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Laid

By: Eagle1



A quick story...

"I'll let you fuck my girlfriend for forty bucks," he said to me drunkenly, "Throw in another twenty and you can have her without a condom."

"My wallet's in my pants dude," I said, motioning to where my jeans lay in a heap on the floor.

He walked over to them, took the wallet out of my back pocket, and took out three twenties.

Once I knew he'd put the wallet back, I turned my attention back to his freshly fucked girlfriend lying on the bed. She seemed oblivious to the fact that I was standing over her, so I grabbed her roughly by the ankles and I pulled her to the edge of the bed, her naked pussy in line with my cock.

Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I pushed the head of my nearly ten inch shaft into the soft folds of her warm moist pussy. Her ass rose up to greet me, as I sank those first few inches slowly inside her. I thought that she was extra damp, even if her hole still felt snug around me.

It was a Saturday night like any other and I'd just been looking to get laid since I'd rolled out of my bed in the frat house that morning. I was bored with the usual scene and wanted to get stoned and boned. From the party we'd had the night before hanging around with my own frat brothers was not the way to go. They were all still recovering or, like me, had gone to look for a hook-up for the night.

I'd found my way to a party happening further down Greek row: at one of the many neighboring frats. Boning one of their girls would be the cherry on the top of the sundae, metaphorically speaking of course.

Even so, I'd never thought this frat would whore its women out; never expected this frat daddy to pimp her off on me like this. Now I was going to show him how a real man fucked a woman.

The dude's girl had just given me a fine sucking when I'd walked in on them screwing a few minutes ago. But I hadn't cum yet, and now I was ready for the fucking part.

I began to stroke in and out of her tight pussy, her juices covering my cock. I had to alternate between playing with her tits, and pulling her back down the bed as my ever more powerful thrusting pushed her further away from me on the rough sheets.

And I had to squat just to bring my six foot, three inch frame down far enough to enter her comfortably. Her legs fell from my shoulders and wrapped around my waist, as my cock continued its onslaught of her shaven cunt.

Sometimes in my excitement I pulled back too far and my dick popped out of her. I would have to stop and slowly penetrate her thick lips again with my thicker dick, feeling her flesh wrapped around me again and again.

After a few minutes I leaned over her, my arms resting on either side of her head. I pulled out and she moaned her disappointment, but as I lay down next to her on the bed, I offered her a different option. She straddled me and sat in my lap as she gazed straight into my eyes. My cock was wedged in front of, but not in, her warm pussy. She had my rod trapped, and with it sandwiched there, she began to get herself off on me. She was dry humping me. Rubbing against my shaft, but doing nothing more. She rotated her hips downwards to rub her clit against my rod, gyrating in my lap as I stared into her eyes and felt the hard tips of her erect breasts pushing into my chest. Faster and faster she moved in my lap, and I could hear her panting speed up in urgency. She was whimpering now, her eyes closed and her teeth clenched as she neared her orgasm, and with a deafening scream into my ear she let loose, coating my lap with her orgasmic fluids. She hollered out as she shuddered in my lap, vibrating in my arms as I absently wrapped them around her frame.

After a minute, she relaxed, then leaned forwards and kissed me on the nose.

"I think that's enough teasing for you," she said.

I couldn't agree more.

My boner was now quite painful, my whole body attuned and geared towards getting myself off. Lifting her hips, I redirected my cock and placed it into her folds. Then forcefully, violently, I yanked her down onto me, penetrating her fully in one go. With her heels for leverage we fucked energetically, driving at each other with wild abandon. I was grunting my climax as I came hard. I slammed her hips down onto me one last time and held her there as I erupted; bellowing loud enough that I'm sure the whole frat house could hear us.

Spent, I had just enough energy to lift her up and lay her gently across the bed, my juices oozing slightly out of her pussy. I crawled atop her, face to face, supporting my weight on my elbows instead of crushing her. For a moment, we said nothing, and I closed my eyes as we tenderly kissed. I felt the electric connection between us buzzing in my head, sparks of pleasure bursting from my brain and passing into her by way of our locked lips. I cradled her head in my arms as my hands stroked her head, my fingers combing through her hair.

And then our little quiet platonic moment was broken when I felt her hand on my semi-hard shaft, her fingers delicately tickling it as I felt the blood rush out of my head to ready my body for another go. Without a word, she looked at me sweetly and her hand changed into a pistoning motion as I felt full rigidity return more fully to my rod.

I gently kissed my way down her chest, of course paying special attention to her upturned breasts, nibbling and pecking in a light path down to her hips. She sighed with pleasure and giggled whenever my touch tickled her. My lips brushed in and past her navel, down to her neatly trimmed bush. But at the last moment, when the logical path would have taken me to her now engorged clit, I veered left and continued down her leg.

I found her pussy lips and eased my tongue inside her, diving as far as it would go before running it back out along the roof. My tongue gathered her nectar, pleasuring her at the same time. Meanwhile, I slid my strong hands underneath her soft ass, holding her pussy to my face as I ate her out. At the same time her small hand reached down her body and gently held the back of my head in place, encouraging me to continue. 

Squeezing her ass cheeks, I slid my tongue up her slit to her clitoris, licking over it lightly. I sucked the tiny button into my mouth, holding it between my lips. And I ran my tongue rapidly back and forth over it, a lightening bolt of excitement surging through as her writhing pussy was in my face. 

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned, cumming.

Her hand was holding my head violently against her pussy as she rubbed it in my face. Finally, she calmed down, and she was left lying before me, chest heaving as she gasped for breath. She released my head, and I kissed her pussy one last time before rising. 

She watched me crawl up the bed towards her, rock hard cock waving back and forth. My lips were on hers. My rod rested against her pussy, and she began to grind her crotch upwards as we kissed. 

Our lips were smacking loudly, and she was breathing heavily into my mouth as she rubbed herself harder against my shaft. I could feel just how wet she was, the length of my dick could feel her sopping wet lips as they rubbed against each other. She slid her feet up the bed, opening herself up even wider for me, until both feet were flat on either side of my waist. I broke the kiss, raising myself up on my arms. Looking into her eyes, I reached down between us, and grabbed my cock.

She was gasping for breath, her eyes trailing down my body until they locked on my boner. 

I slowly ran my swollen head down the pink lips of her cunt, feeling the heat that had built up there. At the hottest, wettest point, I knew I had found her entrance again. I pushed forward and her hungry pussy slowly opened for my mushroom head, accepting me. I eased partway into her, the top portion of my dick completely gripped by her warm tunnel. She closed her eyes. I embraced the feeling. I pulled back a little, and then pushed forward once more. This time with my nearly ten inches of dick slipped into the entirety of her needy hole. She moaned again, head arching back, eyebrows raised as my dick entered her all the way.

She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself up to me, her lips finding mine as I kept myself inside her. She kissed me passionately as I began to slide my pole in and out of her. She moaned as we kissed, my long cock sliding in and out of her needy cunt. Pleasure flowed up my body as she wrapped her legs around me, holding me close. 

I began to fuck her a little harder, and her feet began to bounce off my ass as my dick thrust into her over and over. 

I could feel her heart pounding. She broke the kiss, unable to contain her cries any longer. My cock felt so amazing sliding in and out of her pussy like that. I pistoned in and out of her even faster sensing that she was well on her way. 

She let out a long, high pitched cry, cumming. The inner walls of her cunt began to squeeze and release my driving cock, so intense was her orgasm. She tried desperately to breathe, to regain control as I continued to jack hammer into her needy pussy. Finally, the intensity of the orgasm subsided, though the wonderful feeling continued.

I was losing it, however. This woman felt so incredible in bed, and she moved so well I couldn't take much more of it. I slammed in and out of her as hard as I possibly could, groaning all the time, well on my way. She moaned, and I loved every second of my thick meat ramming into her with abandon. 

I pulled my rock hard cock out of her vagina, gripping it tightly in my hand. I moaned as my cock spasmed. A thick, long stream of cum fired powerfully out the end of my dick, splattering across her tits and waist. 

Her legs were spread wide around me as my penis jerked again, shooting another long stream of cum across the creamy white skin of her stomach. My next shot died down a little, trickling out, and onto the pink patch of flesh that was her pussy, where I used my cock to rub my juice into the folds of her pussy. 

Finally, having gotten what I came for, I stood up, got dressed and left her and her boyfriend alone in the room.

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Copyright © 2006, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. May be reprinted without permission of author in materials distributed free of charge or on websites where there is no fee charged for access, provided this copyright notice is attached. 

Laid Aloft



Alison, a respectable lady returning to her office, somehow agrees to let two technicians show her the breathtaking views from the top of the building's communication tower. It isn't until she gets trapped between both hard hats on a narrow stairwell that she finds out she's the one providing the views. Breathtaking views though, that's true enough, especially when the guy down below begins taking an uninvited self guided tour. But since Alison can't go back down she's got no choice but to keep going up. 

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I suppose I should feel rather guilty about what happened, but I don't. After all, I didn't set out to do anything wrong, only something out of my usual routine, and even that was a spur of the moment decision. I've wanted to tell somebody about it for a long time and now I've moved to a different city I've finally decided it's safe to write it down. I guess all I have to say to set the scene is that at the time I was a long married department manager for a big insurance company. My husband and I had our ups and downs but we got along as well as most couples do. A boring life mostly, I guess, until this particular day.

It all started when I came back to work from lunch. When I entered the lift two young men came into it with me. What was odd was that they were wearing hard hats and tool belts, which is not a common sight in a building with forty floors of offices. I hadn't noticed any renovation work being carried out anywhere so I wondered what they were doing.

One of them, a slim dark guy in his twenties, spoke to me about the weather, about how hot it was down in the streets. I agreed it was a unpleasant day and he said it was glorious where they were working, high up in the fresh air and with a fantastic view of the city; he said the pair of them were installing a new microwave dish on top of the communications tower on the roof of the building. I commented that they were probably working in the best place on such a day. The guy I was talking to was Tony -- or at least that was the name stenciled on his helmet.

The other guy had 'MARCO' lettered on his hard hat, and he was blue eyed and stocky, with muscular arms and shoulders like a weight lifter. He made a light hearted suggestion that I should come up to the top of the tower with them and see a view of the city that I'd probably never get a chance to see again.

Just then the elevator stopped at my floor and I replied that it might be fun but I had to get back to work. Tony glanced down at my ID badge, kind of sneered, then said: "No way, Marco, Ms (name deleted ) has to go and type up all the letters for her boss, or she'll be in big trouble."

I assumed he didn't know that the purple edge around my badge meant that I was a department manager. Afterwards, I found out he did know and it was all part of the trap. At the time though, I thought he really believed that I was just a middle aged, middle grade secretary at everybody's beck and call -- and that assumption angered me, exactly as it was meant to. So I pushed the button to close the doors again without getting out.

"I don't type letters for anybody and all the men who work for me are well enough trained to get by on their own -- for a while, anyway. I'll come up and take in the view for a few minutes."

Tony and Marco grinned at me and stepped aside deferentially when the elevator reached the top floor. Marco then led the way up two flights of an iron staircase to a door that he unlocked and opened.

"This is as high as the building goes -- the rest of the way is up the tower," he told me as if it were some kind of a challenge.

As soon as I stepped through the door onto the roof I knew I'd made a mistake. I've never been very fond of heights and I even hate looking out of my office window only halfway up the office block. Now we were so far above the city skyline that I felt a genuine touch of vertigo. But what was far worse was the communication tower itself. As high as we were already, it seemed to rear up into the sky above us like the Eiffel Tower. Even more disturbing to me was that the thin aluminum cladding around it seemed to be shifting and creaking even in the light wind which was blowing.

I couldn't believe my legs were actually carrying me towards it, even with Tony's arm pressing lightly around my back to coax me on. I wanted nothing more than to turn around and go back. Marco had already relocked the staircase door behind us though, and I would have felt very foolish if I had to ask him to open it again because I wanted to run away. It was the price I was paying for all my boasting about being an executive.

That was the real reason I was going with them, not because I wanted to see anything, but because I'd been talked down to as a female nonentity. Being patronized by arrogant males always makes me bristle up and determined to prove them wrong. A pair of young chauvinists had challenged me and I'd responded. It never crossed my mind that such good looking studs could have any serious intention of making a pass at an older woman like myself. Maybe I should have remembered that Nicholas Chauvin got his name in the dictionaries for adoring Napoleon: especially Napoleon's skill in making quick and easy conquests.

"You'll love this, you'll be the queen of the town today," Marco encouraged me as he went past and entered the tower first with Tony still following me. Innocent as I still was, I was soon to find out why I was positioned in the middle.

Inside was a very narrow and steep staircase which spiraled around the inside of the tower, with steel mesh on the inner side of the stairwell to stop anybody from falling off the steps. It seemed a pretty insubstantial protection to me though, especially when I looked upwards and saw the huge hole that was the center of the tower.

"We have to keep this clear so we can hoist up the communication dishes," Tony explained. "Some of them are ten feet across. It's an easy climb up though."

It certainly didn't seem too easy to me. I was puzzled by circular bands of light inside the tower, three or four of them and each one about a dozen steps up from the next. It looked as if there were large gaps all around the tower, each one at least big enough to put my head through. I asked Tony about them and he said the gaps were to relieve the wind pressure against the tower when gales were blowing.

Well, there certainly wasn't any gale just then but even so I was very uneasy about the situation. I did manage the first two spirals of steps though, hard work as it was. I'd never climbed anything like them before except in Warwick Castle in England. The guide there had explained that the castle steps were designed to be difficult, so that a right handed swordsman could hold the staircase against a mass of enemies -- they could only come up one at a time, each attacker clambering up the steep steps and only able to fight with his sword in his left hand.

I was no heroic swordsman though, and when I looked out through the first gap I really thought I might faint. Even the roof of the building below us seemed a long way down, but past that were stomach churning drops into concrete canyons with cars scurrying around at the bottom of them like multi-colored ants. One thing was for sure, there was no way I was going on up to the top. Just this once I'd let the men have an easy victory.

When I stopped Tony asked me what I was doing and I told him I couldn't go on, so we'd have to go back down. But he refused, he said it was too dangerous to turn around on the steps. Then he put both of his hands on my bottom and rubbed them over me.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I demanded.

"Just trying to persuade you to keep moving, lady. What's your first name, anyway?"

"It's Alison, and please stop doing that."

"Sure, as soon as you start climbing again."

I wasn't going to do any more climbing. All of a sudden the situation had totally changed because it was obvious now what Tony had in mind. He was also wasting his time because I was a married woman. Which isn't to say that if I'm away on my own somewhere and an attractive man wants to wine and dine me he might not go away unrewarded. But on a windy, swaying staircase with two guys in the middle of a working day? Forget it.

It was an effort, but I managed to turn around in the tight space. Then I found out that I'd only made things worse, because now I was teetering on the narrow step on my elevated heels. I had to press the palms of my hands outwards against the side of the tower and the steel mesh to stop from toppling forward. At the same time Tony went back down a few steps and I thought he was making way for me. Until he stopped with his head below my waist, reached up and began tickling the backs of my knees.

What a ridiculous situation. The entrance door at the bottom of the steps was only a short walk down yet there was no way I could get past Tony. I couldn't even move my hands without risking falling over, which that was very likely to happen because I've always been noisily susceptible to being tickled. In a few seconds Tony had me in a state where I was writhing around uncontrollably, cursing him with one breath and begging him to stop with the next.

For a while he only smiled, looking even younger than before. Then his face turned more serious and instead of tickling behind my knees he started gently kneading the soft flesh there. Little electric shocks began shooting up and down my spine, just as Marco bent over from behind me and started rubbing my earlobes with his finger tips.

"Come on, guys, I can't stay here all day playing games with you two," I protested. "You've had your joke, now please let me get back down again. I've got to get back to work."

Tony's response was to slide his hands higher, lifting the hem of my skirt on his wrists: "I've got no problem at all with the way things are right now."

"I've got to get back to work," I repeated.

"OK," Marcus said. "But it's those shoes that are the problem. They make it dangerous for you. Take them off, Tony."

Tony did just that -- partially. He went down another two steps, lifted up my right foot and removed my shoe. Afterwards he knelt down again on the steps, though lower down again, and started nibbling on my toes through my panty hose and running his fingers underneath the sole of my foot. And, being totally off balance by now, there was nothing at all I could do when Marco slid his hands over my shoulders until they were resting on the front of my blouse just above my bra cups.

"You know something, lady, I'd love to squeeze your tits, just for luck. How about it?" I could feel his breath fluttering against the short hairs on the nape of my neck and goose bumps rising all over my back.

"No way! Let me go now or you'll be in real trouble."

"Tickle her again, Tony."

Tony did, underneath my foot, which is by far and away my most sensitive area for that kind of stimulation. I shrieked in despair and the only reason I didn't fall off the step was because a pair of hands that felt like power tools had suddenly taken a death lock grip on my nipples. What the guys were doing to me between them was producing a mixture of sensations which was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. When they finally let go of me I was twitching around and gasping like a stranded fish.

Being honest, I have to admit I was also starting to have some pretty exciting ideas of my own, although at least I tried to pretend otherwise: "Stop it . . . stop it!" I told them.

I might have protested more if I'd had the breath to spare -- maybe.

Marco's response was to stroke my breasts again, his fingers widely outstretched this time: "Come on, Rapunzel, let down your hair for once. We've got a real private place at the top of the tower and we've got all afternoon. And I guess nobody downstairs will mind not having the boss in the office for a while."

Although still wildly off balance because of my missing shoe I tried to twist myself out from between Marco's arms. All I succeeded in doing though was in partially dislodging my spectacles. Marco certainly never missed a beat in his groping and I knew that Tony must be feeling the trembling in my legs.

"Tony, mind her glasses," Marco said. Tony stepped up higher and put the frame back squarely on my face. Then he looked down and leered as Marco moved his palms underneath my breasts and hefted them up and down.

"Hey!" I protested again, and apparently as futilely as before. My face was burning with embarrassment, compounded twice over as Tony took his turn at fondling me.

"Nice pair of udders, Ms boss lady," he told me, leaning forward and then blowing into my ear. "But I think what they really need is a double sucking. I'll have the left one and Marco can take the right, and when all you've got left on is your glasses we'll show you what else we can do together."

I couldn't help but gasp and then giggle at his suggestion before I pulled myself together. "Don't you dare talk to me like that" I warned him. "You've got to let me go or else you'll be in real trouble."

"Listen, honey," Marco said hoarsely. "There was another lady in the same place you're in now, just a day or two ago. Now what we said to her was that we wouldn't do anything to her if she didn't want us to, but we would play a little joke on her."

Tony took his hands from my boobs and pulled a pair of skimpy red panties from his pocket -- then he held them up and pulled them apart to show they were crotchless ones. A baggage tag was attached to them with a big safety pin.

"What we're going to do is to write your name down on this tag. I guess that won't be a problem since it's on your ID for us to see. We'll also write down the name and address of the office building and the name of the company you work for, which we also happen to know. Then we'll put a little note on the back of the tag asking anybody who finds these to hand them in at the building reception desk."

"And after we've done all that," Marco chuckled, "We'll throw them out of this gust gap and then see what happens after they land in the streets somewhere down there. Wouldn't it be a joke if some kind hearted passerby did hand them in, hey? Can you imagine the gossip going around all the offices?"

The shock must have shown in my face. Gossip! The stories would never end. If that happened I'd be nothing more than a joke in the company. Who would ever believe that I'd gone up into this tower with two young guys actually thinking I was only going to look at the city views? No matter what I said, no matter what happened to this pair of lunatics, my career would be as thoroughly derailed as a piled up freight train.

Marco chuckled and hefted my boobs from below again.

"I don't know if you're thinking what the other lady thought," Marco whispered softly into my ear. "What I do know was that there and then she offered us a deal. If we didn't drop her name down into the street along with these sexy panties, then she said she'd be very happy to go down on both of us."

Tony sniggered: "Being the real gentleman we are we asked her what she meant by that and she said she would get down on her knees and suck on our cocks. She also said that if there were any other little favors she could do for us at the same time, all we had to do was to mention them."

His hands were on my front, joining Marco's as they roamed over me. "The odd thing was that she was telling the truth. She was a boss lady like you and yet it turned out she really got off on being treated like a slave woman, just for a while anyway. We took her up to the top of the tower and screwed her every way but loose, and I swear to God we had seagulls coming in from all directions to see what was making all the noise."

"Two cocks were nowhere near enough for that woman, once we'd gotten her warmed up," Tony chortled. "Not much point in being a slave unless you know who your masters are, and she got taught that lesson right from the start. The question now, Ms boss-lady, is would you like to consider making an offer like that? Or shall we address these panties, then air-mail them and see if they get handed in?"

It only took me a second to decide that this pair of lunatics could do whatever they liked ten times over before I'd take the slightest risk of having my name dropped in the central business district attached to a pair of whore's knickers. What was more, I was reaching a stage of mind where I could understand exactly why the other woman had decided it was more sensible and more fun as well to pay forfeits. I had no doubt all there had indeed been another woman. Marco and Tony's gloating male self satisfaction was too obvious an ego trip to be any kind of an act.

"Alright, you guys," I said with my mouth suddenly drying. "We'll go up the tower."

The breeze gusted, moaning softly through the gap, fluttering my hair and feeling cool against my hot cheeks. Tony plucked the hem of the blouse up out of my skirt and took my breasts fully in his hands again, ruffling up folds of the blouse's silky material around the stiff cups. Calmly and carefully, he began to unbutton the front of my blouse. "Lift your arms up," Tony muttered huskily. "I'll make sure you don't fall over."

Like Marco before him, the way he was holding onto me was a sure guarantee of that. Somehow I was astonished but not a bit surprised when I felt my hardened nipples rubbing against the cups as they were manhandled again. I did as he wanted and lifted up my arms, allowing Marco to ruck the blouse up over my wrists like a raised flag of surrender. Then Marco plucked it away. There was a moment of silence as I stood with my arms still raised, whilst both of them seemed to be savoring the sight of me with only my bra and pearls left on above the waist.

"By God, there's some poundage in those two," Marco chuckled. "I could strain my back hefting those around."

Tony laughed and squeezed my bra cups again: "Don't worry about it, Marco, Alison will help you fill in the worker's accident form, explaining what happened."

"Come on, let's get her moving on up," Marco urged. "Take off her other shoe." He held my shoulders to keep me steady while Tony bobbed down to obey him.

"Jesus," I heard myself saying, "Are you guys a tight team or what?"

Marco chuckled: "We've had a lot of practice. Turn around."

I twisted around unsteadily and Tony immediately put both of his hands on my ass again. Marco bent lower and gave one of my earrings a tiny tug.

"See this?" He was holding up my blouse with the ID badge directly in front of my eyes. "It used to mean you were a boss but now it means you're ours -- otherwise I'll toss this out at the next gust gap, ID and all. That'd be a lot worse for you than the panties would have been. You understand that or do I have to say it again?"

"Yes, I understand." It was the only thing I could say.

"Say 'Yes, master', you dumb bitch!" Marco demanded.

What difference did it make now? "Yes, master," I answered obediently. Somewhere at the back of my mind was a piece of Shakespeare: 'Who cannot be crushed by a plot?'

This was certainly the cleverest plot I'd ever been caught up in and just as certainly it had crushed all my scruples. For as long as it took I was going to have to grant these cunning pair of bastards everything they wanted from me. It was also about then that I realized that I would have been disappointed if they had suddenly relented and let me go. Instead I willingly followed Marco up the steps, feeling the hard metal through my soles, the aches in my calf muscles and Tony's hands still resting firmly on the seat of my dress as he almost pushed me up the steps.

At the next gap Marco stopped at the light and turned around. "Step up here, Rapunzel, and open my fly zip."




Laid Aloft



The step I stopped at put my face close to his half opened windbreaker. Looking down I could see the hump in the denim of his jeans where his cock strained to break free of the tightly stretched material. Even as I tried to get a grip on the zip tab I felt Tony unhooking the waistband on my pleated office skirt. Loosened, the skirt fell under its own weight around my ankles.

"Looking good back here," Tony called out. "Big tits, good legs and an ass like a pack mule."

Thank you for nothing, you shit. It was tricky easing the zip down because Marco's thick shaft was pressed against it as if it were standing to attention. Not only that, a great mass of black pubic hairs seemed to want to get trapped in the zipper as well. I wondered why he wasn't wearing any shorts, then decided that was a very stupid question. By then even I had worked out that it was no accident that these two had gotten in the lift with a woman on her own. I wondered if I was just the first one available or if they'd selected me for some reason as a suitable target.

The thick roll of flesh popped out, a sausage with attitude. I took it in my hands and gave it a welcoming squeeze. I thought it was much the biggest one I'd ever touched, though it behaved the same as the others I'd met, standing up and demanding all the attention it could get. But I had to let it go as Tony wriggled the hem of my slip up over my waist and pulled it over my head. And then he held it there with the tangled silk pulled tightly over my face like a mask and my arms trapped inside it. Behind the thin material I was glad to have some covering from Marco's eyes when I heard Tony giggling. I supposed that it was the sight of the body mould girdle around my hips that he was finding so funny.

"Oh boy! Grab this slip for a minute, Marco."

"Sure thing." I felt the material jerk as Marco grabbed it.

"Hey, Rapunzel," Tony said loudly, "Have you ever had your panties pulled down in front of an audience before?"

I knew I had to answer: "No!" I gasped. "I mean no, Master!"

He laughed: "Couldn't quite hear you there, Rapunzel."

"She said yes, Tony. She must have been a college girl and all college girls end up in the showers with the football team sooner or later. She'd just love to show us everything she's got."

I felt my panties being tugged from underneath the girdle until they were trapped inside my stocking suspenders. It was a sensation that made me gasp and quiver, then squeal as fingertips like hot falling snow ran lightly around the bared tops of my legs. Then I really squawked as the fingers tap danced down into the gap between the bottom of the girdle and the panties. My defenses were well and truly lowered, a fact which Tony soon proved to all of us, because the more I gasped and called out inside the folds of the slip, the more thoroughly his fingers explored their newly won territory. I heard Marco's voice.

"What do you know, I guess she must be ticklish just about all over".

"A lot of underbrush down here, Marco. Needs a good shave, I guess."

"Well what it's going to get is a good plowing. You reckon she's ready for planting yet?"

Tony chuckled: "Hey, man, she's as wet and slippery as Mississippi mud down here already. You can slide it in anytime you like and not even touch the sides."

"Yeah. I guess that's why the fat slut was playing with my dick. You all hot and slippery for us, Rapunzel, all ready for some heavy duty fucking?"

God, it was so embarrassing that they knew I was on heat for them like a bitch in season.

"Hey, slave woman, I'm asking you a question!"

I knew I was being asked a question. What I was trying to do was to get some of the wet silk out of my mouth, unaware until then that I'd been biting on it.

"Yes! Yes!", I finally managed to say. "Yes, master, I need fucking!"

"No need to be shy, gal. You shout it out as loud as you can, so we can all hear you."

I shouted the same words into the clinging fabric as loudly as I could, feeling stupid and humiliated and resentful at being treated like a marine recruit.

Marco grunted in satisfaction: "That's better, Rapunzel. Let's see what else we can do to get your snatch nicely steaming."

Marco then said something I didn't catch. Tony moved up close behind me and took over the grip on my arms, still holding them above my head. Something cold slipped underneath my left bra strap and then the left cup was sagging as the strap parted. The same thing happened on the other side, the strap slashed right across in one stroke. My breasts started to spill out, a process which Marco quickly helped along, scooping each of them from its sheltering cup with a flick of his powerful hands like a bear throwing fish out of a river.

I've always been a big bosomed woman, and I've always got a real kick out of seeing a man getting excited by my boobs. But this was an indescribable sensation, to have the wind blowing over my tightly puckered nipples as a complete stranger rolled them between his fingers, with another guy watching it all happen. And me in the middle, my panties down around my thighs, my face still covered by my slip! Now there was another damp patch in it, where I was moaning through the silk louder than the wind itself.

Tony lowered his hands and put them around me, holding onto my boobs as well while I saw Marco's shadow stoop lower as he squatted down on the steps. Then there were four wandering and squeezing hands and an exploring mouth as well as Marco sucked, licked and lightly bit on my nipples. I twisted around and bellowed like a cow needing milking, somehow tugging the slip up over my head. Tony's tongue went straight into my ear and I knew Marco was absolutely right about the effect all this was having on me. It was an experience so far above any ordinary sex that it was like being on another planet.

My arms fell down, my slip hanging down in folds like a collapsed parachute over Marco's work helmet. I couldn't help grunting with laughter.

"What's so funny?" Tony whispered hoarsely.

"I was . . . oh, God . . . I wondering if I was safe up here without a hard hat."

They actually stopped what they were doing for a moment as they laughed.

"We'll give you a couple of hard hats soon enough, Rapunzel," Tony rasped. "But we'll put some protection on both of them for you."

"Both! Jesus, I don't care anymore, I just want them!"

Well, so much for my cool executive and lady like business image. Marco put his hand between my legs and played with my clit: "Hey, you sure you've never been in a threesome before, Rapunzel?"

"No -- a foursome. At least I think it was."

Tony squawked with laughter: "You don't know? I gotta hear this. How about taking her up to the next gap, Marco and listening to this shocking confession?"

"Sure, let's leave a trail of clothing all the way up to the boudoir."

He pulled the slip down over my hands and dropped it the steps. "Please put my blouse down as well, in case you wrinkle it," I asked him. "I've got to wear it out of the building afterwards."

"Are you going to tell us about your dirty date?"

"Yes, alright!"

"OK". He carefully laid the blouse down on top of my slip. "Come on up."

Again the steps were hard on my feet, though I hardly noticed it by now. I was dizzy, my head was pounding, my tits were slopping around in the open, the pulled down panty waist band tugged around the tops of my legs at every movement, making me feel ridiculous, and Tony's fingers were pushing against my bared ass like I was riding a rocket sleigh. It was turning out to be some kind of a day at the office alright -- a towering inferno kind of a day.

Past the next gap and then I was struggling on towards the top of the staircase. Marco had almost run ahead of me, right up to the final step. When I got there he was standing on it and looking back down towards me. What really caught my attention though was that he was now bare chested, wearing only his jeans and boots. His windbreaker and shirt were lying on top of his tool belt a few steps further down. As I got closer he dropped his jeans, displaying a proud standing erection that seemed swollen out of all proportion even to his strong body. He looked like a young Greek god waiting to be worshipped and it was clear who was cast for the role of worshipper.

So I knelt down on the belts and clothes in front of the lovely bully and put my hands on his cock, stroking it with the respect it deserved. Behind me Tony tugged at my panties again and I felt the waist band suddenly go slack around my legs. The panties had parted straight down the middle like the Red Sea giving access to the promised land. I looked around and saw Tony putting a small knife back in his tool belt, and then his hand went underneath me again, up between the remnants of my panties still hanging from both girdle clips. Shudders of anticipation went through my snatch as he explored it and I licked Marco's slit.

"Not a bad start, Rapunzel," Marco said, hoarse-voiced, his fingers in my hair. "You want to tell us about this foursome deal now?"

"Yes -- OK. When I was in Florida, on a business trip I had an argument with a waiter in the hotel restaurant. Next morning my document case went missing in the lobby as I was making a phone call. When I got back to my room there was one of the missing papers pushed under the door with a note telling me if I wanted the rest of them I had to go to a linen store room on another floor and go inside."

I leaned forward and licked around the tip of his cock, then put it completely inside my mouth. Marco growled deep in his throat, then said: "Wait."

He gave me a condom which was already in his hand, the packet torn open. "Put it on me, and keep talking."

I did as he told me, easing it over the tip of his cock and then slowly unrolling it down the twitching shaft. "I had to get those papers back for an important business meeting the next day. So I went to the linen room. There wasn't anybody around that I could see but the door was unlocked. There were shelves of sheets and pillow slips. The light didn't work but I could see something glowing in the dark at the back of the storeroom.

"I went to it, and the light was coming from a torch tied up inside a red pillow slip, so there was only a dim reddish glow. It was on a shelf at waist height. There was another note pinned to the pillow slip, saying I had to lie down on my stomach on the pile of sheets next to the pillow slip. Then I had to call a number on my cell phone and tell the guy at the other end I was ready for him.

"I did what the note said. I wriggled in between the shelves and found that by the time my hips were on the edge at one end my hair was touching the wall behind. Sheets and stuff were piled up on each side so I couldn't see anything. I was pretty well buried from the waist on in. So, anyway, I phoned the number. Whoever was at the other end only mumbled something but I could hear a guy laughing in the background somewhere. I was as frightened as hell -- I had to get those papers back though, I had to."

Marco giggled. "I like the scene, Rapunzel. Love it -- blow me for a while as I think about it."

Holding his cock steady with my fingers around the base and cupped underneath his balls I deep throated him as far as I could. Meanwhile Tony stuck his tongue in my ear and licked it in a wet swirling motion as he toyed with my clit. I squealed and snorted around Marco's cock at the pleasure he was giving me. "So did you get your case back, Alison?"

I nodded, well muffled by Marco as his streamlined erection rubbed insistently at the back of my mouth.

"Hey, let's take her into the workroom and hear the rest of it," Tony suggested.

"OK, OK," Marco conceded. "Come on up for air, Rapunzel."

They both pulled me to my feet, with the halves of my panties fluttering around my legs in the breeze. Marco led me by the hand into a sort of work chamber, with lots of blue painted boxes on the wall like fuse boxes and stuff. But the only thing I was looking at was a dish hanging the middle of the room, about six or seven feet wide, suspended by four wide straps that ran under the dish and up to a hoisting device in the roof. Wildly, I wondered if they intended using it for me somehow, and then I saw that the dish was full up to the brim with styrofoam packing beads and I knew what to expect.

There were no words, no time to even think of asking questions. They sat me on the edge of the disk, steadied it as it swayed like a hammock, rolled me over onto my back, and then each guy grabbed one of my legs, lifted them up high in the air and pushed my calves behind two of the straps so I was hanging there in front of them and spreadeagled wide open, with the centerpiece of the display one well lubricated pussy eager to meet a willing partner. A desire soon granted because Tony threw away his helmet, knelt down, grinned at me between my opened thighs and then peeled my cunt lips apart as if it was a juicy orange he was getting ready to eat. I squealed and rolled my eyes around, looking for Marco. He was getting his gear off in quick time.

"Tell me the story, Momma!" Tony demanded. He encouraged me with the tip of his tongue against my clit and I whimpered.

"I heard the door of the linen room open. There were footsteps, I don't know how many. Somebody had a radio on, not too loud. I heard the door close again. My face was down into the sheets I was on, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't hear very much but I knew there was movement behind me. A lot of movement, maybe. I heard a lot of sniggers and giggles and then the bottom of my skirt got pulled up and tucked underneath my waist. All I had on underneath was a pair of panties. Then they started spanking me." 

Tony pushed a finger deep inside me as he kept on licking the hard little switch that was blasting my entire body with shots of pure adrenaline. Instead of rolling my eyes I grabbed at my tits and rolled them around for the boys: I could feel my trapped leg muscles vibrating against the supporting straps like a ship's rigging in a gale. Marco was listening to me wide eyed and seemed to be taking forever to get his boots off.

"I don't know what they were using, a cane maybe but every stroke sure smarted. I squealed a lot because I figured that was what they wanted. Pretty soon they had my panties coming down. That was terrifying because I could feel two hands on each of my legs as they were pulling them off me and the spanking never missed a beat as it was happening. Of course that was the deal, to let me know I was going to get gang fucked by a bunch of guys I couldn't even see."

Marco strode over, naked as a jaybird, his prick swinging in front of him like a lowered gun aimed straight at me. "Stand aside, Tony, coming through."

Tony stood up, grinned at me, then moved to his left. Marco stepped up to the plate, grabbed his pink tipped bat, eased it into foul territory, then grabbed my legs and pulled me forward for the first innings from the visitors' team. It was an all the way home run, longer than I'd ever dreamed possible and I shouted and clutched onto the two straps next to my arms like a subway passenger in a train crash. Which was something like true because I felt as if I was being fucked by some kind of mechanical dildo driven by a runaway engine. As far as I was concerned, right then and there, Marco was the most wonderful thing in the world and I'd do anything at all for him, just as long as he'd keep me impaled on his huge cock. Then Tony bent over the dish, crunched my nipples up in his hands and bent down to bite on them, and I would have happily died for him as well.

"So did they screw you, Alison?

"Of course the bastards screwed me! They fucked my cunt and ass with baby oil until I thought I was dead and gone to heaven! "

Tony laughed, pulled down his opened jeans, grabbed my hand and placed it on his massively veined erection: At the same time Marco put his hands on my hips and began swinging the dish to match a series of savage lunges into my pussy. Between that and Tony tugging at my teats, it was a ride on the highest, deepest, most thrilling roller coaster ever built, then multiplied God knows how many times. It was sex with steroids. I screeched like an owl at midnight, moaning and trying to blow away the scraps of styrofoam somehow sticking to my face and lips. I began coming, coming in huge waves that turned me from a rational human being into a jerking bundle of muscles and nerves with Marco's bull strong body pounding away between my trapped legs. It was like being Barbarella, sentenced to death in the pleasure machine.

"You fucking smart assed office boss bitch, I'm going to take you down to your office and fuck you on your own desk with everybody watching!" Marco raged at me. "You're gonna beg for it because you do what we tell you now! And when we've finished we'll let all the other guys in the office fuck the boss lady as well!"

The image of that in my mind send me into a frenzied orgasm that must have matched Marco's because I heard him give a great gasp of pleasure and triumph. While I was still half conscious my legs were loosened from the straps and I was rolled over on my side. The movement dislodged my glasses and as I was trying to straighten them a hand grabbed my right ankle, then lifted it up at an impossibly high angle in the air, as if I was some kind of a ballet dancer. I yelped and another cock slammed straight into me at an angle which really was screwing me. Tony was astride my left leg, his own legs clamped around it like a raunchy dog, still holding my right leg way up in the air over his shoulder as he slammed right up me: his cock was slipping in and out of my cunt with squelching noises like an old fashioned hand pump sucking up water. I bawled with passion, throwing handfuls of packing beads into the air like confetti.

"Hey, Rapunzel, you may be an old fuck but you're a pretty good one," Tony gloated. "I told Marco you were a sure thing first off. Just like the two other women we've fucked while we've been working here." He began ramming into me even harder.

"Look to the left, Rapunzel. Look left!" With my head half buried and my glasses tilted askew again I could hardly look anywhere though I saw the brilliant white light of a flash bulb, then at Marco grinning at me before he aimed the camera again.

Tony was loving his triumph: "We'll have a party when we finish up here. Lots of our friends, and you three office sluts as well, so you can get introduced and show each other your naughty pictures."

The camera flash smeared across my face again.

"Then we'll draw lots and see which of you gets taken out into the middle of the party first for a public fucking by anybody who wants you."



Laid and Bred



Oh yes, Deborah and Kate. They were still hung over from the partying the night before. By this point in the morning they were really getting on each others nerves. 

"My suit is hotter than yours," said Kate.

"Well with that boney ass it doesn't show."

"Look at your own slutty fat ass."

"You look like a real Broad. How could you not after buying a bikini like that?" 

"Well how many guys, wanted to get into your pants last night? Probably, none?" Kate asked irritating Deborah. 

"A lot more than into your skinny drunk ass."

"Oh, is that so .... Bitch."

"Wanna bet?" Asked Kate.

"Sure, I will bet" But Deb knew that last night was too much of a blur.

"Here it is Kate, lets think of something to bet. Money is no fun. What do you fear, the most. I got it, if you can't win more in twenty-four, then you have to go all the way with the guy that gross's you out the most. That idiot Graham that's been asking you out for months."

Kate frowned from the thought.

"Ooh, noooo."

"No way your fat slutty ass can win more than me, so if I win you do him, suck and fuck, everything after we get back to campus." Dared Kate in return.

In reality both Deb and Kate were pretty cute normal college girls, but this was spring break on Siesta Key. They roomed together at U-Mass and had decided to head south for what evolved into a total week of partying drunkenness, dating and ...... and whatever else. Back at school it was important to keep reputation clean. Here it was time to let it go for a few harmless days.

Deb was average height at five-five, brown hair, well pronounced 38-C and a little larger than she liked derrière. Kate was tall and cute, at five-nine, green eyes died blond hair and a fairly slender frame, average but firm ass and a 34-B cup. Kate was far cuter than Deb but she knew how to use her cleavage to her advantage. Things weighed out about equal on a fuckable scale.

"Okay... So your on, the loser will fuck Graham, the pimpled virgin next weekend. It'll be easy; loser will call him over to study alone." Baited Kate.

"So what exactly is the bet?" Asked Deb. 

"Uh" pondered Kate....

"Okay, whoever gets the most men tonight wins, the other loses. But to keep things fair, we do this on U-Mass honor, telling the truth after all is done. Do we agree to tell the truth?" Asked Deb.

"Yes."

"This is how we do it. For every cock that touches our upper lips we get one point. Lower lips two. Whoever has the most points between 10pm and 10 am tomorrow morning is the queen, the loser dates Graham. 

OOOOOOh."

"Sounds like a plan, but gang bangs are out, too easy and no challenge, so to make this work every point won must be without our previous point knowing. We have plenty of bars to make this interesting, so we need to win our points individually." Smiled Deb as she laughed.

After a whole afternoon of plotting strategy while sunning together on the beach it was 6pm. 

Kate smiled at Deb, plan in mind, "Are you ready to be a slut, girl?"

"God I don't know," answered Deb. 

"To late" jabbed normally safe Kate.

Three hours later, it was 9pm and the girls were almost ready for their competition. Neither really believed this was actually going to happen, but neither was willing to back down either.

9:45 arrived and Kate was ready. She wore her shortest hip-hugging skirt, ass raising heels, and a tee shirt that she had carefully trimmed the bottom off, so it only barely covered her boobs. It was designed to get a dicks attention. No bra, the skirt was belt-less and only 7 inches from top to bottom revealing ample leg and midriff. The skirt actually normally would be worn with leggings, but not on this evening. In all Kate only wore a hot inviting five pieces of clothing which included two shoes and pink underwear..

Eight minutes later Deb was also ready. Deb had chosen a loose fitting skirt to well above her knees and a v-neck cotton sweater that showed far too much cleavage. Unlike Kate, Deb passed on the underwear. Each girl took a small purse stuffed full of condoms, they had nervously purchased in bulk at the drug store on the way back from the beach. They also each had a single pencil for keeping score and two 3X5 cards where they were to mark an X for a single point and a Y for the homer two-point dunk of course.

Deb was not as hot as Kate, but they both smelled deliciously naughty with the excessive perfume they had doused themselves in to help win the silly battle. Unlike Kate, Deb had been known to fuck many guys, so she was more confident in her look and knew how to act. In contrast Kate was pretty prude normally and had no idea how far overboard she looked. Kate indeed looked like a total slut, who wanted to fuck like a horny rabbit.

Kate's Escapades

10:12pm they arrived at Gilligan's all roaring to go. Without any cash they made their way to the bar. Two guys immediately picked up on there screaming sexuality and homed in on Deb and Kate, but neither was willing to start their lay-fest without some serious drinking. After three rounds of shots things were moving well, especially from the guys' point of view. Two dances later and it was time to move on, it was 10:40. Both girls had now had a total of four shots making them dizzy and pain was no longer an option. They smiled and decided "game on."

Kate turned to whatever his name was, and lured him to the far corner of the bar. She kissed him once, and asked him without words if he liked the goods, and if he wanted to touch. Seconds later she was grinding his cock on the dance floor with her ass. 

"Do you have a car?" She asked. 

"A rental out back."

"Ok, lets get out of here" she smiled answering. 

"You are going to get lucky." she purred as she took his hand and headed straight for the door. The parking lot was around the corner and when they got to the car he asked her "my place?"

"Oh No, here and now, dude."

Three minutes later they were in the back seat of the rental, she was rolling a condom on his organ getting ready to score two points. He lifted her skirt, pulled her pink panties off and threw them to the front seat somewhere. Seconds later he was entering her cunt while kneading her perky tits under the tee-shirt. The two points lasted no more than a total of four minutes before he shot his load into the balloon nestled between Kate's lips. 

Kate pushed him off of her almost immediately. 

"Gotta go Dude, thanks for the great time." and she gave him a short deep kiss, pulled he skirt back into place, straightened her tee-shirt and gave up quickly on looking for her underwear. After all time was of the essence. She was now down to four pieces of clothing and a purse after only two points in the match. She carefully marked a single X on the 3X5 card, and said "shit" as she crossed out the X and replaced it with the proverbial Y while on her way to the SK Oyster bar. 

Kate sat at the single open seat at the bar, while allowing the two gentlemen on both sides of her to fight over who would buy her a drink. They settled for one each and she quickly and unwisely put two chocolate martinis away. Kate was approaching a "Brittany Spears" state and was becoming progressively inebriated. 

The man on her left asked something and she answered randomly "do you feel up for some fresh air? It's hot in here." 

Minutes later she was in the back alley, necking with this guy leaning against a wall. Her mini-skirt made the task of guiding him to her steaming cunt easy. No time for this slut to waist. As things turned out it didn't take long before her next two points were chocked up. Kate slid the condom onto his cock using her mouth, which she didn't do a very good job at because of all the drinks, but good enough to prepare herself for her third and fourth points. 

As he slid into her pussy Kate thought to herself "I must be winning."

Within a few thrusts Kate could feel her partner explode into her protection, throbbing into the condom. His thrusts drove pain into her body but it was a pleasurable pain.

Kate one again straightening herself out, as her second set of points left her quickly to return to the bar and brag about his conquest to his friend.

Kate again made her way back to Gilligans where she had started ninety minutes earlier. Once inside she again found herself being treated to free shots. Kate looked very much for the taking. Her skirt wasn't quite right and her inebriated state and revealing tee-shirt made her look like a wanting slut. Whoever saw her believed she was theirs to be bred if they dared.

The double shot this time was really taking its toll. It was now eight drinks in two hours, more than double what she could normally handle. The usual horny crowd could see this skimpy dressed slut was loaded. Showing her some attention John led her by the hand through a hallway somewhere into the back. Kate's thoughts were in a state of complete blur and she wasn't sure where she was. John started his move with a deep kiss which she accepted openly as she snaked her arms around his neck. After she allowed John full access to her firm tits he moved further sliding a hand under her skirt. To his surprise he found no underwear, but to an even greater surprise this slut's cunt wasn't sloppy at all. Of course John had no idea that she had a purse full of condoms and he was about to be points five and six. 

Lifting her skirt faster than she could think, he positioned her nicely for the taking. Her knees under his strong arms were spread apart and lifted above his waist with her back to the wall. Kate's purse was still at the bar on her stool leaving the condoms far out of reach. Before Kate had processed much thought about her position John was ready and wanting to fuck her bareback. He placed his eight inch tool nicely between her lips, the girth started to stretch her open as he pushed into her.

Since entering college Kate had dated often but had kept up a good reputation. She lost her virginity as a sophomore and before tonight had only had sex with five dates. No man's cock had ever made true physical contact with her pussy as she was always careful to use the condom barrier.

John was pushing deeper. Kate was experiencing skin between her lips for her first time. He pushed all the way in smashing up against her cervix wall, his balls banging against her. She shrieked in passion as he pounded her and she bounced against the wall behind her. Repeating the in and out pistoning motion his balls slowly started to prepare for downloading as he built up rhythm like a fine tuned sports car. 100 rhythm's later he spewed stream after stream of his potent seed into her unprotected womb. After pleasurably shooting his entire load into Kate's depths he held her holding his seed in place until his member was totally limp. He then pulled out, satisfied and smiling he said "Better fuck than I expected, later slut."

Kate again straightened her self out again as best as she could. As she walked through the bar the cat calls and stares verified what the watchers believed she was, a stupid slut. And she was.

Kate now went looking for Deb and in her drunk and sloppy state she needed to sit down. She found a bench and after some time a middle-aged man asked her if she was alright. 

Face in hands she answered "Yes." 

"I have no idea where Deb is". 

Noticing she was drunk he suggested that they look for her friend together. After ten minutes of un-intelligent conversation they started down the street. Before she knew what was happening they were driving in his car towards Siesta Beach. They reached the beach parking lot, Kate stumbled out of the car and they went to the beach aimlessly. It was dark. He put his arm around her as she stumbled in the sand. She fell to the beach. Then he was on top of her. It was his plan from the moment he saw her sluttyness. He unzipped and the slut welcomed his tool into her sloppy cunt. 

After the middle-aged man left her sitting on a bench by the concession two younger guys, probably just turned eighteen noticed this college age beauty alone and asked her if she wanted a drink. Not thinking straight and assuming the cup they offered held water she took two large burning gulps of straight vodka! Minutes later the boys were escorting this totally drunk slut to their condo. Inside they stripped her of her clothes and happily deposited their sperm deep between her legs. Kate was now a cum filled sloppy slut. Four other boys eventually came over and proceeded to fuck her cunt, ass and face as many times as they could.

Kate woke up naked at well after 11am having been totally used by ten guys. Her ass and cunt throbbed in aching pain, her mouth was stretched painfully and she had dried cum all over her body and in her hair. Her cunt was oozing a constant flow of light colored liquid. 

Wrapped in a small towel she asked politely "where are my clothes?" to the only person in the condo and asked for a ride back to her condo. 

He said he didn't have a car. "I have heard about girls gone wild, but you were more of a drunken slut than I could have ever imagined. Absolutely the best!" 

She had to walk through town a mile and a half to get back to the condo, she had a splitting head ache and no sun glasses. She hadn't found her panties, no bra, one shoe the heel was broken and her tee shirt was not to be found, instead smiling he handed her an even smaller damp tee shirt with "Spring Break 07, 100% Pure Slut" written on the back in permanent magic marker. All the boys had signed it for her. 

Not given the time to clean up, he pushed her out the door like a worthless unwanted whore. Kate walked in total shame as a constant ooze dripped down the insides of her burning legs. Her ridiculously short skirt and see through tee shirt validated the words on her back. Kate was totally a fucked slut. 

It took over an hour walking by the honking horns and the stares wondering in shame about how many and who had had her. Kate was full of cum, shame and guilt.

Back at the condo, Deb was nowhere to be found. Kate fell on the bed and was asleep in seconds. At four pm her cell phone rang.

Deborah's Escapades

Deb knew how to use her pussy for power. As soon as she split with Kate. She asked her friend what's your favorite position? She answered wickedly for him "Doggy?" Minutes later he had her bent over the hood of a car fucking her large ass happily.

Deb knew this challenge would be easy. After finding each fuck she went on to the next bar on a rotation plan, picked a guy and simply offered her pussy in return for one quick drink and found a dark place to get it on. 

After four fucks Deb began to lose count of the drinks. In the end she had had thrown back nine shots and was also completely wasted and totally fucked. The only difference she had with Kate was she was on the pill. 

By midnight she had lost her bra. 

By 1am her purse was not with her either. 

By 5 am she was asleep in a ditch completely naked. 

By 6:30 she was in jail, not having remembered a single thing. 

At four pm Deb called Kate's cell phone. Kate showered and then visited an ATM to pull $1,000 from her savings to bail Deb out. 

After all was said and done, Kate retrieved her purse at Gilligans and Deb hers at the Beach club.

Deb read her 3X5 and said "I stopped counting at 10 points, you Kate?"

"Fuck off, four." Replied Kate who had only four Y's noted. 

The next day the flight back was long, quiet and painfull for both women.

Five weeks later things were back to normal for Deb and almost forgotten.

Kate kept her word and reluctantly fucked and sucked Grahams virginity to oblivion. (But not bareback.) Within days Kate has puking in the mornings and her belly was already beginning to show.

This was the final proof that she had been a very successful slut. Being a good Catholic, and that evening perhaps not so good, John would never know of his son, and Kate had no idea who the father was either.



Laid and Sprayed in Ottawa



Chapter 1

I lay in bed, my lovers semen all over my face and neck, the sun pouring into the bedroom where I lay spread out on the duvet cover, his cum drying slowly on me.

I smell like a whore, I thought lazily, the delicious taste of his sperm still fresh in my mouth, where just a few minutes ago he had ejaculated into me. I'm not going to shower today, I thought... I want to savor this all day long... my first day as his whore. A well used and chastened whore, so it happened. My pubic hair stiff and matted with dried semen, my legs trembling from the pure lust I felt when his seed squirted the back of my throat, causing me to ejaculate along with him, all over myself.

He was in the shower now, getting ready for work, leaving me to lay there in his bed, inseminated and bathed in his cum, his newest conquest, and him now whistling cheerfully.

I was good in bed, he had told me last night... and those words had strangely pleased me. 

I knew that pleasure was the feeling every man gets when he realizes he's being hit on for casual sex by a complete stranger. Any stranger. Being judged by how well you might perform in bed... brazenly courted for the depraved pleasures they seek from you.

I'm glad he's happy, I thought, I'm glad he took the time and effort to seduce me last night in the parking lot after that last drink. 

Oh, but he was smooth... making as if I might need some help with the seatbelt, leaning over to fasten it, and then just as casual as could be, kissing me fully on the lips. Softly, though... and very gently. Holding that kiss just long enough for the message to not go unnoticed, or misunderstood.

I have to admit that I was absolutely floored... completely in shock... and had done nothing at all when he finally broke the kiss. My mind raced while I tried to process all of this, my heart pumping wildly inside me. 

I had just been kissed by another man... it had excited me beyond all reason, and it took me several seconds to come to terms with what had just happened. 

I was totally confused and conflicted, struggling with a flood of emotions that ranged from rage to submissive acquiescence. My heart throbbed and I felt molten lava coursing between my legs. Shame flooded over me as I realized that I had liked it. 

I had liked it a lot. 

I know now that he read my feelings then, acutely and immediately, and before I had a chance to recover or say anything, to even protest... he slid a hand around the base of my neck, and with a look of pure smoke and fire, he gave me the other kiss.

You know... the kiss that you remember forever.

Chapter 2

This time my mouth opened on its own, and I knew perfectly well what was going to happen next. And I knew I wanted it to happen.

His tongue parted my lips slightly and I immediately melted into him like butter. My tongue lashed against his feverishly, and I felt my prick stiffen as I realized that I was now french kissing another man.

A man I barely knew a few hours ago.

He placed his tongue entirely into my mouth and I simply accepted it. I bathed his tongue with mine. We made out like teenagers for what seemed a long, long time holding me in his arms lightly, caressing me so softly that I hardly felt him unbutton my shirt and slide his hand inside. He started caressing my breasts with his rough hands, teasing my stiff nipples. Feeling me up like a little girl getting laid for the first time. 

I creamed. 

No warning, no building up to it. In those few seconds, while kissing like lovers, my heart suddenly raced out of control, I went flush and squirted like a schoolboy. I broke the kiss and pulled back gasping for breath, moaning like an animal in heat. 

He kissed my neck, and unzipped me then, snaking that same maddening hand into my slacks, placing his hand inside my cum-soaked underwear and releasing my still-hard penis. He started to masturbate me slowly at first, then jerking my prick with short quick strokes, milking me until I was whimpering with lust. 

That's when he put his mouth against my ear and licked me there, all the while whispering...

"Come baby, come for me again... come for your man".

And that was all it took. 

My body bucked violently and went straight out rigid, like taking an electric shock and I sprayed for him again.

This time the orgasm almost hurt... I came so hard that semen spurted up the length of my body... splattering thick, heavy stripes of cum all over my face and chest... covering me with so much sperm that I didn't think I could have had so much in me. From the very bottom of my being I emptied everything I had left into his hand, that second orgasm ripping through me with a massive rent... and it was then that I realized I was going home with this man, and that I would spread my legs for him.

This would come to pass later, in his bed... but he was not done with me yet... not out in that abandoned parking lot. I was now sitting upright and completely on display in the bright moonlight... anyone passing by could have seen me... half naked, my cum stained shirt pulled askew and open to the waist... shiny and slick with sperm running down my face and tits... looking dazed and confused at what had just happened.

That was when he made his move, and that was when my life changed forever. 

He made me his whore.

Chapter 3

Easing back the seat, he looked over at me, his face now a mask of pure lust. 

I looked down at his lap, naively surprised to see he was undoing his pants. I heard the sound of his belt coming undone and the rasp of the zipper. I knew what he wanted.

And I knew beyond doubt that I would do it, and do it willingly.

I didn't even think twice about it. I bent down and took his slim, long and incredibly stiff prick into my mouth, and immediately felt the caress of his hands on the back of my neck. Not forcing me at all, he was way better than that... but guiding me... training me how to perform for him, in the manner that he preferred. To service him in his way, later, when I would become his lover. 

I sucked on him like a baby; never allowing my teeth to contact his luscious skin... there was no way on earth that I would ruin this for him. I wanted him to come for me now, and I wanted it to be the best sex that he would ever experience in his life... from either man or woman.

I didn't have to wait long for him to reward my efforts. He started to moan softly and knowing that all men love it, reached down and cupped his swollen balls in my hand.

I worked my other arm behind the seat and pulled his crotch closer to my face. He started to fuck my mouth with long, deliberate strokes.

His car filled with a symphony of wet, lurid sex... the alpha male softly moaning in the background, the hot liquid slurping of the serving whore filling the air with an obscene cadence. The smell of semen and sweat was thick around me, facedown in my lovers lap, and I started getting hard again as I felt the ridged head of his penis sliding in and out of me, tasting his cream for the first time as it oozed slowly from his leaking penis.

I swallowed his gorgeous cock again and again, until finally he arched his back and pumped his strong lean hips once, twice and then... on the third, while calling out to god and all the blessed saints, he gushed his warm, delicious seed into me. I thrilled at the earthy, alkaline taste that suddenly flooded my mouth, and almost came again. He gasped over and over as he pumped his juice into me, and yes, I swallowed it all, every last drop of his precious sperm. I had done it. 

I had sucked off my first man, and I loved it. 

At that, he pulled up his slacks and straightened himself out. I started to do the same but he stopped me, saying how much he loved seeing me just like that. That he wanted me to stay exactly as I was, covered with jism, looking like a streetwalker, and I did... feeling like a complete whore, yet excited and pleased with what I had done. 

I rode the entire way back to his place, sitting right up next to him, totally aware of what I must look like. Completely glazed with cum, we drove the entire length of the city, all through downtown and then along the Queensway until finally, thankfully, we reached the garage of his townhouse in Kanata.

Chapter 4

The night was surreal. It was like a dream sequence straight out of a pornographic movie, and by early morning I had coaxed many loads from him with my hands and mouth, spraying his semen all over me until finally... towards dawn, in the early hours of the morning, I surrendered to him completely. I spread my legs for him, offering up my cherry and reveling in whoreish delight as he slowly penetrated my hot, tight anus... allowing him to finally slip that beautiful hard prick into me. 

He penetrated me slowly, with the gentleness and the supreme confidence of a man who had taken other men, knowing that he was my first. He was and always will be someone absolutely special in my life. He took me completely. Feeling him deflower me like a bride on her wedding night, his gorgeous penis filling me to the brim, and when I was ready for it... fucking me hard, like a total slut. 

He hammered me into the mattress, the tortured springs squeaking loudly, protesting as our bodies welded together in that insane mating dance. His heavy balls slapped obscenely against my ass, and I felt my wicked soul starting the long, slow burn of Hellfire. 

I started to cry out uncontrollably... he splayed my hips open with those powerful thighs and ejaculated deep inside of me... he stiffened and roared like an animal, filling my tight split with his seed.

I became his woman at that exact moment.

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The above events are actually true, and outline the details of my first homosexual affair which took place in the summer of 2009 right here in Ottawa. 

Being the first time I had ever experienced sex with another man, I can say without reservation that I will remember that night for the rest of my life. This good looking, buff and sexually charged man had been hitting on me all night while playing pool at a local bar... and after last call, offered me a ride home. 

Since I lived quite close at the time (a lot of you would know the bar, a very popular pool hall in the East End) I naturally accepted, and quite happily so. After all, why walk when you can ride? 

How would I know the entire game would change with just a simple kiss?

At any rate, I just wanted to share all of this with you, finally. Put down to paper and out into the ethereal web, for all to see.

I will also state this unequivocally and without prejudice. I am glad that he introduced me to this lifestyle, as I now sleep with and enjoy both men and women equally. I enjoyed dating him for the many months that I was his lover, and am grateful for his gentleness and patience while instructing me in the many erotic pleasures he had me perform on him and with him.

Those sensual, almost sinful acts that I now use to please the men I sleep with.

I still enjoy women on occasion, but find myself attracted to big, strong brutes more often than not. I enjoy being seduced... I love the incredible rush you get being laid out on some messed up bed in a cheap, overheated motel room... feeling like a complete slut as your new lover jacks your legs up over his big powerful shoulders and penetrates you for the first time. Feeling him ejaculate into you, submitting yourself completely to yet another dominant, virile male. 

Ottawa, April 2014



Laid Bare in London



She was nervous as hell. For the first time in all this she was beginning to have second thoughts. Alan would have none of it though and insisted she went through with it. In his late forties, he was more than twenty years older than she, just less than six feet tall with a slim build, he worked out at the gym and it showed. Beth followed him up the stairway of the dingy, run down house in London’s Kentish Town district to meet the friends he’d told her about.

The two had met in an Internet chat room a few months earlier. She was a sophisticated, well-educated American girl; though one who had seldom traveled beyond her native shores, he was a man of dubious background, always economical with the answers to prying questions. She was surprised when he had put up the airfare for her visit. They had got on well yes, but three hundred pounds was a lot of money for a guy who didn’t seem to have a regular income.

Their Internet chats had, almost inevitably focused upon sex and sexuality. She’d made it clear she was a very experienced woman, no stranger to lesbian experiences and all manner of deviant sex games. The fact that most of this had been pure fantasy was lost on Alan; she didn’t or hadn’t had the nerve to tell him. Certainly in the three days since her arrival there lovemaking had been torrid. They had fallen into bed almost immediately and the results had been spectacular, Beth melting into his maleness at first, as he forced an aggressive pace. As things settled and the initial afterglow subsided, she explored him with her deft touch and he returned the compliment, caressing and kissing her gently, all over her firm young body, reducing her close to orgasmic tears as wave after wave of powerful emotion smouldered then blazed through her very being. 

On the second day though he had referred to her previous Internet boasts of multiple partners and deviant experiences with extreme relish. It was obvious that Alan was hugely turned on by this side of Beth. He found himself liking her immensely, and caring for her in more than just an avuncular way. They were on the same wavelength in so many ways. The darkside they both shared was merely an additional thrill as the relationship began to bond into something very special. For her part, Beth was only too willing to continue the lies, eager not to displease him. As a foreigner in a strange land she felt somehow dependant and obliged to be compliant.

As they fucked for hours on that second day, pausing only to eat and drink for a while, Alan told her of his acquaintance Marcus, an amateur filmmaker whose hobby in life was to amass as much photographic and movie equipment as possible. He had hit a hard time lately, recently divorced and having had to sell his house and car to pay off the demands of his greedy ex-wife. He needed a ‘helping hand,’ Alan had explained. Together with Joe, Marcus’ uncle, they had hit on the idea of making some pornographic movies and circulating them in the flourishing underground market that existed in London. The only problem was, he went on to explain, was the lack of a willing girl who wouldn’t charge an exorbitant fee. Moreover, one would relish the chance of a good fucking and had no fear of being recognised (she’d soon be back in the U.S.A. after all).

It began to dawn on Beth that Alan had an additional and ulterior motive for bringing her across the Atlantic. She panicked inwardly as the realisation dawned into place. But her dilemma was clear, did she go along with the plan or reveal herself a complete charlatan? Sure she’s had a few lovers of both sexes, but never indulged in anything really kinky. The net bravado was a form of release, therapy if you like, and where was the harm in it? Alan had seemed a trustworthy guy. The offer of a holiday in London had been just to good to refuse.

She decided to play along.

On the fourth day of her visit they entered a huge old three storey Victorian terraced house, which would have been built originally for wealthy families towards the end of the nineteenth century. The couple ascended the staircase to the second floor, Alan walking confidently and assertively, she tremulous, not having spoken for a few minutes. The dimly lit hallway lent a seedy feel to the old building. As Alan knocked at the door of flat 12, she was almost shaking. 

Marcus welcomed them in. He was an attractive guy, about thirty-five years old, slim, with the most amazing hair. Long dreadlocks, unusually thick and profuse for a white guy, hung down his back, a magnificent mane of tangled hair. Beth reckoned there was about seven years of untrained growth on his head. A brief Neanderthal fantasy flashed across her mind as she pictured Marcus at the height of sexual passion, that jungle of hair spilling over her stomach as he ravaged her pussy with his mouth.

He poured her a drink - a very large vodka. Almost as soon as he handed the glass to her, another man emerged from the kitchen. ‘Hiya’ they greeted the new arrivals. Joe, the oldest of the three was a stocky man in his late fifties, shaven headed and powerfully built, with a winning smile and a disarming twinkle in his bright eyes. Beth knew she could get along with him, and fears of an afternoon of pure hell began to recede slightly as the vodka slipped down and her glass was recharged.

As they chatted, Marcus was inspecting his array of camera hardware and had selected a particularly hi-tech looking specimen. "So Al," he asked, "we going to get it on with Beth soon or what?" 

Alan sat next to his new lover on the couch, took her glass out of her hand and said "it’s time to play baby"...Whether it was the vodka or her affection for Alan, she didn’t know, but it felt so right as she prepared to surrender, whatever he wanted to take from her. He draped an arm around her and they kissed. She was wearing a faded tie-dye tee shirt and tight jeans, sports socks and trainers.... Alan had insisted on this saying " we won’t be interested in frilly fripperies Beth baby, we’ll just want you naked as soon as possible!"

As he kissed her he slipped a hand underneath her tee shirt, moulding his hand to the shape of her firm and prettily pert breasts. He rolled her right nipple gently in his hand and the instantaneous erection excited him. Through the corner of her eye, she saw Joe, a total stranger, beginning to rub his cock through the bulge in his pants.

"A dry run first," said Marcus, putting down the camera carefully, "we’ve got all day and I want to practice some moves." Alan broke away from his kiss saying starkly, "get your kit off girl."

Beth, lost in a kind of obedience inspired trance, now complied without thinking. Seconds later she stood there in her naked glory, a lost girl in a strange land about to be devoured by natives, in the nicest possible way.

Alan had told the guys she was very experienced. This helped to put aside their inhibitions for in truth, none of these three men had done this kind of thing before. Alan took the initiative, naked save for a sleeveless black cotton top, he embraced her...she felt the strength in his well toned arms, a hug turned to an exploration, his hands sliding down her back. A millisecond later he had whisked her up into his arms and marched her to the bedroom through an adjoining door.

When the door closed behind the three men it was as though the entire mood of the group had changed. From being benign and kind they seemed to have left all that behind as Alan almost threw her onto the bed. She flushed as she surveyed the three men before her. All with growing erections. The similar sized cocks, all uncut and above the mythical average length of six inches had a healthy girth too, especially Joe’s, who was the oldest of the three men. It was he who fell upon her kissing her mouth, roughly. His tongue pressing eagerly into her mouth with a fervour that suggested he hadn’t done this in a while. She felt her legs being prised apart and realised it was Marcus examining her pussy briefly before attaching his mouth to her mound, licking tentatively at the folds of her sweet pussy. She couldn’t help but open her legs wider to allow this sensuous serpent free and more open access. She grabbed a handful of his wild-man hair and thrust herself into his devouring mouth. As Joe began to straddle her she noticed Alan, cock in hand and rubbing gently as he watched and delighted in the scene.... his younger charge, his American import, about to be ravaged. He was biding his time, contemplating an entry, yet didn’t want to give up on this voyeuristic view just yet.

Joe placed his knees at either side of Beth’s slim frame. His veined cocked, angrily erect, foreskin rolled back, hovering like a weapon above her head. " Lick my balls you little slut," he demanded. She had little choice, but showed no sign of doubts as her tongue flicked around the hanging scrotum; Joe wanking furiously as she tantalised his overloaded sac, her viper like tongue writhing across his balls sending him wild. A few seconds of this was too much for Alan, he wanted a piece of the action. "Turn her over ... Beth! Get on all fours honey," he directed. She obliged without protest beginning to relish this scrutiny from three pairs of sex hungry male eyes, six equally voracious hands groping and exploring her firm body. Marcus, still feasting on her young cunt protested but to no avail. Alan was in charge here it was plain to see.

"Shut up! There’s plenty of time to eat the bitch. I want to see her sucking on Joe and me." The two of them knelt at her head as she assumed that classic fucking position - her cute rounded arse waving in the air, almost beckoning Marcus to push something somewhere, anywhere. Her mind was all over the place...she thought briefly of home...her safe, boring home.... and a veil of pure wickedness enveloped her...those straight bastards.... those boring blinkered fuckas.... she mused as she revelled in her new slut status.... the only status worth anything in the scene she now found herself. Mmmm she considered as hands groped, felt, kneaded and pulled on her...Mmmmm yesss I am just a fucking slut whore.... if only for today.... fuck anything else. Anybody else...fuck it! FUCK THEM!!!

She surrendered to the men’s demanding and incessant pace. Marcus had buried his cock deep into her moist and well-lubricated pussy, he was pounding into Beth now, uttering only the most basic primeval grunts, her tits wobbling and bouncing. This didn’t escape Al’s attention as he reached under her with one hand and tightly gripped a swaying nipple, twisting it until she shrieked out. "Aagh, yes, yess!" She began to spiral towards a plain she’d never reached before. "Oh!" She gasped, "Yesss, Yesss, Fuck meee!"

"Shut up you little whore," said Joe, offering... nay imposing his angry looking meat on to her sweet American mouth..."suck him you bitch,’’ ordered Alan, "suck that old fucking cock you cheap slut." She looked into Alan’s eyes as Joe began to fuck her mouth. What he saw in those eyes told him she was relishing every second of this and any final reservations he had about welfare dissolved as his basic instincts took over. The older man grabbed a handful of her long red hair and wrapped it tightly around his clenched fist, feeding her his gnarled meat as she switched her gaze to him.... he was in ecstasy as her cheeks billowed, and the form of his thick, stiff prick distorted the shape of her cheeks. He could see her delicate lips stretched tight around his shaft. Alan grabbed hair now and pulled her off Joe’s swollen knob...."Here Beth you Bitch.... I’ve got a fuckin’ present for you..." She began to feel slightly disorientated but still aware as Marcus inserted a finger into her arsehole, he loobed it up with her cunt juices and it was in to the hilt...this caught Joe’s eye...."Oh yes. Fuck her boy, fuck the bitches ass." The cock in her pussy was fucking hard with alternated strokes to the digit lodged up her tighter anus...she was enjoying the sensation as she looked up at Alan with those big green eyes, his cock completely filling her slut mouth. A lascivious leer on his face as he arrogantly bucked his hips, fucking her face.

Joe slid underneath her, keen to get a close view of the action as his nephew fucked this gift from heaven. He got a hand tight on her buttocks and spread her wider, slapping her arse in the process - she gagged on Alan. "Mmmmm, you like that don’t you Beth.... just a little slap.... you naughty girl.... you bad girl..."He withdrew his cock from her mouth, a slight look of deprived disappointment on her sweet face, he slapped her cheek with his cock, playfully at first then harder. She baulked slightly, but took it without protest, "We’re gonna fuck you senseless you little cheap slag............"

He re-inserted his knob into her mouth, shagged her gob again. At Joe’s insistence he had replaced Marcus’ finger with two of his own, from somewhere he’d produced a glob of Vaseline to loosen up the obliging orifice. The bitch was almost in full flight now.... but Alan wanted still more. " Marcus - get up here.... fuck her mouth.... I want her arse..." Almost as if obeying a military order the tousle haired stud pulled from her dripping cunt, replacing Alan at Beth’s head. He’s enjoyed the little slapping he’d seen and couldn’t resist a wack or two across her cheeks with his meat. Beth, who was proving a natural, was enjoying all of this and actually smiled as he punished her flexible cheeks. Her bright, shining eyes darting everywhere, focusing on male flesh and rampant cocks. Alan bade Joe to turn around and slide further under Beth, whose arched back was now glistening with sweat. "Knob her cunt..." Joe managed to ease his cock into Beth’s love hole without any problem and grasping her hips again he began to push up and down.... fucking the eager little slut with some aplomb. 

Alan could see her head bobbing up and down on Marcus’ dick and eager for some good hard fucking he worked first a couple of fingers into her back passage. Clinically and methodically he fucked them in, out, in, out, stretching her little shit hole ever wider the deeper he went. Beth was in rapture, moaning, groaning.... all thoughts abandoned now, just an animalistic urge and desire to fuck, suck and fuck some more.

Alan was growing even harder and introduced his cock to Beth’s little anal ring. Savouring the sight as he began to insert it slowly, the helmet disappearing into her back box...mmm stretched tight around it...Joe still fucking her cunt.... He slapped her ass twice, hard, which didn’t faze her at all... He worked the rest of his rock hard cock deep up her ever-yielding asshole. The feeling was more than exquisite, a tight, warm sheath of fucking pleasure.... totally unnatural, not where nature intended...but all the more satisfying for that he powered into her as she emitted muffled cries and shrieks, stifled by Marcus’ cock plugging her dirty little mouth. The sweat on his brow formed quickly as he and Marcus exchanged an intense stare - they were fucking the hell out of this willing bitch. It was a power trip of the highest order; she had melted to putty in their hands and abandoned herself to their every whim. She had spread her labia with the index and ring finger of her left hand...the middle finger was furiously self-pleasing her clitoris, inducing paroxysms of lust and abandon. 

The inevitable explosion was not long in coming...Alan felt Joe’s knob shagging Beth’s quim through the thin membrane dividing these glorious orifices.... It was an extra thrill to feel him taking her twat.... Marcus unloaded first...she couldn’t cope with the oral flood and thick steamy semen dribbled down from the corners of her mouth.... a millisecond later Joe’s climax flooded her pussy with plumes of equally viscous seed...Alan still powering into her arsehole could contain him self no longer and as wave after wave of orgasm consumed his new lover, he felt the ecstasy mount in his loins as ropes of gooey cum. Wodges of the stuff shot in spectacular fashion up Beth’s ravaged ass. "MMmmmmmmmmm babeeeeee," he groaned, barely audible as the three men collapsed on to Beth’s sweat soaked and totally used nubile form...she had streaks of cum on her lips and cheeks, her matted, now unkempt hair affording a delightfully dishevelled look as she turned to Alan and smiled sweetly, that smile of the damned, a wanton smile that screamed, "I’m a wicked bitch, but you love me for it."

He gazed with wonderment and a kind of twisted admiration for her...smiled back...and wondered how he had gotten so lucky.



Laid Down the 'Laws'



In the late sixties, "Garage Bands" were abundant. Our community was no exception. I had great rhythm in my head but was unable to make my hands play the necessary instruments. Light shows were also a great part of the total experience. With the beat going on in my head, I was a natural in controlling all the knobs and switches that would earn me the right to be "Part of the Band".

In almost every area of town were Recreation Centers where they would hold and sponsor a "Battle of the Bands" contests. We played many of the venues and also toured surrounding towns and local schools for dances and the like. We didn't really have what you'd call "Groupies", that followed you from one gig to the other, although some chicks seemed to be at most places.

One girl comes to mind right off. Her name was Robin and she would be at all the "Battle of the Bands" a contest at Maxwell Recreation Center, which we entered every time. Several bands would be set up around the gymnasium, as many as 6. The lights would go out as the bands played. Only the light show from the bands would light up the gym. With the multicolored spotlights, strobe lights, kaleidoscopes, water projectors and other special effects we had created, seemed to mesmerize Robin. I would watch her from my chair behind the lighting control console next to the stage. She would be gently swaying as if in a trance. I would watch her and try to send a telepathic pulse to make her look my way.

Robin was tall, about 5' 8" with a slender build. Mini skirts and halter tops were the general dress for most of the girls of the time. Robin was no exception. Her skirts were always very short. So short in fact that the bottom of her asscheeks would show with almost any and every move she made. Her halters and crop tops were the type that would tie in the back and of course no bra was worn and her breasts were very firm. Guys would try to untie her top in hopes to see those pert breasts. As those boys would try their little games, she would push them away or slap at them. Between advances she would turn her attention back to the show. I put the strobe lights on during the organ and drum duet of "Magic Carpet Ride" by Steppenwolf, which we extended for more impact. I leaned back in my chair and lit a cigarette. Sending my "Hey, Look over here." waves her way. I was hopeful this time. Then our eyes met. With a big smile and a stir between my legs, I gave her a little wave. To my surprise, she smiled and with her arm bent at the elbow and her hand next to her breast, she wiggled her fingers in what I found to be a teasing wave back. 

After our "Set" was over we waited to see if we would continue in the "Battle". The next band started and we headed outside to cool down and have a smoke. Just before going out the door, I looked back inside and Robin was talking to hot looking chick that was also at Maxwell's contests. Robin pointed towards the door and the girl looked my way and nodded. Robin started walking across the wooden gym floor. Those long legs carried her sensual frame with fluid motion. It was as if she were gliding instead of walking. I always knew angels glided.

I went on outside with the guys, pretending not to notice her coming my way. We stopped just outside and began discussing whether or not we would be called back and if we were, what songs to play. As Robin pushed open the inner doors, I saw that she was looking right at me. Excusing myself from the other guys, I slowly walked to the corner of the building. Robin pushed the outer doors open next to the guys and her gaze searched quickly for me. I made sure she saw me, as I went around the corner of the building. I knew that if she was really looking or coming for me that it would only be a couple of seconds till we met.

I leaned against the building. It was the darker side and was perfect for our first encounter. I took a deep breath and a long drag from my Marlboro. I heard a voice, soft and low, "Hello?" I turned my head and there she was, peering around the corner. She smiled and came on around in full view. I was actually stunned by her beauty.

Robin's hair was straight and shoulder length. Cut in a shag. Her bangs were cut straight and touched her thin eyebrows. She had big round eyes, I couldn't tell the color, due to the darkness but her eye make up was perfect. She wore no facial make up because her face was tanned and didn't need any. Her luscious lips were full and painted bright red and as she smiled she revealed perfect white teeth.

"Hello," I said. "My name is Bill and may I ask your name?"

"Robin," she responded.

"How do you like our band?" trying to make conversation.

"You guys are really boss. My sister and I dig the way you do the lights. We always come when we see that you're on the posters."

"Yeah I've seen you here several times but I didn't think you noticed me." I said, kind of whiney.

"I watch you all the time. I was just afraid that you wouldn't talk to me. I figured you already had a date here." She responded.

"I never bring a chick with me because I hope that I will make a new friend. Would you be interested in hanging out with me by the stage and on breaks?" I asked. 

Robin stepped closer, put her hands on my hips, lifted her head and kissed me. Her lips were moist and slippery. Our tongues toyed with one another's and probed in and out. Breaking off, she asked, "Did that answer your question?"

"Yeah, may I have another?" I hoped she'd say yes. She pressed her body full onto me, pushing me against the wall. I felt her firm tits against me. Our legs were between one another's and our pelvises rubbed together. Our making out lasted several minutes. Then, face-to-face our tongues circled and flicked and licked.

I asked, "Would you like to go over to the pits, or would you want to sit in my friends car?"

With a smile, she said, "It's a pretty warm night, why don't we go to the pits. Besides I like playing around outside."

With no objection on my part, I took her hand and went to find my band members to see what was happening.

Robin went to the bathroom while I talked to the guys. We made it to the next round and had about 30 minutes until we were on again. This was perfect, I thought, as I saw Robin come out of the bathroom with the dark haired chick. They talked for a minute and looked my direction. Robin and the chick walked up to me and Robin introduced me. "Bill, this is my older sister, Patsy."

"Hi," I said." Robin said you all are going to the pits." Patsy queried.

"Well, you better be nice to her and not hurt her or I'll have to kick your ass."

"I promise. I'll be the perfect gentleman." I said sincerely.

"Good, now have fun." Patsy said, smiling as she patted Robin's firm ass. "We will, Bill guaranteed it." Giggling Robin took my hand and off we went. The "Pits" was a place where kids rode their bikes and some kids had dirt bikes and motorcycles. The dirt bikers shared the mounds of soft dirt with the bicyclists. The rows and mounds were like the hills of dirt or gravel that you park on at a drive-in only taller. You would have to walk to the top of the mounds in order to see into the next valley. There were outcrops of bushes along the hills except where the bike trails were. Robin and I strolled along with our arms around our waists. Deeper into the pits we walked. Stopping occasionally between mounds to get us worked up by standing close and entwining our legs, making out with no regard of our surroundings. A large brushy area, very dense, appeared and we made our way to the secluded greenery. It evidently had been visited before, because there were a couple of large pieces of fairly new cardboard lying next to the bushes. Like the cardboard I knew I'd be laying or getting laid by those bushes.

We sat down with our arms about each other. Robin's legs were together. Her knees bent and her feet flat on the ground. The short skirt covered very little. My eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly. Her slender legs were smooth and shapely. My hand glided easily from her ankle, up over her knee, and back down the underside of her silky thighs. I gently brushed my fingers across her panties. Robin's hidden pussy was warm and wet. There was no conversation as we proceeded to quench our lustful desires. We made out heavily and greedily groped one another. Robin stood up; I thought she was going to leave.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"The only place I am going," she paused and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the ground. Hooking her thumbs in the waist of her panties, she slid them over her tight buttocks. Wriggling from side to side, they fell atop the skirt. "Like I was saying," she whispered, "The only place I am going is down on you." My heart skipped a beat as she straddled me. Her neatly trimmed pussy hovered above my cock. The pants I wore that night were custom made. Very low cut hip huggers. Tight from my crotch to my knees and then flared out to giant bell-bottoms. Being as tight as they were and also a thin material, my cock had a hard time finding the space to get ready for her hot pussy. The crotch was so tight that you could easily see my cock expanding and the ridge around the head was clearly visible. Robin didn't wait for my cock to burst out. Her hands expertly unsnapped my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped the 4-inch zipper. 

I pulled my pants down over my ass and with the freedom from its confinements; my cock grew hard, instantaneously. Robin's smooth body lay atop me. She gently rubbed against me with her firm tits. Kissing my neck softly her lips made their way down my body and with no hesitation, slipped my rigid cock between her lips. Her mouth and throat surrounding my pulsing member made me hump her face as if I were fucking her pussy. After only a couple of minutes I was about to shoot my load into her mouth. Robin withdrew her face from my crotch and without missing a stroke she straddled me and sank her hot snatch onto my stiff shaft. Almost immediately, Robin had her first orgasm. I could feel the wetness of her pussy increase and trickle onto my balls and thighs. She quivered and let out a moan as she ground her pubic mound hard against mine.

I continued to fuck her as if we had just begun. We rolled over, me on top. My arms holding my upper body up off her. I looked down at this angels face. Robin hooked her legs up around my waist.

"Harder, harder, harder, fuck me harder, bump my pussy hard, that's it, ooohhhh yeah!" Robin came again with more ferocity than before. I felt my balls contract as I blasted a heavy load of cum into her. 

We slowly humped as we both let our orgasms surge through our bodies. Savoring every feeling and sensation. Our sweaty bodies pressed together we rolled onto our sides. My cock still inside her, we softly made out. Between wet kisses, Robin whispered, "I've never been with a boy who didn't cum before I did, in fact I usually don't get to cum at all."

"I try to do my best." I replied.

"Will you come over sometime?" Robin asked, smiling.

"Yeah I'd like that." Smiling back.

We got up and dressed, watching her every moment as she watched me and went back to the Rec. Center. My band played the next set and during the trophy presentation, Robin and her sister stood next tome. The third place band received their award. I had my arm around Robin's shoulders. Her arm was around my waist. Her other hand was holding mine against her breast.

Suddenly I felt someone's hand on my ass, and then it moved down to my inner thigh. I looked at Robin; she was looking up at the stage. The roaming hand moved slightly up and down and gently all around my ass and up between my legs. I looked at her sister and our eyes met. The girl smiled slightly and winked at me as she puckered her lips gently together and kissed the air sending her thoughts and actions directly at me. Not knowing how to react, seeing as how I had just fucked her sister, I just smiled and hoped Robin wouldn't notice her sister molesting my ass and crotch.

We took second place that night and with that announcement, Robin turned to me and kissed me hard. Before leaving Robin gave me her address and phone number and told me to give her a call.

A few minutes later as I was packing up the equipment her awesome sister, with the roaming hands, handed me piece of paper. Written on it was her phone number and address. She said, almost demandingly, "Call and come over anytime during the day." She gave me a short peck on the cheek and a quick squeeze of my ass and added, "Tomorrow would be good."

" Alright, I'll call about noon." I said.

"That'll be perfect." Responding quickly.

She disappeared out the door. Tomorrow wouldn't come quick enough for me.

After tossing and turning most of the night, the sun finally pierced the darkness. I watched the clock and tried to keep busy to help make the time pass a little quicker. Nothing seemed to help, 7, 8, 9 O'clock came and went. I was going to wait until 11 O'clock to make my call, but anticipation and expectations of what may occur overwhelmed me. I picked up the phone, glanced at the kitchen clock and started to dial the number that was scribbled on the crumpled paper. It was only 10 O'clock. Was I too early? Should I hang up? What am I going to say? My mind was racing. Suddenly the phone was answered. A sultry voice, sounding as if I had wakened her, greeted me.

"Hello?" the voice asked.

"Uh hi." I stammered.

"Who is this?" The girl asked, sounding a little more awake now.

"This is Bill. I met you at Maxwell last night. I'm with the band. You know, I run the light show?" Trying to give her all the info I could. I wasn't sure to whom I was speaking to. It could have been Robin, her sister or even their mother, for all I knew. The voice perked up and said, "Hi, I'm glad you called. Will you be able to come over?" I didn't hesitate, "Yeah, what time is good for you?"

"Ummmm let me think. You did catch me in bed and I'm just waking up. So how about noonish?" She asked.

"I'll be there." I responded, not even knowing whom I was actually making a date with.

"I can hardly wait." She sounded excited.

"Ok, I'll be there around twelve." I promised. The voice said "Bye" and the phone clicked to a dial tone. My heart was pounding as I put the receiver down in its cradle. YES! I exclaimed inside. I jumped into the shower and was ready to go in no time. Looking at the slip of crumpled paper, I studied the address and realized that they lived only 5 blocks away.

The clock on the wall chimed once telling me it was 11:30 am and I headed out. 

I rode that five blocks on my bike in record time. I dumped my bike in the yard and hurried onto the porch. I was early and I hoped it wasn't too early. A quick check of my appearance and I knocked on the door. There was no answer for a few minutes. At the same instant that I was about to knock again, the door swung open. Expecting to see the girl's mother, I was pleasantly surprised to see Patsy.

"Hi, remember me?" I asked. Pushing open the screen door, Patsy stepped out with one foot on the porch and the other just inside. Her arm outstretched to hold the screen for me. The dark hair that framed her smooth, non-blemished face was shiny and flowed like silk. She was wearing some type of a robe. It was actually more like a smoking jacket. The jacket was short and I could see the satin smooth, tanned legs. The hem started at the intersection of her upper thighs and the beginning of her slightly revealed firm and golden buttocks. The short jacket was being held closed only by a rope like belt and it was not tied very tightly. In fact it was so loosely tied that it almost wasn't tied at all. With her arm extended holding the door, as it was, made the jacket open at her shoulders. My eyes followed the opening down. Looking at the creamy skin and stopped at her bronze tanned breasts. The "V" shape of the lapels on the jacket was opened and the edges ran just on the edge of the darker circle around her nipples. I couldn't stop the tingling that was developing in my pants. There was no telling home much time had passed or even how long I stared at her body. I heard Patsy's voice, "Bill, why don't you come on in."

Taking my eyes away from her tits, I quickly scanned her exposed front again. Patsy's tan was golden and perfect. Her very smooth and supple skin seemed to invite me to touch and caress it. The next thing I knew Patsy grasped the top of my hip huggers at the belt buckle and more or less pulled me inside, closing the door behind us. The living room was fairly dark. Patsy had the draperies closed most of the way. Allowing only a sliver of light to cut through the darkness. The house was very quiet. Patsy crossed in front of me. Turning on a lamp on the table next to the sofa. With the added light I was once again was able to admire her very hot body.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked.

"Anything?" I taunted as I sat down near the center of the sofa.

"Well, yes at least anything that I am able to give you." Patsy answered.

"Hmm, let me see, I really like that jacket you are wearing. Do you think it would fit me?" I asked.

Without saying a word, Patsy stepped in right front of me. Her legs were slightly apart. She placed her feet on either side of mine.

"I don't know." She whispered as she slowly untied the loose-knotted belt. Patsy rolled her shoulders back as she opened the jacket allowing the garment to slide gently over them. Holding her arms straight down and slightly behind her, the jacket slid down and landed in a heap behind her.

Leaning forward and reaching for the jacket, I placed one hand on the side of her tender thigh. Immediately goose bumps appeared and covered her naked leg. My other hand reached down and behind her for the jacket, which put my face right at hip level. I could hardly believe this was happening. After all, I did fuck her sister Robin the night before. Never the less, here I was, my face 2 inches from Patsy's neatly trimmed snatch. Instead of picking up the jacket, I started at Patsy's ankle and lightly began to run my fingertips up her leg. Her legs were firm and extremely smooth. Gently stroking Patsy's calves and my hands making their way upwards behind her knees. I traced the small triangular shape of her short, neatly cropped pubic area with my tongue. The scent of her womanhood combined with the suntan oil excited me. I caressed the back of her thighs. Patsy began slowly thrusting her hips back and forth as I grasped her tight ass with both hands. Spreading her legs further apart allowing me to put my tongue right at the opening of her now moist pussy.

"Lick me, lick my slit!" she moaned.

I pulled her snatch into my face and ran my tongue between her pussy lips. With my nose buried in her trimmed bush and my tongue licking between her legs and then circling her clit. I slowly slid my tongue between her now open pussy. Getting as much of her cunt juices as I could.

"I want to fuck you with my tongue." I muttered from between her legs. As if we had been together many times before. We changed positions without say a word. Lying down on my back, resting my head on the arm of the couch. I watched Patsy as she straddled my head. With one foot on the floor and her knee on the arm of the sofa, next to my head she slowly lowered her snatch closer to my face. The pussy before me was probably the hottest and best-looking pussy I had ever seen. Where as I don't turn down many chicks that want me to eat them out. Some pussies don't look too appetizing but Patsy's was the exception. It was the most appealing I had seen to this date. I could hardly wait for her to plant that cunt directly onto my face. I took my eyes away from her approaching vagina and looked up her smooth flat stomach and saw her rubbing and pinching her nipples. Our eyes met and she licked her lips and smiled.




Laid Down the 'Laws'



"Are you ready to have me for a snack?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

"I don't want just a snack. I want to have a full course meal and dessert." Replying from between her thighs.

"Oooo good, well here comes the first course." She moaned. Even before her glistening cunt reach my lips, I felt the heat emanating from her crotch. I stuck my tongue out to meet her wet and hot pussy as it descended upon my mouth. With probing licks, I tongued her slit, opening her lips and making deep long strokes up and down. Patsy began telling me how she wanted me to eat her and I followed her instructions to the letter, every lick and suck. Moving back and forth and up and down, she humped my face. Her pussy soaking my chin, cheeks and pouring her juices into my mouth. Patsy's pussy was delicious. With every movement she became wetter and wetter. Patsy's moaning began to get louder and soon she reached down grasping my head with both hands. She pulled my face hard into her sopping pussy. I sucked and licked her and bit down on her clit, flicking the stiff bud with the tip of my tongue.

"Drink my juice. Ohhh yeahhh, Do me, Yes, Yes, YES, I'm gonna cum all over your face!" she said loudly. Without responding, as if I could with a mouthful and a face full of her horny cunt. I worked even harder and faster on making her reach the impending climax. Patsy's whole body was wet and glistening with sweat. Looking up at her, she had her head thrown back, mouth open licking her lips as though she herself was eating her pussy. Wriggling about wildly, a bead of sweat formed between her tits and as it traveled down it collected others as it ran down her slick body. I ran my hands up her back and then to her tits, pressing them together and pinching her nipples.

"EAT ME, YES, Bite my clit you nasty fucker." She yelled. I obliged her and at that instant the flood of her orgasm soaked my nose, cheeks and chin. Gulping and lapping as fast as I could, I drank as much as she let loose. As soon as the flow slowed, Patsy relaxed a little but held her position on my face. Continuing to lick her gently, I circled her clit and nibbled on it. Within just a minute or two she had another climax. Not as large as the last but still a satisfying one none the less. Figuring that was my desert I lapped and sucked the remaining juices from her as she slowly humped my super soaked face.

Patsy lifted herself from me and knelt down beside the sofa. I groaned and licked my lips," You taste so good, I could stay between your thighs all day."

"MMmm, you ate my pussy like no one ever has and I would let you live between my legs if it were possible." She said with a big smile. Patsy gently ran her tongue up my neck, which was still wet with her cunt juices and licked all around my lips before plunging her slippery tongue deep into my mouth. We moaned together as we made out. Our kiss broke off and Patsy said, "Robin should be home at anytime, so I better clean us up and get dressed before she gets here." Patsy must have anticipated or planned our encounter because a damp towel appeared from beside the couch and she gently wiped my face and neck, then rocked back on her heels and wiped the inside of her thighs and then her beautiful pussy. I will never forget that sight. I sat up on the sofa and lit a cigarette as she stood up.

"You have a very hot body." I told her. She bent over at the waist placing her hands on her knees. Pressing her tits together with her arms she looked at me and said, "Well, you can have it at anytime and at anyplace you want. Just say when and where and I'll be there naked and ready for you to do me again and again." She turned and wiggled her bare ass at me and disappeared down the hall and into a room.

Not a minute later the living room was flooded with light. I quickly looked towards the front door. A familiar voice came from the silhouette that was framed in the bright daytime light. It was Robin. "Well hello Bill." She said as if she was glad to see me. "Hi." I replied. "You told me to come see you. So I called and Patsy told me to come over. I hope you wanted me to.

"How long have you been here?" Robin asked.

"Oh, I don't know, probably 30 to 45 minutes." I responded as I shifted on the sofa and gazed at the tall slender and sexy beauty before me.

"Is Patsy here?" Robin asked as she sat down beside me. With her thigh touching mine I answered pointing down the hall, "Yes, she's back there somewhere."

Being a hot and humid midsummers day, Robin's moist skin glistened in the bright light. Her perfume mingled perfectly with the slight scent of perspiration. I was becoming more aroused by the minute. Robin took my hand and placed it on her tight young thigh. We gazed into one another's eyes. She had big beautiful greenish blue eyes accented by light blue eye shadow and long eyelashes, enhanced by mascara. She smiled and asked, "Did Patsy keep you entertained while you waited for me to get home?" Cautiously I answered," Yes, she knows how to, uh, make a person feel right at home."

"Let's get comfortable." Robin suggested. I agreed, as we shuffled on the couch and lay down on our sides facing each other. Snuggling closer, we pressed our bodies together. Beginning with little light kisses our lust took over. Robin was scantily clad due to the hot day. A halter-top that tied in back, a pair of blue jean cut offs that was missing the top button. They were so short that they exposed the area where her ass cheeks and legs meet. Only a small section of material connected the front with the back between her legs. I was lying on the inside and Robin nearest the edge of the sofa. Robin was getting hotter by the second. My tongue made its way from her succulent lips and mouth to her petite ear. Circling around, my wet, probing tongue must have hit the right spot. As I licked from her ear lobed to the backside of her ear and the soft skin where the ear and head meet, Robin squirmed and moaned. The horny girl in my arms raised her leg and slid her hand down my back. Without pausing her slender fingers slid past the belt line of my pants and grasped my buttocks. With a squeeze she pulled my hips and now bulging crotch into hers. My cock was rock hard and pressed solidly against her pubic mound. We slowly humped and ground ourselves together. I reached back and untied the strings holding her halter on. Pushing it up in front setting her breasts free. Robin lifted my t-shirt up and over my head. Our bare skin felt so good together. I could feel her nipples against mine. Looking past her, I caught a glimpse of a figure in the hallway. 

Of course I knew who was there. My mind didn't wander far from the way Robin was making me feel, but I couldn't help but think of my recent encounter with Patsy.

My cock stiffened so hard it almost was painful as Robin pressed herself harder against me. We kissed passionately. I felt my pants being unfastened. The zipper going down and were being pulled down past my hips and my stiff cock. My couch partner began moaning loudly as my now exposed cock touched her bare stomach. Between heavy kissing and slurping tongue wrestling she whispered, "Oh yes, I want you, now." I felt some activity going on between our bodies. It was the same as I felt when my pants were being stripped off me. Robin's shorts were being pulled down over her smooth hips and silky thighs and ass. I opened my eyes and found that the person was her own nasty sister. Robin dug her nails into my back as she helped Patsy by kicking her shorts off her foot. My rigid shafts grinding against Robin's neatly trimmed pussy mound our lust intensified. I looked over Robin's shoulder and saw Patsy sitting on the floor in front of the sofa.

She hadn't gotten dressed as she said she was going to. Dressed only in a mans long-sleeved dress shirt. Unbuttoned all the way down and open enough to show most of her luscious tits. Her nipples were hard and made the shirt protrude outward. Patsy was watching us intently, her lips parted and her tongue circling around her soft lips. Our eyes met and with a smile the scantily clad vixen mouthed silently, "Do her." I smiled and flicked my tongue in and around Robin's ear while staring into her sisters' eyes. Nodding slightly Patsy again mouthed, "Do her." I winked at her as I felt Robin's fingernails begin to slowly stroke my buttocks and thigh. Still watching Patsy, Robin and I continued to grind our pelvises. Patsy got up on her knees and was now running her fingernails on both her naked sister and me. Robin's reaction to her sisters caressing made her gyrate her hips and hump my cock harder. I glanced down to watch Patsy. Scratching and feeling Robin's satiny skin from her knees up her muscular thighs and slowly over her tight ass.

Not stopping there she continued up her side following every curve and as her nails crossed the side of Robin's breast, Robin moaned and rolled slightly back, allowing her nipple to have better access to the roving fingernails of Patsy. At the same time Patsy was stroking my thighs and ass with her other hand. She leaned forward and our lips met. We exchanged tongues just above Robin's neck and the side of her head. Our noisy tonguing prompted Robin to turn her head to see Patsy and me making out heavily. With our mouths apart and our tongue dancing in mid air. With an approving moan Robin joined in the tongue wrestling. Still running her hand up and down the side of her delicious sister, Patsy reached between my thighs and wrapped her fingers around my cock. I backed my hips away from Robin's allowing Patsy to put my pulsing pole against the wet pussy between her sisters' legs. Now with my cock being pressed onto the steamy cunt by Patsy made Robin work her hips so that she could get the full length of my dick sliding on her pussy. Hot juices covered my member and Patsy's fingers. Which she would let go of my cock just long enough to put her wet fingers up to our three way kiss. We all eagerly licked and sucked the pussy juice covered fingers. She would then go for more to treat all of us again and again. On one trip down to collect the sweet nectar from between our legs, Patsy guided the head of my cock into her sisters dripping cunt. Still with her fingers around my cock she pushed it in further and further, letting go just long enough for me to bury my length into Robin. Making her gasp and moan, as she would grind her clit hard against my pubic bone. Patsy cupped my balls while Robin's pussy clamped itself around my buried cock. Patsy whispered to Robin, "Come on sis, cum all over his fucking cock. I want to see your cunt sauces cover his balls."

Robin pressed her hips harder against me, then she withdrew a couple of inches and banged back hard. She kept on backing off and slamming hard as her sister rubbed my pussy soaked cock on the outstroke and caressed my buttocks and my balls. Smearing Robin's pussy juices onto all of us. She would rub some on her own tits, making them glisten in the light. Our fucking heated up with the encouragement from Patsy.

"Give it to us Robin. We want you to soak us with your pussy juice." I agreed saying, "Oh yeah, give it to us. Fuck me with that tight pussy. It feels so fucking good being deep in your fucking wet cunt."

"Come on you nasty fucking slut. CUM NOW! Cum all over that raging hot cock of Bill's. You know you love his cock. You said last night that you were going to take all he's got, and make him cum hard in you. You know you're a Nympho, so come on you fucking cunt. Cum for us, now." Patsy coached.

"Oh God, here it comes. Get ready, get ready." Robin screamed. "Oh fuck, I love your fucking cock Oh yes, yes, yes." Robin came with a loud piercing scream and she began to shudder. Grabbing and holding me tight her pussy released. Her cum was hot as it flowed out over my cock and soaked my balls and ran over my ass. I felt it trickle down my ass. Our thrusts slowed, she ground her sopping pussy against me. My own climax was about to explode into her. When I suddenly felt fingers probing between my thighs and Robin's pussy. Hot breath brushed my tightening balls. A very talented tongue licked the sweet juices from my thighs and balls. Making my cum begin to rush its way up my shaft. I tried to hold it in for a second or two so that it would really squirt out hard and fast. The first blast went into Robin's hot pussy and in a split second Robin's dripping pussy slid off my ejaculating cock and hovered just above the exploding head. A hand grasped the pulsing cockmeat and held it pointing straight up, directly at the cunt above it. Cum continued to spew from my cock, but now there was someone intercepting the hot cum. Patsy was catching my load with her tongue and between swallows she as well as Robin and I watched the sticky, hot cum hit the open and dripping cunt. Patsy slid her head between the cum catching pussy lips and began to lap my cum and Robin's cunt cum from the steamy box. Patsy told us to lie on the floor, so we did. We lay side by side as Patsy licked us both clean.

There was no denying that Robin and Patsy had explored and enjoyed each other's fine attributes as they were growing up. I felt very fortunate to be chosen (so to speak) to add to their fun and sexual excitement and not to mention my own new chapter in my dairy of lust and sexual fulfillments. We all stood up in the middle of the room naked. We engaged in a three-way make out while our legs entwined and pressing our bodies as tightly together as we could. Tits against sweaty tits with all nipples erect and rubbing together. My cock got its second wind and was now sticking between their luscious bodies. The two pussies bumping together and my cock just below. The grinding action brought us all to a quick orgasm. With all genitals letting go and cumming, we hugged tightly and felt the flow of combined juices drip and trickle down our thighs and legs. Still in the three-way tongue kiss we slowed to a grinding stop. We all reached down between each others dripping crotches and with our juices mingled and cum covered fingers we giggled and licked one another's fingers.

The afternoon had been a long and it was now time to go. Robin and Patsy dressed me taking time to play and fondle themselves and me in the process. Escorted me to the door. Still completely naked they put their arms around each other. Their gorgeous bodies pressed together. They reached out for me and pulled me into them. We all kissed again with exploring tongues. Patsy whispered, "Well, Robin, I think you made a good choice for a boyfriend."

"Yes," Robin agreed, "And I bet he will let me or you or we fuck and suck each other again and again."

"I'd love that. How about you Bill?" Patsy asked, looking at me like she was ready to go again right then. I believe they would have too.

"Damn right. All you have to do is call me. And the same goes for them too. All they had to do was call. And they did and I did too.