother, sisters and Gwen modeling lingerie for maybe twenty guys. There was a lot of whistling and shouts of "take it off, take it off" but all the women did, at least for the first twenty minutes or so was model the lingerie. I saw men handing the women drinks. Twice near the beginning of the six-hour tape I saw Gwen dump hers out. 

Then it got raunchy. Joyce was in the middle of the room modeling a bra, panty and teddy set and some guy hollered at her and she stuck out her hand. He got up and went to her and handed her a bill. She tucked the bill in her waistband and then took off the teddy and the bra. That opened the floodgates and money was being handed out and clothes were coming off and soon all the women were naked - except for Gwen. Guys kept pushing money at her and she kept shaking her head no. She did take the drinks that they kept handing her.

You want a shock to your system? Watch your forty-eight year old mother give lap dances while wearing only a pair of high heels. And then watch your sisters do the same dressed the same way. Joyce was the first to give it up. I saw a guy hand her some money and she took it, walked him over to a chair, sat him down, knelt down in front of him and started to suck his cock. Annie was next. Two guys picked her up and laid her down on a table and started fucking her. The camera panned the room and I saw Mary on her knees on a table while one guy fucked her from behind and another fed cock into her mouth. My mother was on her knees with her head on a rolled up and her ass stuck up in the air for the guy who was fucking it and a line was forming behind him of guys waiting their turn. 

The camera kept panning the action and several times it picked up Gwen, dressed in her street clothes, holding a drink and looking nervous. I watched my mother and sisters perform sexual acts that I'd never even thought about and I would be lying if I said that I didn't get turned on. I actually had my cock in my hand and was stroking it as I watched Anne take on three guys at once. I wondered if her husband knew what she did. For that matter, did Mary's husband and Joyce's fianc‚e know? And what about my dad. Did he have any idea what my mother was doing? 

Suddenly the camera broke away from a shot of Mary taking a cock in her ass while she sucked on another one and moved to show three men walking Gwen to a table. She was obviously out of it. Two men held her up while the third undressed her and then they pushed her back on the table and the guys started lining up on her. The camera stayed on her while four guys took a turn. She just laid there like a blow up sex doll and the camera finally moved away from Gwen and panned over to Joyce. She was taking on three men, one in each hole. Then it moved to my mother who was being worked over by two. 

Do you have any idea how weird it can be to watch your own mother take on two guys and listen to her beg for them to fuck her harder, push it in deeper and to make her cum? I guess it makes me a weirdo when I have to admit that she looked pretty damn good and that I had my cock in my had and was whipping it pretty hard while I watched. The man in her mouth finished and another man stepped up and she waved him away and told him she had something to do first and that she'd get back to him. To the guys pushing into her from behind she said, "Hurry baby, cum in me, do it for me baby, come on." 




Gwen and Her Mother in Law



When he finished and pulled out she got up and went over to Joyce who had just finished off the guy she was working on and then the two of them walked over to where Gwen was being gangbanged. They stood and watched until the man fucking her had cum and when he pulled out my mother held Gwen's legs open while Joyce pulled out her diaphragm. 

"I'll get this bitch pregnant whether she wants it or not." 

"But it won't be Brian's" Joyce said. 

"Doesn't matter, he won't know. He'll think its his." 

"What if it's a girl?" 

"Then I'll breed the bitch again and keep on breeding her until she gives us a boy." 

"What if she tells Brian?" 

"No way she'll tell him about this and even if she did do you think he would believe it? His own mother?" 

Joyce and my mother walked away and another man mounted Gwen. For the next hour the camera bounced around from woman to woman and by the end of that hour Gwen was coming out from under the influence of whatever they had put in her drinks and while her mind might not have been in it her body sure was. She started clutching and grabbing at the men who fucked her, trying to pull them closer. Anne and Mary got dressed and left and shortly after that my mother got ready to leave. 

"She that she gets home" she said to Joyce and then she left. 

With the departure of the three women all the men moved to the remaining two and after half an hour Joyce told them that she had had enough and she started getting dressed. Now all the men concentrated on Gwen and I watched and listened as she was used in all three holes and as she begged for it. The camera cut away from Gwen being triple dicked and moved to show five young black men coming into the room. They walked over to where Gwen was being fucked and one of the blacks said to the guy who had his cock in Gwen's mouth, "Thanks for the call man. I ain't never had me no white pussy before" and then he and the other four blacks began taking off their pants. Joyce ran over and told them that they couldn't fuck Gwen and to stay away from her. The five men ignored her and when she tried to physically push them away two grabbed her, took her over to the door and pushed her outside.

Once again my reaction isn't what it should have been. I got turned on by the black on white as the man sank his cock into Gwen. Then the other four had her and when they were done one of them took out a cell phone and made a call. 

"Yeah man, a white chick and she's laying here begging for cock." 

By the time the tape ended Gwen had been repeatedly fucked by twenty-two men - seven of them black. I don't know if any more blacks showed up and fucked her because the tape ran out.

I ran an emotional roller coaster during that tape. I lusted after my mother and sisters as I saw them in all their sexual glory. I hated my mother and Joyce when I saw them remove Gwen's diaphragm. I wanted to kill the assholes who took advantage of Gwen and yet I beat myself raw watching them do it.

When it was over and I sat there staring at the blue screen I wondered who my mother really hated and why. Did she hate Gwen so much that she could do to Gwen what she did, or was it me she hated - hated enough to saddle me with a kid that she knew wouldn't be mine.

Every thing that Gwen had told me was true and I hadn't believed a word of it, but in my defense who would have believed that of their own mother and sisters? The worst of it was that Gwen was gone. I had no idea where she was or if she would even acknowledge my existence if I found her.

I tried to track Gwen down, but had no luck at all. I checked with her old employer to see if they might know where she went when she resigned. They either didn't know or they weren't going to tell me. I called her parents and got her dad on the phone and he hung up on me as soon as he realized that it was me. I waited a day and then called when I figured that he would be at work and I got her mother. For a religious person she sure knew some pretty ripe language and after sending a lot of it my way she told me not to call back and hung up. I called Gwen's sister Ilene and got her answering machine. I left a message, but she didn't return it. After six tries I finally accepted the fact that she wasn't going to. The best I could hope for is that word would get back to Gwen that I was trying to get in touch and that she would call me to find out what I wanted.

Another year went by and then one day I got a letter from Gwen. There was no return address, but the letter was postmarked San Francisco. There was a letter and some other papers in the envelope and the letter showed me that I would be wasting my time trying to talk to Gwen:

"When I missed my period I took a pregnancy self-test and it showed positive. I knew then that I would have to tell you about "that night" if the doctor confirmed the self-test and I knew what your response was going to be and I knew that we wouldn't be together when the baby came.

"I have an intense curiosity and it killed me that I would never know who the baby's father was. If the baby was black the question would be moot, but what if the baby was white? If it was white I would spend the rest of my life wondering if it just might have been yours instead of that of some anonymous sperm donor.

"We made love three times between the self-test and the doctors visit and one of those times I collected a sperm sample and took it to a lab for a DNA test. I told them a half truth, that I was married and having an affair and that I wanted to know for sure who the baby's father was. They typed the sample and kept it on file. When little Mark was born I had his DNA checked against the sample on file. Guess what? Remember that million to one shot I mentioned? You are a daddy.

I've enclosed copies of the original test and Mark's DNA match so you can see for yourself. He's yours Brian, but you will never see him. Make sure that your mother knows that she finally has a grandson, but that she will never see him either. Under "father" on the birth certificate I put unknown and I gave him a made up last name to make sure that your mother knows that Mark will not continue her precious family name. I'm praying to God nightly that if you ever do remarry your wife will give you nothing but girls"

She didn't even bother to sign it.

One year later I got another from Gwen. This one post marked Denver. It was short and to the point:

"I've enclosed a picture of Mark. If, even after reading the DNA reports, you don't believe it is possible that Mark can be yours just get some of your baby pictures from your mother and compare them. You could be twins. Eat your heart out."

She didn't bother to sign that one either.

I did take the pictures over to my parent's house and when my mother saw the picture of Mark her hand flew to her mouth and she gave out a cry and ran from the room. She was back a few minutes later with a photo album. It was true; Mark and I could have been twins.

"You have to find her Brian, you have to. That's my grandson she is keeping from me."

"I'll try ma, I'll try" but I had already taken my best shot and come up empty.

Another year went by and I received another picture of Mark, this time from St. Louis. There was no letter, just a short note on the back of the photo, "Eat your heart out." I was staring at the photo of Mark when the penny dropped. The first one from San Francisco, the second one from Denver and the third one from St. Louis. Gwen's sister Ilene was a flight attendant - she was mailing Gwen's letters on her trips!

It was hideously expensive, but the private detective I hired found Gwen.

Ending A

She was cool and calm when she answered the door. "What do you want?"

"To talk to you and to see my son."

"How did you find me?"

"I had a private detective follow Ilene until she led him to you."

"Well you wasted a trip Brian. We have nothing to say to each other and you can't see your son because you don't have one. I lost this baby to a miscarriage too."

"But I've seen the pictures."

"What you saw was your baby pictures reworked on the computer using PhotoShop."

"You really hate me that much that you would go to all that trouble?"

"Yes Brian, I do. And I'm sorry that you found me because I had planned on sending you a picture a year for the next twenty years. I'll never forget that you loved me so much that it only took you a tenth of a second to call me a liar and accept the idea that I cheated on you."

"Some one videotaped that night and they sent me a copy. I know now that you told me the truth."

"So? If you will excuse me I have a date tonight and I need to start getting ready."

She started to close the door and I put my hand against it to hold it open. "What about the DNA evidence?"

"I made that up to Brian. You can do all sorts of things on computers these days if you have the right programs. Now please leave before I call the police."

As he walked down the sidewalk Gwen smiled. Revenge can be so sweet. Her sister Ilene came into the room, "Is he gone?"

"Yes, and thank God you were here to keep Mark quiet."

"He slept through the whole thing. Are you ever going to let him know?"

"Not ever Ilene, not ever."



Ending B

She was cool and calm when she answered the door. "What do you want?"

"To talk to you and to see my son."

"How did you find me?"

"I had a private detective follow Ilene until she led him to you. She should have mailed all your letters from the same city. Once I connected the fact that she was a flight attendant and the letters came from three different cities it was just a matter of time."

"Well you wasted your money and your time Brian. We have nothing to say to each other and you can't see your son because you don't have one."

"But I've seen the pictures."

"What you saw were some of your baby pictures reworked on the computer using PhotoShop."

"You really hate me that much that you would go to that much trouble?"

"Yes Brian, I do, and I'm sorry that you found me because I planned on sending you a picture a year for the next twenty years. I'll never forget that you loved me so much that it took you all of a tenth of a second to call me a liar and accept the idea that I cheated on you."

"What about the baby?"

"I had it and it isn't yours."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Frankly I don't give a rats ass what you believe."

"Well I'm not leaving until I see the kid with my own eyes."

"Okay, follow me."

Gwen led me into her kitchen and pointed outside. I looked out the window and saw a black kid of about two pulling on the tail of a small dog. Gwen opened the window and yelled out, "Mark, what have I told you about pulling on the dog?"

She turned to me, and shook her head, "Kids, you can't take your eyes off them for a minute. Now will you get the hell out of my life so I can get back to my child?"

"Listen Gwen, we nee..."

"The time for talk is long gone Brian, get out."

"Gwen, I know the truth. Some one videotaped the whole thing and I saw a copy. I know what my mother and Joyce did."

"Well whoopee doo Brian. I already knew what they had done last time we talked. I'm just so overjoyed that two years later you have decided that I didn't lie. Get out Brian, get out before I call the police."

As he walked down the walk Gwen smiled, revenge can be so sweet. Her sister Ilene came into the room, "Is he gone?"

"Yes, and thank God you were here to keep Mark quiet."

"He slept through the whole thing. Are you ever going to let him know?"

"Not ever Ilene, not ever."

"What time is Mrs. Johnson going to pick up Mike?"

"She said she would be her around five. Which reminds me, I need to get back to him before he drives the dog crazy."



Ending C

She was cool and calm when she answered the door. "What do you want?"  

"To talk to you and to see my son."  "We have nothing to talk about Brian and you can't see your son because you don't have one."

"What about the pictures you have been sending me?"

"Some of your baby pictures that I reworked on the computer using PhotoShop."

"The DNA evidence?"

"Also done on the computer. You can do some amazing stuff if you have the right programs."

"Any idea at all on who the baby's father was?"

"No. I loss this one to a miscarriage too.

"I'm sorry. But we do have some things to talk about. May I come in?"

"No Brian, please just go away and leave me alone."

"All right. But first I want you to watch this" and I handed her a copy of the tape of her gangbang. "I'm staying at the Jefferson, room 312 and I'll be there until noon tomorrow. Call me if you change your mind about talking to me."

The next morning the phone rang and I looked over at the bedside clock and saw that it was seven-ten in the morning. It was Gwen.

"Just what is it that you want to talk about Brian?"

"I want to talk about what we are going to do about it."

"We? I already did it Brian. I walked away and then I planted a seed that will grow in your mother's mind until the day she dies. You can go back and tell her there is no baby, but I know that scheming bitch now. I know that she'll never believe that there isn't a baby. She will go to her grave just knowing that I'm keeping her from seeing him."

"That might be enough for you Gwen, but it isn't enough for me. My own mother drove the only woman I ever loved away from me. I want to drive a stake through her heart, but for what I want to do I need your help."

"Why should I help you Brian. You turned your back on me when I needed you most."

"Get real Gwen. Put yourself in my place. Suppose I had come to you with something bad. Let's say that one morning you picked up the paper and saw me on the front page being led naked from a motel room and the headlines screamed "House of Prostitution Raided" and suppose I came to you and told you that your father got me drunk, took me there and paid for the hooker so we could do some male bonding. You would have laughed in my face and thrown me out of the house. Preposterous you would have said, but would that have been any more preposterous than what you told me? That my mother drugged you and got you gangbanged?"

She was silent and then she said, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to find a boy that would have been about the same age as our son and I want to have a picture of the three of us taken."

It was a scorched earth, take no prisoners, burn your bridges move on my part and the only one who was going to get hurt that I didn't want to hurt was my dad. He didn't deserve what was coming, but I convinced myself that he would better off when it was over.

On a bright sunny Monday afternoon, special messengers delivered a copy of the gangbang tape to my father, Anne and Mary's husbands where they worked and to Joyce's fianc‚e at the gym where he worked out every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.  I almost backed away from sending copies to Anne and Mary's husbands because after all, it was my mother and Joyce who did the deed. But then I thought about it. They knew what was going to happen and they did nothing to try and stop it so fuck them.

That night I stopped by my parent's house and walked in to find mom and dad in the middle of a screaming match and I stood looking at my mother for almost a minute before taking a tape out of my pocket.

"I hate to do this to you dad, but this came in the mail today and I think you need to see it."

I went to hand it to him and he said, "I don't need it. I got my own copy in the mail today."

"Then you know."

"Unfortunately I do."

I turned to my mother and said, "This should go without saying, but since I want things to be perfectly clear I'm going to say it anyway. I don't ever want to see you or hear from you again."

It turned out that Anne's husband knew all about what she was doing and in fact, he encouraged her. He was one of those guys who got off on his wife fucking other men. 

Mary wasn't lucky enough to have a husband like that and she came home from work on Tuesday and found all of her stuff piled in the driveway and the locks on the house changed.

Joyce's fianc‚e walked into the office were she worked and when she stood up and walked around her desk to give him a hug and a kiss he grabbed her left hand and almost ripped a finger off as her pulled his engagement ring off her.

The biggest surprise was my dad. I expected that he would quietly divorce mom and then get on with his life, but there wasn't anything quiet about what he did. He made copies of the tape and flooded the town with them. Her garden club, all the civic organizations she belonged to got a copy, he left a copy in the mailboxes of all their neighbors and every friend he could think of and all the relatives on her side of the family got a copy and then he tossed her out of the house and divorced her.

Is there a happy ending in here some where? I don't know, it is too soon to tell. I arrived at Gwen's for the last piece of my revenge - a picture of Gwen, the borrowed boy and me - and I found her ready and waiting. She was fusing over the little boy and trying to make him smile for the picture that I was going to send my mother along with a short note - "I found them." I would have Ilene mail it from San Francisco.

"How much time do we have?"

"For what?"

"I want to take several pictures from several different angles to make sure that I get the one that will crank her the most. When do we have to get him home?"

Gwen looked at me for a very long moment and then she picked him up and kissed him on the cheek, "He is home, aren't you Mark."