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Bam

By: slick00



It was my 30th birthday, and the best one I have had yet. My wife of 8 years had just surprised me with a new 2002 Camaro convertible. She knew how much I wanted this car, but was too cheap to buy it myself. The car is beautiful white on white on white.

My wife and I have the typical marriage. We meet in our freshman year at college; we dated all four years and got married right after graduation. Since we still did not have children we are able to afford these types of things.

When I got home the garage door did not work so I came in the front door. It had not been a bad day but I thought things were going to change. My wife met my at the door with a hug and a kiss. When I asked about the garage I was told not to worry about it till after dinner. She did not want our dinner to get cold. Pam (My wife) was dressed nice as always.

Pam is conservative in nature so it is not like she was wearing a mini skirt, just a mid length one piece dress. With her height being 5'11" the dress did stop above the knees somewhat. I often wondered where a mini skirt would stop on her long legs. Perhaps they would show more than I would want in public.

Pam had worked hard on dinner, and as we sat and ate we conserved about our day. I had forgotten about the garage door not working. Pam was very attentive to every thing I needed. She was refilling my wine glass and giving me pecks every time she would get up for something. My mind began to wonder just what might be in store for dessert. 

After dinner I was helping Pam clear the table and when I got behind her I had to stop and glare at the perfect shape her hips were. The dress she had on hugged her hips and gathered tightly around her noticeably smaller waist. The only bad thing was being able to see the panty lines through the dress. Pam had tried thongs before but said they were uncomfortable for her. Since I was not the one wearing them how could I argue the point?

I came up behind her and kissed her neck as I pulled those lovely hips into my crouch. Pam surprised me by pushing her hip back into me. Pam turned to hug me and we kissed passionately in front of the sink. Pam suddenly pulled back a bit; it looked like a light went off in her head. With out saying anything she pulled me by the arm. At first I thought we were headed to the bedroom. I was surprised at the forwardness that Pam was showing as she was never the one to be aggressive.

But instead Pam turned right toward the garage and not the bedroom as I had hoped. Pam Seemed excited so I followed without losing my excitement either. Pam swung the door open and turned on the light. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! She exclaimed as I first set eyes on the Camaro. I hugged and kissed her I was so excited I lifted her off the ground and twirled her around.

"Go on take it for a spin and when you come back I'll be finished in the kitchen and have another surprise for you". 

I am normally always horny and will do just about anything to get Pam into bed but for now I wanted to check out my new car. Pam reminded me to hurry back as she had another surprise waiting for me. A quick thought was only a night of unbridled sex could top this surprise and Pam was way to conservative for that.

I had to move my other car out of the way in order to get the Camaro out. I dropped the top and went out for a spin. This car has plenty of power and is an ease to drive. I looked around and saw that I had been gone for thirty minutes. I had to get back; just as I turned quickly down my street I heard a noise.

Bam!!!

What was that noise? I looked around and did not see anything. I pulled into the drive; there was a sudden pain in my side. I must have hit my side against the door when I turned. I looked at the car and everything seemed fine. It must have been all in my mind.

I entered a quiet house just some mellow music in the background. The house looked different in a way. It must have been that the lights were very low. I could see a figure standing in the doorway of the bedroom. It was Pam she started towards me almost like she was floating almost like a dream. Now I could see Pam was wearing a red silk looking robe. Pam looked heavenly she had never worn anything so sexy the material was so thin I could see that underneath she had on a matching bra and panties set.

She came up to me with a huge smile, we hugged and kissed I immediately began to get hard. Maybe my dream of unbridle sex may come true. I was so surprised that my legs felt a little weak. In fact it seemed hard to stand. I turned Pam around to go back into the bedroom. Now I could see that the panties she had on were in fact thongs. Pam laid down on the bed she looked so inviting. I stood beside the bed still feeling weak and somewhat unable to move, almost as if I was trapped. I came to my senses and took off my clothes.

What is that burning smell? I looked around, oh yes I did not notice the candle earlier. But there was a strange smell to it. Pam turned my head away from the flame and kissed me. I touch the soft material that was encasing her wonderful body. I pulled on the rope that held her robe together. My hand went to Pam's smooth and flat stomach, she felt so soft. I kissed toward her ear and nibbled on her ear lobe. Pam began to make little noises just soft moans really. My hand came up to hold her face when I felt her hand touch my arm. Pam slowly put our hands together, our fingers intertwined and she placed my hand on her thigh just above her knee.

Again surprised by Pam's actions, I stopped my kisses and looked into her eyes. There was a passion I had never seen in her baby blue eyes. They looked intense almost sad. I suddenly realized that there was light in the room. Pam would always make sure the lights were off and she was covered when we made love. This was so dream like; Pam was opening up she was really giving me the ultimate birthday present. I look to my hand as it went farther up her thigh. Pam must have just shaved cause it felt so smooth.

The pain. Suddenly the pain on my side was back, but it left me just as quick. I must have really hit myself harder than I thought. I let my hand graze over her thong panties and moved it up to unsnap her bra. Pam had to move around a little to take her arm out of the robe and bra strap, but quickly they were pushed to just one side. Pam's breast looked as firm today as the first time I saw them. Her nipple harden as I lightly touch it.

"Oh god I love that, it feels so good. Will you lick for me"?

These words surprised me, as Pam never spoke as we made love before. I did not argue but lowered my mouth to her nipple. I let my tongue just lightly sweep across her nipple and I felt Pam's body shake. Now I lowered my hand down her stomach. I watched in an almost dream state as my hand went over Pam's transparent red thong. I sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as Pam opened her legs allowing my hand to cup her pussy. The heat between Pam's legs felt good. I was no longer interested in breast as I pushed her panty into her. That red string began to disappear into her clit. My head was now at her navel when I noticed that Pam must have shave her pussy. I could not see the normal patch of red hair that would stand out everywhere.

Why had I not noticed before? I just had to go down on her. I had to know the feeling of eating her clean-shaven pussy. I moved down a bit and pulled at the waistband of her thong. Pam lifted her lovely ass so I could remove them, one leg at a time her thong came off. I now saw that Pam left just a small patch of hair above her clit.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" Pam almost yelled.

So I climb up between her legs that were opened to me like never before. I was so horny that Pam was telling what she wanted for the first time that I was not about to disappoint her. I used one hand to open her lips and I could see her wetness glimmer, as my other hand lined my cock to her hole. Pam was so wet that my 8" cock slid in half way on the first stroke.

"Oh god yes, put it in me, Yes give me more"

I pushed more into Pam's warm pussy. I could feel her spasm as she came hard. Pam's eyes rolled back into her head and all I could see was white. I'm not exactly sure what Pam wanted to say but she was moaning the loudest moans. It was like so many words just so fast that you could not understand them. This had me so hot that as soon as I began to slide in and out of her I began to cum. I felt my own cock expand and release. I felt myself cum for what seemed like a full minute.

I felt a warmth ness on my fore head. I could believe I was sweating when I had cum so quickly. Now even though I rubbed it off with the back of my hand the sweat seemed to linger. Again I felt weak so I rolled onto my back. Pam lifted up and was all smiles.

"That was soo good, but you're not done yet"

At that moment I felt that my legs went numb. In fact I was not sure I could feel them at all. Pam reaches down to grab my ever-shrinking cock she looks me in the eyes and lowers her mouth to my cock. Pam has never sucked me to completion and has never sucked me after I had cum. Here was another first; Pam was doing everything to make this the best birthday ever. How could I ever repay her or how could this ever be topped? Just as Pam put me into her mouth I felt a stirring in my loins. Could I possibly be able to get hard that fast again? It had been years since we made love twice in one night and even then I had to wait 15 minutes.

Pam had me all the way in her mouth she did not even gag. Suddenly Pam moved her body. Pam put one leg on each side of my head. Pam's pussy seemed to open up right in front of my eyes. Without the hair that would normally hide her I remember how I wanted to eat her before we made love but now I could see my cum all inside her ready to cum out.

Before I could move Pam lowered her pussy to my face. My instincts had me begin to lick that Pam's pussy. Pam began to really push her pussy into my face and I felt myself cum again this time into Pam's mouth. My orgasm so intense that I blacked out.

Bam!!! 

I felt myself coming too. My whole body hurt. I was disorientated. I was weak my eyes too heavy to open. I could not move. The warmth ness on my forehead it was not sweat. I begin to hear Pam's voice "Oh my God, OH My GOD HELP ME"! There's that burning smell again. My eyes begin to open I'm upside down. The pain on my side is the worst I ever felt. There is a flame and I realize I'm in my new car stuck upside down. I now hear sirens but it's getting harder to catch my breath. I hear the sirens come closer, but I can no longer hold on. I slowly fade into myself. 

Hope you enjoyed this. Please remember to vote.

BAM



"Is this thing set up properly?" I demanded. "Are you sure it will catch everything?"

"Yes, Helen," Paul tried to reassure me, a combination sympathetic smile and eager grin on his face. Well, who could blame him? We were setting up the video camera so it could catch every moment of what was about to transpire between him and me. I was about to get some unexpected but well-deserved payback for the activities that Paul had brought to my attention.

I had met my husband George at the company where we both worked. I was a computer technician and he was a salesman. We first met when he brought his lap-top in to be repaired. He had such a woe-be-gone look on his face as he described what was wrong that I nearly burst out laughing. By the time he finished telling me what the problem was I had fixed it. He rushed out of the office hugging the laptop like it was his child. I laughed, shook my head and proceeded to immediately forget about him.

Two days later he called me.

"Ahh, Helen, this is George."

"Who?" My mind was a blank.

"George Thomas." When I remained silent he added "I brought my laptop in the other day. You solved the problem while I was still trying to tell you what the problem was."

"Oh, right, now I remember. You didn't give me your name."

"I know and I went storming out of there without doing the most important thing. I didn't say 'Thank You'. All I can offer in my defense is that I had two weeks worth of orders on that laptop and I needed to get them submitted. I know that hardly excuses bad manners though."

I was just about shocked. Most of the people who brought their equipment in to me spent the whole time bitching as though it was my fault. "Is this going to take long?" or "What do you mean you'll have to order a part?" and "Is there anyone here who knows what the F*** they're doing?" were what I was used to. Not "Thank you."

"Wow, well, you're welcome."

He hesitated and cleared his throat twice before stammering, "Helen, I'd, ah, that is, I was wondering if you would, errr, let me make it up to you by, what I mean is..."

"I'd love to go out with you, George." Okay, I know that makes me sound like some pushy broad, but really I'm not. I just was afraid that if I waited for him to finish I would be too old to get dressed without the assistance of a nurse. Besides, immersed as I tended to be in whatever was in front of me, me last date had been 6 months previous and to qualify it as a "disaster" was to actually report it as better than it had been.

There was another hesitation on the phone, just enough to let me think "Brilliant, Helen. That was NOT was he was trying to say. Practice making a fool of yourself much?" Fortunately for my shreds of self-esteem, the silence was broken by a warm laugh.

"Great! How about Friday night? Dinner some place nice but not too fancy and then we'll see where we go from there?"

I gave him my address. "I'll be ready by seven."

Friday night I was examining myself in the mirror for the umpteenth time when the doorbell rang. I had on the good old basic black dress, cut a bit above the knees, combined with low heels and pantyhose. I really wasn't much of a dress wearer and definitely did not take to heels. The boots I had worn in my early twenties before I went to technical college and running shoes were more my style. Not that I'm butch, you understand. I just prefer comfort.

George looked very handsome when he picked me up. We went to a nice restaurant in the center of the city and had a good meal. After that, we went for a stroll through the little shops and boutiques of the restored downtown area, just window shopping.

We seemed to fumble for conversation. We talked mostly about work, not getting into personal issues much. I really don't know why. I could feel that there was a tenuous connection between us but somehow neither of us could seem to catch the thread and reel the other in. 

We finally decided to call it a night. On the way home, George's car slowed for a moment as we passed the local athletic park complex. I glance at him and followed his gaze. He was looking at the marquee announcing that the first game of the local Class A minor league baseball team was tomorrow afternoon.

Being a gentleman, George walked me to my front door. There was an awkward moment of silence. Then George wished me goodnight and started down the walkway.

"George, wait!" I called after him. He stopped and turned around. I swallowed and walked up to him.

"This didn't go very well tonight George and I don't know why. Let's try it again. Instead of dressing up and a restaurant, how about jeans and hotdogs and that ballgame tomorrow afternoon?"

He grinned and his face lit up. "First pitch at 3:15. Pick you up at 2 so we can watch batting practice?"

"Its a deal." I kissed him and scampered for the door, a grin on my face that was as big as the one on his.

The morning passed slowly. The afternoon, well, from the first crack of a bat, I started falling in love. We had the promised hotdogs, smothered in mustard and ketchup and relish. We had beer in overflowing soggy paper cups and cheese fries and popcorn. Every bit of it went straight to my hips and butt and I loved it all.

George had to dress up in order to look as a salesman was expected to on the road, but he turned out to be a jeans and sport shirt guy when it was his choice. We swapped our life stories and were astounded at the similarities of our high schools, the three years we each spent between then and college, and what we considered important in life. 

We did a lot of screaming and bouncing up and down. Our seats were right by first base and the ball game was slam-bam right down to the ninth inning when the home team broke the tie score to win. Arms wrapped around one another, we jumped into the others' arms. Some time during that hug our first kiss started. We didn't break it up until the cries of "Get a room!" became exceptionally loud. 

The drive back to my place flew by. We kissed all the way up the walk, through the door that George managed to kick shut behind us and all the way down the hall to my bedroom. Shoes, jeans and shirts littered our trail. George threw my bra to the winds as we fell onto the bed. My hand was inside his boxers, my fingers trailing over his erection. 

I managed to hook a leg between his and roll him over. I pulled his shorts down and admired his cock standing straight up from his body. That admiration lasted for just a moment before I engulfed it with my mouth. I cupped his balls, gently squeezing them in the same rhythm that my lips slid up and down his hard shaft. I paused at the top of the first upstroke and released him long enough to lick the head clean of its first secretions. Then I showed no mercy. 

Down my head plunged until I had him fully in my mouth, my nose buried against his groin. I began to suck him as my head bobbed up and down, the head battering at the entrance to my throat. Faster and faster I went, never releasing the suction of my mouth. His groans and cries of pleasure were delightful music to my ears. Then he gave one deep moan and filled my mouth with hot, salty cum, which I greedily swallowed.

I had no sooner raised my head in triumph when he grunted, "Your turn now BAM." He caught me under my arms and pulled me up his body until my pussy rested over his face. Then his tongue burrowed inside my slit and was stroking inside me as fast and as furious as my mouth had been on him. His hands slipped up my body to capture my breasts.

I felt his head tip back far enough for his searching tongue to find my clit. He danced around it, then brushed over it, then settled firmly on it to rock it back and forth. I rewarded him as he had me, with yells of pleasure and my own flood of juices on his face. 

I was kneeling over him, my hands on the top of the headboard, leaning slightly against it. Therefore I was in a perfect position when he blew on my still throbbing clit, slid out for under me, grabbed my hips to pull me into position and then impaled me from behind in one powerful thrust of his hips.

"Oh God, honey! Oh damn, so good." He suddenly froze. Before I could demand he start again, he managed to croak, "Are you protected?"

Thank God I was. Why I had kept using my birth control pills through the long drought of celibacy I don't know, but it paid off. "Yes," I managed to gasp. Then my voice regained itself. "Now George, fuck me!" And he did.

When it was over I laid in the crock of his arm, my eyes idly watching the spinning ceiling fan. "Nice shot," I commented. He just grinned at the sight of my bra draped over one of the blades.

"Expert shot, you know."

Two months later we moved in together. Six months after that we were married. On our honeymoon we visited South and North Carolina, spending time enjoying the places we had unknowingly shared in our younger days. When we returned we found a place to be "ours" and settled into a happy domestic routine of work and home.

The only fly in the ointment was all the travel George needed to do. But he was making excellent money and enjoyed it as much I did my own job. Both of us were naturally thrifty, so we were able to save a good bit of money each month. Soon we would be able to afford a down payment on a house and we were discussing the exciting possibility that I would be able to stop work eventually and have our child.

Under George's more outgoing personality I had started participating more in the company's social activities. I played softball on the mixed team the company sponsored. Unfortunately, George missed a lot of games due to his responsibilities. But he always came when he was home to cheer for me as "the sexiest first baseman I ever saw".

Paul Weincamp was the director of Corporate Relations and also the pitcher on the softball team. A tall, well-built single guy, he was the object of a lot of leering by the single females, and more than one of the married ones I was sure. Who all he was dating was none of my business or interest.

One day he collapsed on the bench after a well played game. He pulled two bottles of water from the ice chest and offered me one. I gratefully accepted.

"Where's George?"

"I think he's in Saint Louis today."

Paul shook his head. "George is a real go-getter but I bet you wish he didn't spend so much time on the road. If you were my wife, I wouldn't let you out of my sight. Well, I know what its like out there." A look of sadness crossed his face, "My ex-wife was in sales and gone all the time. Then I found out she wasn't spending those nights on the road alone." He heaved a sigh. "You never expect it to happen to you." With that he rose and wandered off towards the parking lot.

Well, that was unexpected. I dismissed the thought that George was capable of being anything less than 100 percent faithful. I was surprised however about Paul's ex-wife. After all, he was quite good-looking and made an excellent salary I was sure. Why would someone cheat on a catch like that? 

The weeks went by and I seemed to run into Paul more and more often. He stopped by my office occasionally and several times I was requested specifically to install upgrades in the computers at Corporate Relations. Of course we saw each other every ball game. He never failed to ask about George, and yet his words always seemed to be tinged with a bit of suspicion. While given his own history I could understand his thoughts, surely George was behaving himself on the road.

More than once I started to expound on that, but Paul always seemed to sense what I was feeling and change the subject, usually to me. He often complimented me on my ball playing skills, as well as my over all attractiveness. With assurances he meant nothing untoward by it, he made a point of making some slight but flattering reference to my looks. More than once I returned home to inspect myself in the mirror. Apparently he was seeing something that I wasn't. 

I rather enjoyed Paul's attention. We grew to be, if not friends, at least close colleagues. He told me it felt good to have someone to confide in about the failure of his marriage.

One day he asked me, "Helen, may I ask you a question?"

"Well, you can ASK Paul," I replied.

He chuckled with appreciation at my wit. "Why does George call you 'Bam'?"

"Its a nickname. It has to do with something we discovered about each other when we first started to date." I laughed. "Its sort of one of those things that makes perfect sense when you share the same experiences but otherwise is meaningless."

Paul didn't push the issue. 

About a month later the company held its big Fourth of July party. I had been looking forward eagerly to it was going to be a 3 day weekend for all of us. Unfortunately, George had to call from Dallas the night before and tell me he wasn't going to be able to get home on time. I assured him it was alright, that I would miss him and I loved him.

The party coincided with the league championship game. Paul asked where George was, of course, and I explained. He didn't say anything much, just grunted. He had a very peculiar look on his face, half in sadness and yet with a touch of anticipation of some sort.

Two weeks later when George was back on the road again Paul called me to his office. For once he shut the door. He waved me to the couch and sat beside me.

"Helen," a pained expression crossed his face and he hesitated. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but I think as a friend and as a co-worker you have a right to know this." The night of the company party that George missed, the one he unexpectedly didn't come home to attend, I'm afraid that," he stopped and I could have sworn he muffled a sob, "I'm afraid that I have proof that George is having an affair."

"That's impossible!" I all but shouted.

"I know, I can't believe it either, but," he clicked on the TV in the corner of his office, then started the VCR, "But there is this. Please don't ask me how I obtained it."

It was a sex movie. A man, who looked like George, from the back anyway, was engaged in passionate sex with a blonde woman with a set of boobs, either one of which would have been a match for both of mine and to spare. I inched forward on the couch, listening and watching unbelievably.

The sound flowed from the TV. The blonde was screaming, "Yes George, YES, fuck me, fuck me like you always do." The man rolled sideways and his face appeared on the screen. The picture flickered and blurred for a moment but it was unmistakably George's face.

Paul turned off the TV and put his arm around me. "I'm sorry, Helen. I know that was a terrible shock."

"I can't believe it. I just can't believe that anyone could stoop so low as that."

"I know, Helen. I didn't believe it when my wife betrayed me. But it was true then, as true as this is."

I was very calm. "What do you suggest Paul? I don't believe in revenge, but some one who acts like this needs to get what's coming to them."

I could have sworn a look of anticipation came into his eyes. "You're absolutely right. And I know just how to do it."

I listened to his suggestion and agreed. So three days later I met him at a suite in a well known hotel. He had already set up the video equipment to tape the two of us having sex together.

"I hate to do this to George," Paul said sadly. "But you need to teach him a lesson."

"I agree." I smiled at Paul. "I'm glad you're here. Without you here, the whole thing would be impossible." 

I took a deep breath as Paul turned on the video camera. He panned it across the room, over the queen-sized bed and the champagne bucket beside it. He focused on the foot of the bed. At a nod from him I walked into the picture at the same time he did. 

I put my arm around Paul and smiled into the camera. "George, Paul here has been telling me some VERY nasty things about you. He's been telling me all about your little honey you have on the side. He's been kind enough to give me his explanation about your trips out of town and tell me all about the boasting you do at the office. I tried to extend the benefit of the doubt about the whole situation, but the final straw, my love, was the tape he showed me. Cavorting with a blonde, and a bleached one at that! I couldn't take it" 

"Trust. Its all about trust. George, you and I have talked about it enough that you know its what we built our relationship on. Its such a watchword with us that it extends to our friends and our co-workers. How someone could act like all this without the slightest concern for the effect it could have on another person, persons in fact is beyond me."

I turned to face Paul and wound my arms around his neck. "Paul, would you care to say anything to George before we start?"

A shit-eating grin crept over Paul's face as he looked in the camera. "Gee, George, old buddy, I'm really sorry to do this to you but its for your own good. After this, maybe just maybe, Helen can get past what you did to her."

He continued to smile wickedly as I began to run my fingers through his hair. He moved closer to me and I felt the bulge of his cock pressed against my thigh. I stood on tip-toe and whispered in his ear, loud enough for the camera's mike to pick it up.

"I want to share a secret with you, Paul. Its George's nickname for me. Bam, is actually an acronym. Its 'B', 'A', 'M'. It means 'Broad Assed Marine." I stepped back slightly and let fly.

Paul suddenly turned white and slowly began to double over as I continued. "Its not politically correct, of course, but its a term used by male Marines to refer to female Marines. Its half in jest and half mocking." I watched Paul collapse to his knees, his hands cradling his equipment. "My DI was right," I remarked thoughtfully, "There's nothing like a good kick in the balls to get someone's attention."

"I don't recall this being covered in Hand-to-Hand Combat but I have a feeling its going to make me feel very good." With that I drew back one foot and kicked Paul in the ass. "You stupid bastard! Did you really think I was dumb enough to fall for this? To turn on my husband over nothing more than rumors and innuendoes that I'm sure you thought were very clever? I LOVE him, you idiot."

I was in full rant mood now and I followed him as he crawled towards the door, pausing only to make sure the camera was still on us. "I've known you were pulling something ever since you first started this scheme. Maybe its been successful before, but not with a couple that communicates. I knew about that hotel room that same night. He was too tired to drive home after an eighteen hour day. You don't think he called me from the room and told me? And that so-called video. My god, I'M the computer nerd. That attempt to graft George's face onto whoever you had fucking that bimbo was laughable. I spotted it in two seconds."

Paul managed to reach up and open the door. I reached down and caught his belt. "I'm not done yet, you little weasel. I can't believe your gall at trying to make me think George was having an affair, or even why you wanted to sleep with me. It was for the thrill of the conquest, I guess. Well, you picked the wrong girl and the wrong guy. 'Always Faithful' isn't a motto I take lightly."

I released his belt and put my foot on his ass and shoved. He sprawled in the corridor and I proceeded to throw his keys after him. "Speaking of trust, George trusted me to let me handle this myself." Paul's eyes widened in shock. "However, as soon as I call him he'll probably be looking for you. He's a former Marine too, if you haven't realized it yet, and I don't think you want to be in the same city with both of us pissed at you. Why don't you move to Bumfuck, Egypt before we catch you. Take all the time you want, but I'd suggest being gone in 24 hours." I took one more swipe at Paul's ass but missed as he managed to scurry down the hallway. 




BAM



Two hours later George and I were snuggled in the hotel room bed. The remnants of the mini-bar contents lay scattered over the floor. I rested my head on my husband's chest.

"God, these prices." I looked up as George tipped his head back and poured the contents of a little bag of nuts into his mouth.

"Yes, well, it was VERY nice of Paul to put the room on his credit card. We'll have to thank him properly if we ever see him again."

"Speaking of seeing him again." I knelt on the bed, fiddling with the equipment we had pulled to the edge of the mattress. "Want to watch him one more time?"

The bed shifted as George knelt behind me. His hands began to roam over my butt. "If you want to honey. But as long as I have my BAM's broad ass right here in front of me I think I'll concentrate on you. What do you think?"

I settled down onto my hands and looked over my shoulder as I felt his cock slip up inside my already well used pussy. "Again, sweetheart? Well, Semper Fi, Marine."

We never saw Paul again. By the time we got to the office two days later he had resigned and taken off for parts unknown. No one seemed sad to see him go, especially when it came out that I wasn't not the only married woman he had hit on. Apparently he had a thing for seducing happily married women, I imagine to "get back" at all of us because of what his ex-wife had done.

I was certainly grateful about one thing though. 9 months and 3 days after our self-granted 48 hour pass I gave birth to our daughter. It was purely whimsical on our part to name her Helen Paula Thomas. She was our first, but not the last. We still embarrass all of them at any ball game we all attend.





Bam, Lucy, & Bob Too



Thankfully the worst was over. It was my moving day and friends Paul, with van and Lucy had helped carry my boxed existence into the new flat. Paul had departed and Lucy was arranging the flat with me, eager and happy to help. Being a mid thirties bachelor, I appreciated the feminine touch to the new pad.

Let me tell you about Lucy. A gorgeous, blond, buxom, 20-year-old slip of a girl; lovely innocent looks and a figure worthy of any centrefold. She's in a steady relationship, though unhappy at work. I took the time and energy to actually speak to her and not her breasts. We shared a lot of common interests in fitness and sport and we had developed a good friendship.

So there she was, bending over in lovely tight jeans, picking up boxes, showing off a G-string and a rose tattoo on the small of her back. Luckily it was November and I was keeping relatively cool - but definitely not collected. Don't get me wrong, I do fancy the pants off her but realism soon takes hold and I restrict my sexual actions to fantasies with Madame Palm & her five daughters! 

Well I wasn't to know it, but my steady grasp on life was soon to be tested. Oh my, it happened so innocently. No dramatic slow mo or build up of the Jaws theme tune. Lucy just accidentally dropped a box and spilled out of its slinky red silk cover was my Bam.

Bam is a big black cock and balls, 12 inches long by 2.75 inches wide - a wonderful specimen of a dildo. And there it was lying on the carpet. My stomach lurched and my balls disappeared fast inside my body. This would take some explaining!

"Lucy..." I started to utter, "it's not..." Oh my god. She picked it up and held it erect - using both hands - dangerously close to her mouth. It looked massive against her lips. Her face had gone a deep red and her eyes were wide open with...something: bewilderment, shock, disgust, surprise? I just couldn't tell.

"Bob," she breathed, "what the hell is this for?" Yes, the answer is obvious but I was dumbfounded. Lucy looked up from the cock and met my eyes. "It's so massive. Do you use it? I mean how is a girl supposed to take it?" she asked, with a definite pained look in her eyes.

"Well...Lucy." I stammered and tried to avoid direct eye contact. It was my turn to go red. "It's actually for me. You see I have a fantasy about.... Arrgh, okay, I like sticking things up my bottom. That is just one of a few toys and that is my ultimate one." My forehead felt branded, as if the word "Pervert" blazed across it - somewhat different from the normal "Desperate and Single. Fancy a shag?" 

I looked up and Lucy was still holding the cock with both hands. She quietly replied, "So you get turned on by this thing?"

"Yes", and she was still holding it! 

"But I didn't think you were gay?"

"I'm not. I have this fantasy come fetish about girls with toys and me. Yes that is a penis: but it's just an object. I'm used to my cock but I couldn't really get on with another man's." God I was sounding like a geek. The time for embarrassment was over, I had been caught fair and square and I was sure the truth and nothing but the truth would get me out of the very big hole I felt myself in.

"The idea of a girl using a toy on me turns me on. I would love to role reverse, play submissive and for her to take me from behind using a strap-on. We could spoon and I could feel her boobs on my back." And so I had told the first person, who happened not to be a girlfriend but a colleague, my deepest desires. I wish I'd felt absolved after my confession but my forehead still felt hot.

Lucy just stood there, her head cocked slightly to one side, peering closely at Bam. He's very realistic with a big fleshy head and thickly veined sides.

"You've actually got this into your bottom?"

"Yes, nearly all of it." Oh my, I still vividly remember it passing through the first, second then third sphincter of my arse. Perfect bliss.

"Didn't it hurt?"

"No. I took it gently with smaller toys, to get me ready. My bum did ache the next day though, but I felt happy about it." Oops, was that just too much information? I was starting to feel very hot.

"Wow!" 

Wow? I wasn't expecting that. Lucy looked at me again. That lovely innocent face, framed beautifully by shoulder length blond hair, a face that I've admired for nearly a year, was smiling devilishly. She had said wow. 

"I like playing with my bottom too." She confessed, voice low, her face turning a dark red, "though I could never imagine getting something this big up me!"

My balls had now descended rapidly back into their sack and were feeling very heavy. Was this really happening?

"Ian doesn't like bum holes. I tried to finger his butt once but he said it was dirty and thought the idea disgusting. So I just do it to myself in the shower. I took a cucumber in once; it was about a third of the size of this. I felt so naughty playing with it." 

Her nipples were now deliciously erect and I was feeling quite faint. What on earth could I say to that?

"Strewth Lucy. Thank you for being so understanding and honest. I take it that you're not going to disown me?" Shit, I was back in geek mode.

"No Bob. In fact my fantasy would be to see you get this thing up your bum." She stepped closer and held out Bam. She was just about within my personal space: you know the space normally reserved for girl/boy friends when holding hands.

This was crunch time. I have always been rubbish at jumping at sexual opportunities that came my way. Like in the past, with one of my exes, when I hadn't been switched on enough to try out golden showers after we had an interesting conversation on the subject, or to follow up on her recurring lesbian dream of her licking chocolate of another girl's pussy.

My brain was working overtime. But Lucy had a boyfriend. Would this be cheating? Could I expose my arse in such a way? Do I have a spotty bottom and what about my love handles? Arrgh.

Lucy continued getting closer, looking intently at me. "I still can't believe you got this in you! How did it feel?" Damn that Bam looked so obscenely delicious against her. I mean it would reach from her pussy to under her boobs. In my head I had this image of her in the shower, soaping those lovely boobs and slipping a four-inch cucumber into her bum. 

"It felt wonderful, but it was hard getting it in as it's quite bendy."

"I could hold it straight for you."

"Lucy that would get you very close." I gulped.

"Well, as you want to play submissive, I could blindfold you, bend you over and take you from behind. I could do it topless too. I mean you will be blindfolded."

"That would be amazing." 

Hang on, I thought. Don't we really need to think this through? But then again, she wanted to do it. Was it time to finally wake up and smell the roses?

"But I would to need to be warmed up first. As I said, I use smaller dildos."

"What sizes are they?"

"Well there's a five by one inch, eight by two inch and nine by two and a half inch." I was starting to feel a bit perverted again.

"Cool. Could I have a go on them? They sound just the right sizes for me." Lucy was now resting Bam's head against her lips. Her face was still red, but not with embarrassment, her nipples seemed to be escaping from under her t-shirt. Her eyes were wide open and I was sure I could smell her sex. 

I just love the scent and taste of a wet, hot pussy. During one barren sex-free time, I had such vivid dreams of going down on a girl that I would wake up with that scintillating taste. It was like my tongue had a memory but as I regained consciousness the taste would just evaporate away, leaving me horny as hell and ultimately frustrated.

"Off course, you wouldn't be allowed to watch me do it," purred Lucy, "but I could give you a running commentary."

That was it. My cock felt more alive than it had in ages. This was really going to happen. 

"I could do with a cuppa tea first." I squeaked!

"You and your tea" laughed Lucy. "I hope you're not getting cold feet?" 

"No. Here, have a look in these boxes, you'll find the other dildos." I too laughed as I fully exposed my toy collection for Lucy's inspection. All these rubber cocks for sticking up my bum! I can't imagine what my parents would think. 

I had no worries with Lucy - she pillaged the boxes with a gay abandon. Out they all came, arranged in formation, like kinky Russian dolls, from smallest to largest. Four cocks standing erect on my carpet. As she bent over I glanced down her top. What a succulent cleavage, full of body and looking so delicious. Very soon now, I thought, they'll be free, naked and caressing my back. I didn't need the tea anymore.

She looked up from under her blonde fringe and caught me. Our eyes met and they became locked. She quickly glanced down to her boobs and as our eyes met again her tongue was seductively licking around her lips. "Bob, I feel like Goldilocks!" Lucy giggled whilst sitting down. She picked up Bam and kissed his head, "This cock is too big!" Next she picked up and kissed the 9" one, "This cock could be too big too!" Finally she picked up the 8" one and took its head into her mouth, "Ahhh, this cock is just right!"

"And Papa bear's saying that someone's been playing with his cocks!" I laughed.

My cock was now straining to get out of my jeans and I had to quickly correct a pants malfunction to free it some space. It was time!

"I best close the curtains," I exclaimed, thinking fast, as I was now living in a ground floor flat and I definitely didn't want a new neighbour looking in. It would be quite an introduction! As I closed them, my memory flashed back to the times, as a teenager during school holidays, I could only watch porn videos on the living room TV. I had to close the curtains then, to wank away in private. It really signified that something naughty was going to happen. But this time something very naughty was to take place for real. 

"Right Lucy, we best take it turns in getting ready. Do you want to use the shower first?"

"The shower?" 

"Yes, you know, to wash out your bottom. You can remove the showerhead and use the hose. There are some towels in that bag."

"Oh!" blushed Lucy. "Okay, be back in a mo," and off she skipped. Whilst she was away I found the lubricant and placed some towel-covered pillows on the floor, ready to kneel on for the ensuing buggery. I clenched my ass cheeks in anticipation. 

Lucy, wearing just a white t-shirt (no bra) and a g-string bounced back into the room. For the first time I witnessed parts of her I had only fantasised about: a peachy rounded bottom, perfect for holding with both hands and begging to be feverishly nibbled by my mouth. Pressed visible against the cotton I caught sight of her erect nipples and aureoles. It was my turn to lick my lips.

I quickly pressed for the bathroom. Once inside I, at last, took of my jeans and pants and pulled my cock to help it gracefully grow to full size. The temptation to carry on pulling was immense. It seemed that one part of me at least was still acting like a teenager. God it felt good to be this turned on again. "Okay" I said to myself, "time to get really clean." Bam reaches parts that other dildos can't get to. 

After about 5 minutes, I returned to the living room, dressed in underpants and t-shirt too. I confess my entrance was definitely not as a sexy as Lucy's. But she did look me up and down and complemented me on how trim I was looking. 

"Not bad for an oldie." She quipped. "So Bob, why have you got the margarine out? Haven't you got any KY?"

"Lucy, that's not a pot of marge." I laughed, "Look closely, it's called Boy Butter. A personal lubricant, excellent for spreading!"

"Ooh." Lucy opened the pot and gently lubed a fingertip. "Feels good." 

I pulled up a pillow and sat quite close to her. An infinitesimal distance was all thar prevented our lips from touching. 

"Lucy, I seriously think it's time for my blindfold." 

"Okay Bob, give me that towel." She rolled it up, placed it around my eyes and lent forward to tie it at the back of my head. Whilst doing so, I felt her breasts brush against my face. Could you bloody believe it, I had only been blind for a second and I were already chomping at the bit to rip my blindfold off. I took a deep breath to relax and to allow my other senses to sharpen up.

I certainly heard Lucy take her t-shirt and g-string off though. She was naked! 

"So Bob, I hope you're totally blindfolded!" exclaimed Lucy. "Because I'm now going to finger my butt. Oh and you're not allowed to play with yourself. Don't forget - I'm in charge."

"Yes Ma'am." I listened intently as Lucy scooped some fingers into the butter and then rolled onto her side. A hushed moan accompanied the first finger. Followed quickly by the unmistakable squelching noise as she moved her finger in and out.

"I feel so tight," Lucy moaned. "I've not done this for a while and it feels so good. Ooh that's two fingers in. Now I'm stretching my butt and I can't wait to get one of those cocks in me!"

I couldn't wait too and so being a good slave, I quickly groped around for the 5" smallest one, stuck it head first into the pot to lube up and eagerly offered it to her. 

"Naughty, Bob, but thank you." As we passed the toy our hands met and she gently squeezed one of my fingers. "It's cold but here goes."

"Lucy, you could try rolling the head around your hole with gentle inward motion to help get it in." I offered advice, when I so wanted to offer a hand. 

"It's okay, thanks. I've popped the head in! Arr. I can feel it sliding all the way up. Shit its really making my pussy ache. I have to rub my clit too. MMmmm!"

Now I could really smell her pussy. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. That sweet wet musk; I even opened my mouth to try to catch the taste on my tongue. Pre-cum was oozing out of my cock, adding to the synergy of smells.

"Ooh Bob, It's hard doing both. Can you take over with the cock? I demand you showcase your arse fucking skills. I'm desperate to come!" In all the time, I had known Lucy I had never heard her swear, neither in anger or comedy, but sexually, even her vocabulary was unconstrained. I could hear the sound of her fevered assault on her pussy, accompanied by the delectable popping noises of the cock going in and out of her arsehole. As I inched forward, Lucy reclined onto her back and guided my hand to the dildo. It was definitely hot now.

Once I took control, I sensed that Lucy was now fingering herself and rubbing her clit. The sounds and smells were so erotic and I couldn't believe this was really happening. I had never touched a girl's arsehole before, let alone fucked one with a dildo. But I couldn't see or really even touch. I had to concentrate, so I avidly set about pushing the cock all the way in and then all the way out. Followed by a quick pushing of the head just inside and out of the arsehole. 

"Arr. Keep going like that," groaned Lucy and I knew she was approaching a climax. I decided I would let go of the cock as she came - that way it would get pushed out as her muscles contracted. I love doing this when I come, and the small ones can sometimes really shoot out.

I love watching a girl come. I marvel at the intensity of it and I remember the times when her hand has nearly squeezed mine to death. I've watched boobs swell and nipples retract, red rashes appear on the chest. The satisfied gleam in the eye, the offer of fingers to lick clean.

"Fuck," was all she said as she came. I let go and sat back, trying to put together in my mind what was going on. She was buckling up at the tummy as her body crunched up. Her breaths were deep and slow. Her fingers had stopped and were now pressing down on her pussy. I'm sure one hand was also cupping her breast. 

"Lucy? Are you alright?" 

"Yes thanks." Lucy took a deep breath, "Can you lube up the second one. I'm ready for something bigger."

I didn't need asking twice, so I set about smearing the butter smoothly over the 8" cock. Apart from being bigger and twice as thick, this one had a solid ball base, perfect for squatting on.

"Lucy, with this one, kneel on the pillow and then you can rock back onto it. I'll hold the base and you can aim it in! You will need to get it in at the right angle, but trust me, you'll really feel something special." 

"What do you mean?" Lucy asked excitedly.

"Okay, remember when you finger your arsehole. You can feel two openings or sphincters. One's external and the others just about a centimetre inside and these sphincters give you pleasure when opened. Well, there is a third sphincter or "sigmoid" about 5 or 6 inches deep inside your rectum. Normally you don't have any bodily control of when this opens or closes, but you can with a big dildo. You need to take it slowly but once the dildo has popped through the sigmoid it feels fantastic and a little forbidden, which just makes it even better."

I closed my eyes and remembered the first time I played with some anal balls. The first one managed to get all the way through sigmoid and at first it didn't want to come back! I panicked a wee bit at first, but I eventually managed to relax and gently pull it back out - to much pleasure.

"So are you still up for it?" I enquired.

"Sure," said Lucy as she swivelled around and knelt over the pillow. "I want to feel it!" She held the cock's head and started to descend slowly onto it. Arrgh, again I was missing this. The classic "reverse cowgirl position" porn film camera shot. A perfect frame of rounded buttocks and a pert little bumhole slowly engulfing a cock, deep down to its balls. And this happened right in front of my blindfolded eyes. Lucy took her time; pausing here and there. She was finding it hard to get the head in. I told her to pretend to do a poo and push down. She did and in it plopped.

"Shit shit! My butt feels so stretched." 

"Lucy, just rest, relax and allow yourself to enjoy the pain as it will turn to pleasure. But if it's too much then lift off and try again. You can get as much pleasure from immediately not having something up there too."

"Ooh, its passing. God my butt feels so filled up. I'm going deeper! It's helps if I rub my pussy too." 

"Don't worry I'll catch you on the way down!" I laughed.

I didn't need to. Lucy is very fit with lovely toned legs, so she steered her descent masterfully. I could tell she was nearly all the way down as her bottom was brushing my hand. Her cheeks were so close and so available, yet so unavailable, to smooch.

I decided to join in the fun and rammed the lubed small cock straight up my butt. Luckily I aimed it well. It felt good plus the fact that it had just been in Lucy's bottom turned me on even more. My cock twitched as I positioned the dildo's head against my prostate gland. 

"Oh yes," Lucy cried. "That's hit the spot. Hmmm. It feels so immense. Hold it there Bob, I'm going to rock up and down and savour that cock all the way up my butt." She was there - ball's deep. I was dead jealous and eager to experience Bam. 

Lucy rocked her bum all the way up, away from the cock and back down. Was she gaping I wondered? A satisfied sigh precluded another assault on the cock. "I can feel it from within my pussy," she exclaimed, "guess what I've also got three fingers in? I bet you would love to see this."

"You bet!" I replied feeling a bit exhausted. My cock was crying out to be touched, just one stroke and it would fire. I had to satisfy myself another way.. "Lucy, watch me take on the 9" dildo. I promise you a good view to come to!"

Lucy swivelled around on her cock, much to her delight, and got me to lean forward as she placed the cock under my butt. I reached down to hold it and again our fingers touched. Her fingers were hot and wet from her pussy; I was getting closer to her. She sensed my curiosity and rubbed her juices over one of my fingers. "Go on Bob, taste me! I can tell you're eager." She cooed, "I'm going to taste myself too. Mmm!"




Bam, Lucy, & Bob Too



There's only so much a man can take and I admit to sucking my finger like my life depended on it. It was nectar to my tongue. I doubled the pleasure by sitting down on the 2.5" thick cock beneath me. Not an easy task, as it's wider than a beer can. But its great practise for Bam, who's wider than the base of a pint glass. Perfect for them sphincters!

"Good going Bob," said Lucy, "now lift your bum up. I want to see it go in again!" I honoured her wishes and took great delight in just popping the head in and out of my arsehole. After about 5 goes I sunk suddenly to the base. 

"Bob, I'm now twisting my nipple." Lucy sighed deeply as she climaxed again. I, too, felt like coming, my cock was twitching around madly.

I heard Lucy climb off her cock. I wished I could see her. I bet her skin was glazed in a light film of sweat, hair tussled, sated sparkle in the eyes, red-hot damp pussy and inflamed arse. 

"Bob " she said and I knew straight away what she was going to say next... "Get on your hands and knees and get ready for you know what? Its time to feed Bam!"

I eagerly obliged and got into the prone position, dildo still in arse with my cock pointing down. I felt very exposed: this was really the first time that Lucy was looking at my naked body. Yet my cock was not going to be the centre of attention. I was going to submit myself totally to her. 

"Ooh let me take that out." 

Lucy quickly pulled the dildo out and I sensed her looking closely at my bum hole.

"I best lube you up a bit more." I wasn't expecting this. The touch of her buttered fingers was electric; she took her time churning them around my arse. I felt perhaps two or three slender fingers. 

"Right Bob, head down and bottom up." I could feel her breath on my skin. 

The next thing I felt was Bam's head against my arsehole. I puckered up and got ready to push out. "Phew! I need both hands to hold this. I'm going to push! Tell me if it hurts too much."

"Okay," I cried as I felt my arsehole being stretched to its limit. I have to confess, it is the classic combination of pleasure and pain. At first the pain is really uncomfortable and you would like nothing more than to remove the invader. But this soon passes, to be replaced with an immense feeling of fullness and wonder as you savour how stretched you are. 

Lucy stopped pushing and started circling, with her finger around the rim of my engorged anus. "Wow Bob. That looks so tight. I want to do it again!"

Normally when I'm on my own, I try to use a mirror to witness the event, but I can never get the right view. However, Lucy was right there and as she pulled out Bam, I had to ask.. "Am I gaping well? I feel so exposed."

"Yes...you're sure it's not hurting? I can see a long way in. I might be able to fit my whole hand in!" Fuck me, fisting was something I found curious but could, would or should we be doing it? 

"Lucy!" I pleaded. "Please Bam me again?"

"Okay. Stay still - this time I'm going to get it all the way in!"

I felt my arsehole being stretched again. But this time, like an unstoppable juggernaut, Lucy kept on slowly pushing. I felt the head touch my sigmoid, the sphincter tried to resist the onslaught but Bam pushed on regardless. I experienced the unique feeling of something deep inside me giving way with an acute sigh of pleasure. Heavenly. 

It felt fantastic having Lucy in control. Normally I just sit on Bam and then go up and down a few times, concerned that I may injure myself but this time I could concentrate wholly on the pleasure. I suddenly became aware of Bam's balls nudging against my bottom.

"Shit Bob!" Lucy's voice was wavering. "It's all the way in. I can't believe it. It must go in as deep as your belly button!"

"Yes. It certainly feels that deep," I gasped. "Lucy can you please fuck me with Bam!" My bum had never felt so full.

She did. I rested my head in my hands and for the first time I truly abandoned myself to the arse fucking of a lifetime. Lucy was fantastic, teasing me here and there. One time she left just an inch inside before pushing all the way back. Another time Bam was pulled all the way out, exposing my ravished sphincters to the cool breath of fresh air. She also twisted it slightly around, so that I could experience the veins on Bam's cock. This felt wonderful against my prostate. Bam was soon back, balls deep into my bum. Lucy then got me to lean slightly back into seating position. 

"Bob, take over now. I really need to fiddle my clit again. But don't worry I'll be right behind you!"

As I leaned back to squat comfortably on Bam, Lucy snuggled onto my back. Contact had been made. It was glorious to feel her bosom press against me, nipples squashed into my skin. Her fine hair swished against my sensitive lower neck as she avidly set about playing with herself. I countered her weight, allowing her to nestle more on me as she moaned and groaned.

I had never appreciated the touch of a woman more than then. I knew that my fantasy was becoming completely true. I was experiencing the most sensual, outrageous occasion of my life. I didn't mind being blindfolded too much; it was the lack of touch and taste that I really missed. I felt deeply happy that as a man, I could be submissive yet still give pleasure to a woman. 

I found that my cock was in my hand and I was wanking away feverishly. Bam seemed to be throbbing away in my arse and Lucy was rocking seductively against me. This time I felt her climax; she even bit into my shoulder to help contain the pleasure.

It was all I needed to finally come. My balls contracted, arse clamped hard around Bam, and my swollen cock started to spasm violently as I ejaculated. I could feel the spasms all through my body. It seemed like I came for ages. I continued pulling my cock right through the sensitive stage until I couldn't muster the energy to pull anymore. I flopped forward, slipping of Bam as I went, and lay spent on the carpet. 

Lucy followed me down. We both lay in the spoon position for a century. I could feel the hot spunk on my stomach and Lucy's hot sticky body on my back. 

I felt so out of it. My mind had burnt out due to all the stimuli.

Silently I wondered if we had made a stain on the blooming new carpet.



Bambi & Me



We started out as a typical family; mom, dad, Bambi, and me. Where we lived was big enough to be called a city instead of a town, but still small enough to feel cozy. We were well off financially, but not rich.

Bambi and I got along well when we were growing up. We each had our own friends so we didn't play together very often, but when we did there were usually no issues. We were able to find things to do that were neither too boyish nor girlish.

There was this one time when I got my sister very mad at me. I was only five at the time. Our parents were going through a Disney phase where we watched just about every animated movie they had ever made. This week it was time for "Bambi". We all enjoyed the movie, laughing at the funny parts and crying then Bambi's mom dies.

After the movie ended, I looked over at my sister for a couple of moments, then turned to mom and asked, "Why did you name Bambi after a boy deer?"

I didn't mean anything bad; at five years old I just didn't understand. My sister thought I was making fun of her and got mad. Even though mom calmed her down and explained everything to both of us, Bambi was cold towards me for about a week. She still kids me about it sometimes.

Our lives changed drastically when Bambi was 15 and I was 13. That's when we found out that dad had been having an affair with Mrs. Jackson next door. Evidently Mr. Jackson had gotten suspicious and hired a detective. He had undeniable proof. The argument between our parents was awful. Bambi and I heard the yelling and screaming from her bedroom, although we could not make out all the words. Dad left that night.

A few days later, while we were at school and mom was at work, dad came home and packed all his clothes and a few other things that were his. He left a letter saying that he and Mrs. Jackson were going away together and that mom could keep the house and everything else that he left. He would not ask for anything in the divorce. I found out a couple of years later that on the way out of town, he had tried to make a large withdraw from the joint banking account, but Mr. Jackson's lawyer had put a freeze on it so he couldn't.

This incident resulted in the three of us becoming much closer. Bambi and I did our best to support and console mom, as well as each other. Neither of us wanted to spend much time with our friends right then, answering all their questions, so we ended up spending a lot of time together.

It was at this point that I began to realize just how sweet a person my sister is. As is typical in these situations, many people would tell me that I was the "man of the family" now. My sister realized how much pressure this is on a thirteen year old and was always there to help me out. She would come and talk with me each night before bed, encouraging me to remember who I was and not try and do too much. Nobody really expected me to grow up right away. Looking back I'm impressed at how well she handled everything at fifteen.

Slowly things got back to normal over the next year; life went on. It was an average high school experience for both of us. We both participated in activities. I went on several dates and managed to lose my virginity to Becky James in the back seat of mom's car when I was sixteen. I was truly embarrassed when my sister found Becky's panties the next day. Bambi teased me about it for quite a while. While she acted amused, there was something else in her voice I could not quite figure out.

I was in good physical shape, but not athletic so I didn't play sports. I did go to quite a few games, even though I wasn't all that into sports. As a typical teen boy, I went to watch the cheerleaders.

Bambi was a cheerleader and in my opinion, she filled out her uniform quite nicely. All my friends agreed she was the prettiest on the squad. She kept her long blonde hair in a pony tail and it twirled nicely as she cheered. Her chest had developed early and the tight sweater emphasized her tits well. The legs sticking out of her skirt were long, smooth, toned, and well muscled. Even I had to admit she was hot in her uniform.

After high school, Bambi decided not to go to college. She did ok in school, but only averaged a B- and really didn't want to go on. She had been working as a hostess at a restaurant on weekends and was able to get a full time position after graduation. Later that summer after she turned 18, she switched over to a cocktail waitress. I've always thought it was interesting that you had to be 21 to drink, but only 18 to serve alcohol. With her good looks, sweet disposition, and hard work, she did well with her tips.

During my senior year of high school, my sister seemed to get even friendlier towards me. She began to get more touchy-feely. She would put her hands on me when we talked, and gave me more hugs than usual. It wasn't a big change, but enough to notice. Mom had always been somewhat that way so it wasn't that big a deal. Several times when we were watching TV at night, Bambi would lean against me and put my arm around her. On the nights that she wasn't working, she would always give me a hug before bed. Every once in a while she would add a kiss on the cheek, several of which were quite close to my mouth. I have to be honest and say I really enjoyed all the touching. I wasn't thinking of her in a sexual way, but I looked forward the contact with a female body, even if it was my sister.

Things escalated again in May on my 18th Birthday. As she works evening shifts, Bambi was not up when I left for school. When I got home, she was waiting to give me a birthday hug. As she hugged me, she pressed her tits hard against my chest and kissed me on the neck just below my ear. For the first time ever, I felt a little aroused by my sister. When it was done, I excused myself to go change my clothes and wait for mom to get home.

Bambi had arranged her schedule so she had the night off. She had fixed a wonderful dinner for me. As it was my birthday, mom allowed both my sister and I to have some wine with dinner. After dinner we had a cake Bambi had baked. I got the surprise of my life when I opened my presents. Along with the usual gifts of CD's and games from Bambi, and clothes and cologne from mom, my sister gave me a book titled How to Please A Woman In Bed. Both she and mom were very amused by the gift. There was a note taped to the front that said, "I know you don't need this, stud, but just in case you want a refresher course". I was very embarrassed.

When I read the book later, I was really surprised at how graphic it was. There were extensive chapters on seduction, foreplay, oral sex, and regular sex, all with plenty of accompanying pictures. I didn't just read it, I studied it. Unfortunately, I only had a couple of dates after that and neither of them gave me a chance to practice what I learned. I never told my sister, but that was the best gift anyone had ever given me. 

After the last gift was opened, mom said with a grin, "Time for the traditional 18th birthday kiss."

We stood up; she stepped over to me, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Mom," Bambi said standing up exasperated, "that's a kiss for a boy. He's a man now and you need to kiss him like a man."

My sister stepped over to me, took my head in her hands, and planted a big one on me. I had never been kissed like that before. Even the few times I'd had sex I didn't kiss this passionately. She was putting a lot into this kiss. After a moment of shock, I recovered and started kissing back just as hard, and wrapped my arms around her. Soon I felt her tongue probing my lips. I opened them and let it in. Our tongues wrestled with each other, first in my mouth, then in hers.

Even though it was my sister, I definitely reacted to the kiss. My dick began to harden and was soon straining against my pants. I'm not sure how long it lasted, it felt like several minutes, but when it ended both of us needed a huge breath. I learned two things right then: The first was Bambi is a great kisser. The second was I really liked kissing my sister.

"That's how you kiss a man," Bambi stated while smiling at me. "If you're good, I'll give you another one later."

"I'll be good, I'll be real good," I responded eagerly.

My sister laughed and hugged me again. I looked over to see mom's reaction. If watching her two children locked in a passionate kiss bothered her in any way, she hid it well. She was grinning from ear to ear, amused by what she saw.

After cleaning up from dinner, we sat down and watched a movie on TV, my sister leaning on me again, resting her head on my shoulder. This time when I put my arm around her, she entwined her fingers in mine and held my hand. I only somewhat paid attention to the movie, my mind was mostly on the kiss and how good it felt to have her leaning on me. While I wasn't straining my pants any longer, I never got truly soft.

After the movie ended, mom said goodnight and went to bed while Bambi and I finished cleaning up. When we were done we headed down to our bedrooms. As we got to Bambi's room she stopped me.

"I promised you another kiss," she said grinning.

This one was even better than the first, perhaps because I had been anticipating it. Also, while she was kissing me, Bambi pressed her thigh against my crotch and rubbed it up and down a little. By the time the kiss finished, I was hard as a rock.

"Happy Birthday little brother," she said with a big giggle, "although it feels like you're not so little. If you want to, I don't mind a bit if you think of me later on when you..." She left her sentence hanging, but pressed her thigh against me again for emphasis. One more quick peck on the lips and she disappeared into her bedroom with another giggle.

I stopped by the bathroom to grab a towel on the way to my room. I quickly stripped off and lay down. I closed my eyes and did think about my sister. I thought about those two kisses. I thought about all her hugs, I thought about all the times she leaned against me on the couch. I thought about how she looked in her cheerleader uniform and her cocktail uniform. All these put together had me shooting into the towel quite quickly. It was the most satisfying jerk off I had ever had. I slept well that night.

That night broke the ice. After then, I started fantasizing about my sister every time I jerked off. Whenever we were near each other, we were touching or hugging in some way. It wasn't just her idea; I initiated a lot of it which she seemed to like a lot. The happiest times were when I was with my sister. Again, whenever this happened around mom, she didn't seem to mind any of it, which had me wondering at times.

After I graduated, I got a part time job. I only worked a couple days a week as mom thought I should enjoy the summer between high school and college as much as I could. I began waiting up until Bambi got home from work when I could. We would sit together on the couch and chat while she would wind down for the day. I would usually massage her calves and feet for her. We always ended the day with a hug, and often a quick kiss.

In July, my sister had her 20th birthday; a day I will never forget. It was a Saturday so we all slept in. At breakfast I gave Bambi her presents: a bottle of her favorite perfume and a heart pendant with a ruby in the center, her birthstone. She put the pendant on and stated she loved it and would never take it off. To this day it is very rare that she is not wearing it.

She came over to me, sat in my lap, and put her arms around me. She gave me a big hug and a sweet kiss and said, "I love the gifts. You are the very best brother ever. I'll need to think of a good way to thank you for them."

A few of her friends were taking her shopping so Bambi left to meet them at the mall. Mom busied herself cleaning the house and I sat down to watch some TV. The morning went by quickly.

The day was beautiful so after lunch, mom and I decided to get some sun on the back deck. We changed into our bathing suits and went outside. I must say, mom still looked great in a bikini. She's kept in shape and her body could give many younger women a run for their money. I told her as much which she appreciated. We applied sun block, helping each other with our backs, lay down and started reading books. We'd been there for about an hour when Bambi came home carrying a number of shopping bags. She said she'd put them in her room, change and join us.

A few minutes later she came back wearing her bikini. It was bright red and quite revealing. The top covered the outside of her tits but left a little over a third of them uncovered on the inside creating a wonderful cleavage. The bottoms were just two triangles connected by strings on her hips. Over half of her cheeks were exposed. She saw me watching and took her time walking over to the cushion to lie down on her stomach.

"Can someone please put some sun block on me?" she asked.

Mom motioned me over and whispered to me.

"Since it's her birthday, why don't we make her feel good at the same time? As we apply the sun block, let's give her a massage as well. You start at her feet and I'll start at her shoulders."

I didn't need to be asked twice. Any excuse to run my hands over my sister's body was good, even if it was only her legs. Mom took the block and put four squirts on her back and handed the bottle to me. I put a short line of block on the back of each calf. I noticed that before she started rubbing in the block, mom not only untied the string across Bambi's back, but also the one across her neck.

I started on her left leg, spreading the block around before rubbing it in. I rubbed for a couple of minutes before switching legs. The right was treated the same. As I scooted forward to work on her thighs, my sister spread her legs to give me room. I saw that mom had finished with the first two dots of block and was reaching down to the third.

In all the massages I had given her after work, I had only worked on her feet and calves, so this was the first time I had touched her thighs. They were wonderful. Bambi must have loved what we were doing because I heard her moan a few times. I was so into rubbing her thighs, I forgot to put on the block. I don't think she noticed.

When mom was finished with her back, she put a small drop of sun block on her hands and rubbed my sister's butt. I sat staring as mom pulled her suit together, wedging it into her ass crack, so she could get to all of her cheeks. All the while, Bambi was moaning, giggling, and pushing her butt back at mom's hand. When she was done, Mom pulled the suit out of Bambi's crack to lay it flat on her butt, giving me a quick flash of my sister's asshole and lips.

Mom motioned me to scoot back down to Bambi's feet and she moved back up to her head. As I moved down, I adjusted my dick which had gotten somewhat hard when I was massaging my sister. I expected mom to retie the top, but she didn't. She just tapped Bambi on the shoulder. When my sister raised up to turn over, mom picked up the top and tossed it aside.

When she lay back down on her back, I got my first look at my sister's bare tits. They were awesome. They stood up firmly off her chest, only moving sideways slightly, creating a small channel in the middle. The first thing I thought of when I saw it was that would be a great place to lay my dick. I stared transfixed as mom put a dollop of sun block on one tit and then began to massage it in. Bambi let out a very contented sigh and reached up with her had to gently rub mom's forearm, encouraging her to continue. After a few moments mom softly cleared her throat. When I looked up at her she was smiling from ear to ear, but she indicated with a glance that I should be working on my sisters legs.

With an embarrassed grin, and an even harder dick, I started rubbing block into each leg. While I was doing this, I kept glancing up at mom massaging my sister's tits. I would have given anything to have been able to do that myself and wished mom had chosen me to start at her head instead of her. I was to change my mind soon.

Again, as we worked our way up and down her respectively, we met in the middle of Bambi's body. I watched eagerly as mom moved her hand off my sister's stomach and rubbed sun block down onto Bambi's crotch. I noticed that a wet spot had appeared in her suit which indicated my sister was enjoying her massage very much. After trying a few times to get her fingers under the edge of the suit, my mom stopped.

"These are just getting in the way," mom said, reached for the ties of the suit and pulled. I sat there stunned as Bambi lifted her hips off the ground to allow mom to remove her suit bottom. For the first time in my life, I was looking down upon my sister totally nude. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her pussy was shaved completely bare, not even a little strip at the top.

My eyes moved up her body and noticed that Bambi had lifted her head and was looking at me. I could tell she enjoyed showing herself to me, but was also a little apprehensive about how I would react.

"So beautiful," I said, barely above a whisper.

I could see the pleasure flood her face as I spoke. She smiled widely and lay her head back down. I moved my eyes back down her body, pausing briefly on her wonderful tits, past her very smooth stomach, and onto her wonderful pussy. As I sat there admiring it, I felt mom move over to my side. I jumped a little as she spoke softly on my ear.

"Why don't you give it a lick? I'm sure both of you would love it."

I turned to her amazed. I was still having a hard time coming to grips with the fact that mom had basically stripped my sister for me to look at. Now she was actually suggesting that I go down on her. It was too much to process. She just smiled at me and nodded back at Bambi. I turned back to my sister, but still hesitated. I felt mom gently, but firmly press the tops of my shoulder, bending me down towards the treasure between my sister's legs. As I got closer, Bambi spread her legs further.

Mom had stopped pushing, but I kept moving on my own. When I got close, I could see some moisture forming on my sister's pussy lips and I could also smell her arousal. Her fragrance was intoxicating. I paused for a brief moment to enjoy the scent, then leaned in the final few inches and gave one long lick the full length of her pussy.

"YESSSSSSSSSS!" she hissed as she reached out to put her hands on my head.

I gave her several more long slow licks, going both over and around her lips. Then, starting at the bottom, I put light kisses on her outer lips. I moved back and forth between the two lips, slowly moving upward. When I got to the top, I planted a kiss right on her clit. I stayed on her clit for several minutes, alternating between kissing, licking, and gently sucking on it.

I reached up with my hands and eased her open. I then ran my tongue up and down inside between her inner lips. I went up and down several times, gently flicking her clit at the top, and softly probing her opening at the bottom each time. By this time she was getting quite wet, and I could feel her heating up as more blood flowed down in her arousal.

My sister began to move her hips more at this point, so I just stuck my tongue out and let her guide herself around to the area she wanted licked. I held up her butt so she wouldn't get too tired as she moved herself around to have me lick different areas. I noticed that wherever she moved to, she usually gravitated back to her clit. I used her moving, along with her moans and sighs to guide me along. When I noticed she was concentrating my tongue on just her clit, I eased her back down on the ground so she wouldn't strain her muscles and began to increase the pressure of my licking.

At this point I also reached up with both hands and began to caress her tits. Starting on the outside, I rubbed in circles, slowly making them smaller and moving inward. When I got to the middle, I took each nipple between my thumb and forefinger and twirled them. I then stopped twirling and gently squeezed. As I was squeezing, I started sucking harder on her clit, using my tongue to lightly flick it back and forth. This must have been the trigger because her moaning increased greatly. She also grabbed my head and pulled it hard against her.




Bambi & Me



"Yes...yes...yes...yes...yes...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she husked as she pressed herself hard up against my face. I could feel her whole pelvic area spasm and she gushed, soaking my chin. Her whole body tensed as she was being held up by only her shoulders and feet.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." she panted, barely above a whisper. After several moments, she eased herself back down to the ground. I stopped sucking and licking, and just gave her tender kisses. I continued the light kisses as she slowly got her breathing under control. I then lay my head on her thigh.

While I had been licking my sister, mom had managed to get my swimsuit off of me. At first she had trouble getting the waistband over the head of my rock hard dick, but she eventually managed. Not only was Bambi naked, now I was too.

After a few moments, mom came up and whispered to me. "You should work your way up her body and give her a nice kiss. Women love that after a good cum."

I thought that was a good idea so I started to lick and kiss my way up. I paused briefly to give each nipple a quick suck, and then kissed my way up her neck. I then leaned down to kiss Bambi. When our lips met, my sister reached up and wrapped her arms around me. She hugged me tight as our tongues dueled.

Even though I had figured it probably was coming. I was still startled when mom reached in and took a hold of my dick. As I leaned down to kiss my sister, she angled me in such a way that as our lips touched, my dick eased into her opening. It was very tight and at first I thought it wouldn't go, but Bambi relaxed and my head popped in. My sister hissed when it happened, but she didn't break the kiss. All during the kiss, I could feel mom caressing my butt.

All of a sudden, without warning, mom shoved on my butt with all her weight, plunging my whole dick inside my sister in one thrust. Part way in, there was some serious resistance, but then it gave way and I only stopped again then my pubes were pressed on hers. When I broke through the resistance, Bambi's whole body tensed up and her arms tightened in a death grip. Her lips stay pressed to mine, but she stopped actively kissing me. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes until she relaxed. When she had loosened her grip on me, I leaned up to look down on her. Her eyes were shut tight and a tear was leaking from one.

"Bam?" I asked quietly, "Were you a ...? I mean did I just...?"

I couldn't quite finish the questions, but she knew what I was asking. She still hadn't opened her eyes, but they were not as tense as before. She nodded her head and said, "Uh huh."

"Oh Bam," I whispered, "Why? You should have given that to someone special."

She opened her eyes and smiled up at me.

"Oh you silly man," she said smiling, "I did. Haven't you figured out by now that to me, nobody is more special then my sweet, adorable, handsome, little brother?"

She leaned up and kissed me again. While all her other kisses had been filled with passion, this one was filled with love. Her love flowed out her body, through the kiss, and into me. The longer we kissed, the more I came to realize just how much I loved my sister. I returned that love in the kiss, and when we broke it, I leaned down and said to her, "I love you too my sweet, sweet sister."

"Show me," she said. "Make love to me"

So I did just that. I rose up on both arms and slowly pulled myself out until just the head was inside her. Just as slowly I eased it back in. I did this several more times, making sure to go very slowly as I knew she would still be sore. Eventually my sister started pushing up at me when I pushed in. This told me that her pain had eased some so I sped up just a little. I also leaned down and kissed her neck and throat. I moved back and forth, nuzzling her neck and gently nibbling her earlobes.

"Oh my God," I said in her ear. "You feel so wonderful wrapped around me. You're so hot and tight it just feels awesome."

"If I had known it would be this good, aside from the initial pain, I would have done this a lot sooner," she answered.

We kissed hard as I continued to increase the speed. I also occasionally stopped when fully inside her to press my pubes against hers, trying to rub her clit. I leaned down to suck on her nipples, but arching my back like that made it harder to control my thrusts, so I stopped. Instead, I held myself up with one arm and used the other to rub her tits.

All too soon I felt that familiar tingle in my balls. With everything that had gone on today, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I was actually surprised I had lasted this long. I sped up even faster and leaned down to her.

"I'm ready to cum," I said to her. "I'm really close."

Wrapping her legs around me she said, "I am too. Cum with me brother. Cum with me Sweetie."

A few strokes later, I plunged in fully and held myself there as I shot rope after rope of cum, deep inside my sister. This set her off and her legs tightened and I felt her pussy throb.

"Yes...yes...yes...yes...yes...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she hissed again, just like she had earlier. I guess Bambi is not a screamer like Becky was.

As we finished cumming, I eased down and then rolled us to the side so I wouldn't be too heavy on her. We kissed gently a few times and then just lay there in each other's arms. While lying there, I realized in my mind for the first time that everything we had just done, was outside in our back yard. It's a good thing we have a very high privacy fence and that no neighbors are close. It also occurred to me that mom was no longer there.

I had been so engrossed with my sister that I didn't notice her leaving. I also began to really wonder about her participation in this afternoon's activities. Bambi looked too contented right now to ask her, so I just planned on asking mom later. I was having a hard time processing the fact that I had just had the most wonderful sex of my life, and it was with my sister. Additionally, it was not only supported, but encouraged by our mom.

We lay there together for about twenty minutes before a cloud passed by and briefly hid the sun. This broke us from our contentment and made us think it might be time to get up.

"I think we need a shower," I said. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine."

My sister laughed and said, "You just can't keep your hands off me, can you?"

"Can you blame me?" I countered. "You've got such a beautiful and sexy body I can't resist."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, mister, but don't you dare stop."

She kissed me again and we got up. We picked up our suits and then hand in hand, walked into the house. I'm not sure what we would have said if we had met mom while we were both naked, but it didn't happen. We got into the shower together and leisurely washed each other. I did get a little hard while Bambi was washing my dick, but not enough to fool around. I think we were both still contented with what had already happened. We got out, dried each other, and then we each went to our own rooms to get dressed.

I sat on my bed trying to come to terms with what had happened. I know I should have felt shame for what we did. Almost every society says incest is wrong. In most of the world, it's not only wrong, but it's also illegal. However, try as I might, I couldn't feel bad about it at all. I knew now that I truly loved my sister and that she loved me as well. Right now, that's all that mattered. I got dressed and headed down to the living room.

Both mom and Bambi were already there. Mom was in her chair and my sister on the couch. When I sat on the couch next to her, my sister scooted over and snuggled up to me.

"Dinner will be ready in about 45 minutes," said mom.

"Oh goody," said Bambi, "my favorite, right?"

"Would I fix anything else?" asked mom.

"Not today, you wouldn't dare."

We all laughed at that and then settled down. A few minutes later, mom got up to go finish dinner. Bambi and I just stayed there and cuddled, not talking at all. When mom called us we went and had a wonderful dinner with a birthday cake. We all laughed and joked, just like any other day, and nobody said anything about earlier. When we were finished, mom said she would clean up and for us to just go relax. We went and watched TV with me holding my sister.

A little while later mom came in and said she was going to go to bed and read her book. Bambi got up and gave her a huge hug.

"Thank you for the best birthday of my entire life mom. I love you very much," she said.

"Goodnight sweetheart, I love you too," mom responded.

Mom came over to me and said, "Goodnight sweetie." It looked for a moment like she wanted to say something else, but she just leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you too honey"

"I love you too mom, lots and lots," I said, kissing her on the cheek as well.

Mom went off to her bedroom and Bambi came over and put her arm around me. She didn't say anything but just walked us towards our bedrooms. When we got there she stopped at hers but pushed me towards mine.

"Go in and get ready for bed," she said. "I'll be there in a few minutes to show you what I got shopping today.

I went to my bedroom and stripped down to my boxers, what I usually slept in. I also took a moment to straighten up and try to make my room look less like a pig sty. I had just finished tossing the extra junk and clothes in the closet when there was a tap at the door and my sister said, "Close your eyes."

I sat on the bed, closed my eyes and said, "I'm ready."

I heard the door open, and then close. There was a little rustling and then, "Open your eyes."

My sister stood in front of me in a very sexy black babydoll nightgown. It was lacy across her tits, giving you hints as to what lay beneath, with a bow in the middle of them. There was a row of fluff around the bottom edge. The rest of it was sheer and I could see matching panties underneath. She had brushed out her hair and it lay softly around her shoulders. She stood there for a moment and then did a slow turn to let me see it all. When she had finished her turn, she looked at me and raised her eyebrow as if to say, "well?"

"Sis," I said as I stood up, "I didn't think you could get any sexier, but I was wrong. We'd better be careful because you look hot enough to set the house on fire."

She grinned widely and stepped up to me for a kiss.

"You say the nicest things," She cooed. "I'm glad you like it because I got quite a few different outfits. I plan on slowly showing them all to you, as well as seeing how good you are at taking them off of me."

"Take them off? You look so great in them, why in the world would I want to take them off?"

She looked at me funny so I laughed to let her know I was kidding. I reached up and caressed her cheek.

"I'm going to really enjoy taking them off of you, but not tonight."

"Why not tonight?"

"Because even though I'm sure you won't admit it, I know you are still sore from this afternoon. I don't want to do anything to aggravate that. We have plenty of time so I'd just love to sleep with you in my arms and enjoy waking up next to you."

My sister kissed me deep. When she finished she said, "That's why I love you so much. You're always thinking of others. That doesn't mean I can't give you pleasure in other ways though. I plan on returning the favor you did to me earlier."

Bambi pushed me back until my legs hit the bed and I sat down. She knelt between my legs and reached for my boxers. Using my arms for leverage, I lifted my hips to let her remove them, tossing them aside. I spread my legs as my sister ran her hands up my legs. I had been getting hard ever since I opened my eyes, but when she ran her tongue up my length, the pace quickened. In no time her licks had me like stone.

She took me in her hands and placed a soft kiss right on the tip. Parting her lips, she slowly let the head enter her mouth. After licking the head for a moment, she started taking more of me in, again very slowly. When I bumped into her throat, she reversed and started to pull off. Once I was out, my sister ran her tongue around the head, especially right below the rim. Licking her way down to the bottom, she sucked on each of my balls gently before licking her way back up.

Bambi did this same routine 5 or 6 times; in and out slowly followed by licking down and back up, sucking my balls as well. On the last time, she only withdrew about half way before taking me back in. She bobbed her head several times, just moving in and out a few inches, letting the tip bump her throat each time. She then removed me and took a big breath.

"Like that so far little brother?" she asked, looking up in my face.

"Oh hell yes," was my eager reply.

My sister took me into her mouth again, this time looking me in the eyes. She let me bump her throat before backing away only slightly. When I bumped again, she didn't pull away. Instead she swallowed a couple of times. This took me right into her throat, allowing her to take the last of me in her mouth. She only held me there briefly before taking me out completely so she could get a breath.

When she had me in her throat, I'd let out a huge sigh along with a "DAAAAAAAAAMN." I let myself fall back on the bed and closed my eyes. I felt my sister run little kisses up and down the sides of my dick as well as the top. She took me in her mouth a couple of times and then went back to the kisses and licking.

Eventually she just concentrated on sucking me in and out of her mouth while running her tongue around me, occasionally taking me in her throat. I encouraged her with plenty of moaning and sighing. My sister had my arousal rising and soon I was getting close to letting loose. When Bambi sensed I was close, she backed off completely to let me calm down.

"Nooooooooo," I groaned harshly when she stopped.

"Little brother doesn't want to wait I see," she giggled. "I don't blame him, but it'll only be better later."

She took me back into her mouth and started the whole process all over again. After about five more minutes she had me worked up again. I almost expected her to stop again, but this time she didn't. She just held the first little bit of me in her mouth and rapidly flicked her tongue across the head. I was soon on the edge.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum," I said.

My sister just continued and let me blast off in her mouth. I thrust up off the bed as several big squirts shot into her. She swallowed each one of them. When I had collapsed back onto the bed, she lightly licked me as I caught my breath. She then lay down next to me and smiled.

"Did I do good?" She asked.

"Awesome." I responded.

I pulled her to me and gave her a big thank you kiss. I could briefly taste myself in her mouth, but our saliva soon washed that away. After breaking the kiss, we lay there for a few minutes before I got up and pulled her up with me. I reached down and pulled back the covers. As I walked over to shut off the light, my sister got into the bed. When I walked back she held the covers up to me and I slid into her warm embrace. With one last kiss we settled down.

"Goodnight Sis," I said.

"Goodnight sweetie," she responded.

I'm not sure about her, but it only took me about ten minutes before I was asleep.

I woke up early to find myself lying on my back. My sister's head was resting on my shoulder and one arm was across my chest. Her easy breathing told me she was still asleep. I opened my eyes and confirmed this. Bambi lay there with the most peaceful and contented smile on her face. I gently stroked her face and then closed my eyes and went to sleep again.

When I woke again later, we were still in the same position. My sister was still asleep, but this time I needed to get up and use the bathroom. As quietly and softly as I could, I slid from underneath her and got out of bed. I pulled on my bathrobe and headed down the hall. As I reached the bathroom, mom was just leaving it.

"Morning sweetheart," she said smiling.

"Morning Mom," I answered. I was a little embarrassed to see her after all that had happened in the last day. "Umm, mom? I just..."

She didn't let me finish. She just put a finger on my lips and said, "Later." She kissed me on the cheek and walked away. I entered the bathroom, took care of my morning necessities, and hopped in the shower. The water felt good and I stayed there for a little while. When I finally finished, I dried off and went to my room to dress. Bambi had woken up and was in her room.

When I had dressed, I went to the kitchen. Mom was there having a cup of coffee and reading the paper. I got myself some OJ and sat down to the sports section. In about twenty minutes my sister came in with a big smile and a cheery "Morning."

She went up and gave mom a big hug and then came to me for a hug and a kiss. We just looked at each other but didn't say anything.

"Let's go out for breakfast," mom said. "I don't feel like cooking."

"Great idea," said Bambi.

"I'll drive," I said, after chugging the rest of my juice.

We drove over to our favorite place. It was a small mom and pop operation but had the best breakfast food, always with large portions. There was about a fifteen minute wait, which was usual as it is very popular. When we finally got our table, both of them sat opposite of me. We had a breakfast exactly the same as we'd had for years. We talked, ate, joked, and laughed, just like normal. When we got home, that was normal too. We read books, watched TV, and played games. Sometimes alone, sometimes together, exactly like any other Sunday. I guess my sister did kiss me a number of times, and that was different, but that was the only thing.

When it was time for bed, I went with Bambi and this time we slept in her room. This night I did make love to my sister. It was sweet, tender, loving, and wonderful. I managed to give her several orgasms before I came deep inside her. We once again fell asleep in each others' arms.

After this, my sister and I slept together every night; sometimes in her room, but mostly in mine. We made love two or three times a week. Each Saturday night she would show me another piece of her new lingerie. There were more babydolls as well as some teddies and chemises. My favorite was a pushup bra and a thong panty over a garter belt with fishnet stockings.

Everything went really well until the second week in August. At that point I started thinking about me leaving for college. I was really torn. I knew I needed to go to college to prepare myself for a good career, but I didn't want to give up what I had with my sister. The situation resolved itself one evening.

We had been watching TV as we usually did, but my mind was preoccupied. I think I missed a question from Bambi because she suddenly sat up and turned to look at me.

"Are you going to tell me what has been bothering you lately?" she asked.

I heaved a heavy sigh and said, "Its college. I'm going away soon and I'm going to miss you a lot...both of you."

Mom chuckled and Bambi just smiled. "You're not going to miss me at all," she said.

When I looked puzzled she said, "You don't honestly think I'm going to let you go off to college alone and leave you under the influence of all those horny co-eds do you? Not on your life buster. I've been doing some research and I just put a down payment on an apartment. There is a complex on the edge of campus that caters to married students. It's right next to a strip mall that has just about anything you would need."

"Married students?" I asked.

"We've got the same last name so nobody will question us," she said with a grin.

"I can help with that." Mom stated and got up and left. She came back a few moments later and handed us a set of rings.

"These belonged to your grandparents. If they don't fit we can get them sized."




Bambi & Me



My sister and I each took a ring and at the same time, slipped them on each other. My ring fit well but hers was a little loose. We sat there looking at each other as well as looking at our hands. After a few moments, mom spoke up again.

"Why are just sitting there? You've just gotten married, aren't you going to consummate this?"

I stood up and gave mom a huge hug. "Thanks a lot mom. You're the best."

I then reached down and picked Bambi up off the couch. She shrieked with surprise and grabbed me around the neck. I carried her down to her bedroom, kicking the door shut after us with my foot. I set her on the bed and gave her a deep kiss. I started to slowly unbutton her blouse but she didn't want to go slow. Pushing my hands away, she grabbed her blouse and yanked it open, sending buttons flying. She whipped it off and reached back for her bra.

I laughed and pulled my shirt over my head. By the time she had her shorts and panties off, I had my pants and boxers off as well. My sister pulled me down on top of her and we kissed frantically as we rubbed our naked bodies together. She pushed me onto my back and kissed her way down to my dick where she licked it rapidly. It only took a few minutes of her talented mouth to get me very hard. When she had me where she wanted me, she straddled me and plunged herself all the way on my dick in one thrust.

She leaned over with a huge smile on her face and spoke to me softly.

"You have no idea how much it turns me on to think of you this way; my brother, my husband. It is the ultimate fulfillment of my love and desires. I don't know if I'll ever be happier than I am right now."

"That sounds like a challenge to me. I guess it's up to me to try and find ways to make you even happier...my sister, my wife."

I started to play with her tits as she sat back up and rode me. Her steady up and down movement felt really good. She would relax in the down stroke and squeeze me on the up stroke. She had me moaning constantly.

After a while I had her get off me and onto her hands and knees. I held her hips and entered her from behind. My sister put her head down on the bed, allowing me to penetrate deeper. She reached back and rubbed her clit. Our excitement rose quickly and we were getting close to cumming soon.

I pulled out and had her lay down on her back. I entered her again as we looked in each others' eyes. It only took a few more moments before my sister came hard, her pussy squeezing me rhythmically. This triggered me and I went off deep inside her. I felt myself pulse several times as I filled her with my cum. We lay there side by side as we came down from our exertions. We kissed several times and held each other close as we drifted off to sleep.

Ten days later we were packed up and ready to move to our new apartment at college. I could tell that mom was very sad that we were both leaving, but she insisted she would be fine. She took some time off work to come and help us get settled. She and Bambi got everything set up while I registered for classes and got familiar with the campus. A few days later she flew back home.

When classes started, Bambi went out and got a job, again serving cocktails. She had an advantage over the students as she could work full time during the days. We soon settled into a good routine. Our neighbors were really nice. Most of the couples were both students, but a few were like us with only one of them in school. We made many friends.

That was four years ago. I'm sitting here recollecting all this as I wait my turn for my diploma. I got my degree in electrical engineering and already have a job lined up. The new company is going to pay for moving me and my family. Mom said she's ready to retire so she can move to be near us. I know Bambi is very happy to have her near to help her.

I glance out at the visitors section. Even though I cannot see them, I know both mom and Bambi are there watching. I told my sister she shouldn't come but she insisted. I know it's hard for her to get around as she is eight months pregnant. The sonogram says we are having a girl. That will be good as we already have a 16 month old boy. I know mom is holding him right now. She loves being a grandmother. As I think about my little boy, I cannot help but wonder; when he grows up, how is he going to feel towards his sister?



Bambi Does It Her Way-Rev.1



"This is bullshit! All bullshit! I didn't hit the stupid bitch, all right? She's lying!"

The middle-aged female officer pushed the tall, blonde woman through the door and into the waiting arms of Reno police headquarters' burly Sgt. Brown, who stood there trying to keep his coffee from spilling as the blonde and her three friends were ordered to sit down in front of him.

"What do we have here?" Brown asked the officer.

"Assault and resisting arrest," the woman replied.

"I want to see my attorney!" the blonde demanded.

"Calm down, lady," Brown said, his eyes involuntarily drinking in the sight of her delectably long legs. "You'll get your phone call. I just want to know a few things."

"Like what?"

"Who are you?"

"My name is Bambi."

"Bambi?" he snickered. "Is that for real?"

"Her birth name is Amber," said the gum-chewing redhead sitting next to her.

"Amber?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"So Bambi is what—a nickname?"

"No, it's my real name," Bambi replied. "I had it changed a long time ago."

"Bambi is a Disney character," the female officer said disparagingly. "And it's the name of a male deer."

"So? What of it?"

Brown put his coffee cup down on his desk and studied the beautiful face.

"Are you purposely trying to be difficult?" he asked Bambi.

"I'm telling you the truth."

"Why would a woman choose to be named after a male deer?"

"It's a long story."

"I'm listening."

Bambi rolled her eyes and grimaced at the female officer standing over her. "Okay. It goes something like this. My real name is Amber."

"Your friend..." Brown suddenly cut himself short and turned to the redhead. "What is your name by the way?"

"Mistress Mayhem," the redhead replied casually.

"Oh, boy!" the female officer groaned.

"Mistress Mayhem," Brown chuckled. "And I suppose that's your real name too?"

"Of course not. It's my alter ego."

"I see. And what about you?" he asked the pretty brunette sitting on Mayhem's left.

"Sinderella," the girl replied without even looking at him. "And that's spelled with an 's'."

"Of course it is."

Brown looked warily at the waifish young woman on the end. She was dressed totally in black and was holding a rosary in her hands.

"And I suppose you must be...the 'Wicked Queen'?"

The girl laughed. "You're very funny Sgt...Sgt..."

"Brown," he said flatly.

"Yes, Sgt. Brown. Your perceptions are not far off. My name is Sister Severity."

Several of the other officers in the room watched as she fondled her rosary beads with increasing alacrity. A few laughed out loud.

"Severity?" Brown asked, shaking his head.

"Yes. As in severe, or sever."

Despite the girl's sanguine demeanor there was an unmistakable tinge of contumely in her voice.

"Let's get back to you miss," Brown said to Bambi. "Your real name please."

"Amber."

"Amber what?"

"Amber Dextruss."

"Did you say, 'ambidextrous'?" the female officer inquired.

"No," Bambi replied. "My last name is 'Dextruss'—d-e-x-t-r-u-s-s. But I am ambidextrous. That's how I got my name."

At this point most of the officers were laughing at the ridiculous story, but Brown was determined to get to the bottom of things.

"Let's get this straight," he said, his voice quavering with irritation. "Your real, legal last name is 'Dextruss' but you also happen to be...ambidextrous?"

"That's right."

"And you can use both your left and right hands equally well?"

"Yes. I can write, play guitar, throw a ball... even punch guy in the face with either hand. You know, like when you go to a bar and some loser starts hitting on you...you hit him, right? Or when some jerk in authority asks too many stupid questions..."

Brown eyed her furtively.

"Which hand did you use to strike that woman?"

 Bambi's face suddenly grew dark. "I told you. I didn't strike Sado Lady."

"Who the hell is 'Sado Lady'?"

"She's the woman who won for best director at the AVN award show tonight," one of the male officers informed him. "Her real name is Jennifer Steele."

"Thanks for the update," Brown replied, dubiously.

"Sado Lady is an asshole and she didn't deserve to win a frigging thing," Bambi said. "But I never laid a hand on her."

"So you claim. But what I don't understand is how you came to call yourself 'Bambi'.

"Oh, that's easy. You see, because I was ambidextrous, the kids in school called me that."

"Ambidextrous?"

"No, just 'Ambi'. My older brother was the one who started calling me 'Bambi'."

"And why was that?"

"Because I loved that cute little deer. I had all his books, his movies, his dolls, everything. I lived Bambi day and night."

"And so you had your name legally changed to 'Bambi'?"

"Yes. Is that so hard to understand?"

At that moment a rotund, balding man poked his head through his office door and addressed the sergeant.

"Jennifer Steele's attorney just called. She's dropping all charges against Ms. Dextruss."

Bambi pumped her fist in the air. "Yes!" she cried exultantly.

"Now why would she do that?" Brown asked the officer.

"Don't know. Maybe she's feeling magnanimous."

"About what?"

"Maybe because she beat Bambi out for best picture the second year in a row!" Mayhem suggested.

"But she's not going to win next time," Bambi said, her eyes locked on Brown. "You know what they say—three strikes and you're out. Well, that's not going to be me!"

"We still have her on resisting arrest," the female officer said to Brown.

"No assault?"

"No."

The sergeant leaned over close to Bambi, his face stern.

"I'm going to make this easy on you and let you off with only a fine—this time. Now get the hell out of my office."

Bambi looked up into the sergeant's eyes and offered a weak smile. "See you around, handsome."

Brown watched bemusedly as the female officer escorted Bambi and her friends out the door. As soon as the women had gone, the entire room exploded with laughter.

"Bambi Dextruss!" Brown cried. "That's one for the books!"





Bambi Does It Her Way-Rev.1



"Yeah, I read it," he replied dryly. "So, a gangbang movie, huh? That's fucking great! One chick or two?"

"Oh, at least two," she replied evasively.

"Excellent! So, when does filming begin?"

"In two weeks. Don't worry, the director will contact you with all the information in a few days."

Freddie was thrilled. He was going to finally get to do what he loved best.





Bambi Does It Her Way-Rev.1



"Good." She turned to Mistress P. "Go back to fucking his ass with that dildo. The rest of you girls can do whatever the hell you want with this asshole. Enjoy yourselves!"

With her blessings, the crowd of thirty of so women began ravaging his naked, trembling frame, employing the most vulgar language as they did so. The ubiquitous cameras caught every motion, every nuance on tape. Nothing was done or said that was not captured in some fashion, either on film or in photos. The gangbang was now in full swing.

Bambi decided to concentrate her attentions on Freddie for the time being, and to let her second and third assistant directors handle the filming of the other two men. She walked up to the prostrate man, tightly secured by leather straps on each limb, her luxurious long blonde hair falling into his face as she bent over him.

"Look into the camera, asshole!" she said, grabbing his chin in her hand.

He winced but made no outcry as the camera lens moved in for a close up of his face.

"Good," she said, pleased. "I don't like cry babies. Now I want you to listen to me very carefully, Freddie boy. You will address all of the women here as 'mistress' and nothing more. And that includes me. If I hear you utter any words such as cunt, bitch, whore, slut, etc., I'm going to send you home with the worse case of blue balls you've ever had in your miserable life. And if you cum without permission...well, you get thrown out on your ass with no pay. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Yes, mistress," he replied meekly.

"And you will do whatever the mistresses tell you to do without exception. Got it?"

"Yes, mistress, exactly as they say."

With Freddie's engorged genitals on full display and in a completely vulnerable state, he had little choice but to comply with Bambi's demands. He watched with trepidation as the group of pretty young females hovered around him, encircling his taught, muscular body like vultures, eager to devour his succulent male flesh. He had to admit that they were a good-looking lot, most of them dressed in various colors of leather or latex cat suits that clung to their bodies like a second skin. Some of the outfits allowed the breasts to be exposed; others had a cutout in the lower section allowing easy access to their genitals.

The sight of so much female beauty was overwhelming, but all he could do was lay there like a sacrificial lamb as the women ran their tongues and hands over his entire body, admiring the handsome, tanned form as they prepared to fuck the meaty behemoth sticking up between his legs.

Much to Sinderella's dismay, but in deference to Bambi's direction, it was a young, redheaded girl of eighteen who volunteered to be the first to sample Freddie's gargantuan organ. Captivated by the man's physical beauty no less than his massive erection, she easily climbed atop his body and took the shaft of his penis in her right hand while facing him. She guided his tool to her already moist slit and with one singular effort managed to absorb the entire length of him inside her. She gasped with pleasure as she began riding him.

"What a fucking big dick!" she exclaimed as she rode him, desperately seeking climax.

"Go for it, Tina!" another girl cried. "Ride that fucking big cock!"

Tina was in heaven. She lowered her body down so that she could kiss Freddie, offering her tongue to him as he fiercely drove his cock in and out of her cunt.

"You thought you were going to shoot your hot cum in our faces, didn't you?" she asked him, her hot, passionate kisses exciting him to no end.

"Yes, mistress," he replied, feeling his balls tighten.

"Now the joke is on you, isn't it, mother fucker?"

"Yes, mistress."

That was all Tina could say because just then she was gripped by a powerful orgasm.

"Oh fuck! Oh shit!" she cried. "This asshole is going to make me cum!"

The young girl screamed as she came, the intensity of her orgasm washing over her like an uncontrollable wave of pure ecstasy.

The audience applauded loudly.

"That was fucking great, Tina!" Bambi said. "Very erotic!"

Tina was so overcome by her climax that she couldn't even respond. She climbed off Freddie and took a seat in the far corner of the room, her entire body flushed and trembling.

"Now it's my turn to fuck him," Sinderella said into the camera. "But first I'm going to suck that big prick of his."

She said this with such bravura that the other women laughed with delight.

"I'll bet you can't fit that fucking thing in your mouth!" Mayhem said.

"You watch me!" Sinderella replied as she hovered over Freddie's midsection.

Her lips, now glistening with a fresh coating of gloss, encircled the mammoth penis easily, and with precise, rapid movements she fellated his swollen cock with the expertise of a professional whore.

"Don't you dare shoot off in my mouth or I'll have Sister Severity castrate you," she said to Freddie.

"Hey, that's a great idea!" Severity replied with a big smile. "What do you think, Bambi? A real, live castration! That would put our film over the top!"

"And land me in jail," Bambi said sourly. "No thanks."

"I have a really cool scalpel in my handbag," she said eagerly.

Freddie grimaced. "Is this bitch for real?"

"What did I tell you about using that word?" Bambi said, striking him across the face with her clipboard.

"But she wants to cut my nuts off!"

"Don't worry about your fucking nuts. They're safe...for now."

Freddie offered her a weak smile but he was far from being completely assured.

"As for you," Bambi said to Severity. "I want no more talk about castration. But if you feel the desire to inflict a little punishment on these guys, you have my blessings. But keep it light. Understood?"

"Okay," she replied looking disappointed. "But it sure would have been nice to end the film on a high note with this asshole's balls in my hands."

Freddie was relieved to see the elfin girl depart, swinging her rosary beads in the air as she made her way toward some of the more formidable-looking women in the crowd.

"I'm glad you're the one in charge here," Freddie said to Bambi. "That girl scares me."

"She scares a lot of people," Bambi replied as she told Sinderella to resume sucking the handsome man's cock.

The cameras now closed in on Sinderella's incredible blowjob, capturing in detail every little ridge and vein of the turgid, straining cock under her control. Sensing Freddie was approaching orgasm, she removed her mouth from his prick and sat on his face, ordering him to eat her pussy.

"That's it," she cooed as his tongue darted in and out of her heated cunt. "Drink all my fuck juices you little shit! I want to cum in your mouth!"

Freddie sucked harder, forcing his tongue as far up into her slit as he could.

"Oh, yes baby!" she cried with joy. "Suck me! Suck me!"

Mayhem was getting so turned on by the sight that that she jumped onto the bed and, parting her black satin underwear to one side, guided Freddie's unattended cock straight into her dripping vagina.

"The god-damn thing feels like a fucking kielbasa!" she exclaimed to everyone's delight. "But it feels really fucking good ladies, I can tell you that!"

The thirty or so women standing around the fornicating trio laughed as they watched the pretty redhead ride Freddie's huge pole, her enormous tits bouncing up and down as she did so.

"Now this is a cock!" she continued as she looked between her legs to see the gargantuan appendage disappear and then reappear only moments later from her hairy snatch.

"Are we going to witness a double orgasm, ladies?" Bambi said into the camera. "I don't know but it looks like it might happen!"

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" the crowd chanted as both Sinderella and Mayhem felt themselves approaching climax.

"Yes! Yes!" Sinderella screamed. "You're going to make me cum you son of a bitch!"

Freddie licked her cunt for all he was worth, fighting to hold back his own orgasm as the two women grabbed each other's arms and tried to steady themselves for the oncoming explosion emanating from their own overheated cunts.

"Fuck!" Mayhem cried as her pussy absorbed every inch of Freddie's long, cum-swollen shaft. "I'm coming!"

Sinderella was next. Slamming her buttocks down hard on Freddie's face, she threw her arms around Mayhem's neck as her entire body froze.

"I'm coming too!" she cried as the intensity of her orgasm made her face and upper body turn a bright crimson.

Bambi made sure that the cameras got close-ups of both women's faces as they rode the crest of their respective orgasms. Mayhem, her own climax seeming to go on forever, dug her polished, red nails deeply into Freddie's sides, unwilling to break connection with the overpowering lustful feelings she was experiencing.

"Oh, how I wish I could have this bastard shooting off in me!" she wailed, almost choking on her words.

"Don't worry, baby," Bambi said to her. "That's coming."

The audience cheered as both women's orgasms subsided.

"Fucking great!" one of the girls exclaimed. Her name was Molly and she was a very cute blonde with short hair and an impish grin. But her most prominent feature was her huge 38D breasts that stood out proudly in testament to her nineteen years.

As soon as both Sinderella and Mayhem had finished with Freddie, Molly jumped up onto the bed and impaled herself upon Freddie's meat stick.

"I want you to fuck me really hard," she said to him, gently slapping his face a few times. "Give me everything you've got. But don't you fucking come inside me or I'll kill you!"

"I promise I won't," Freddie replied, his eyes reveling in the sight of her beauty and her equally beauteous twin mounds of flesh.

"I can see you like these," Molly said, noticing his obvious attraction to her tits. "You want some?"

"Please mistress," Freddie begged. "Please let me suck your beautiful breasts."

Molly smiled. "Since you asked nicely, I'll let you."

Freddie was thrilled beyond measure. He loved blonde women, and Molly had the kind of face he adored. Large green eyes, a small, beautifully shaped nose, and a sexy mouth that looked as if it had been created for sucking cock. He gratefully accepted the oversized fruit offered to him and gently licked and caressed each nipple before burying his face in her cleavage to inhale her delicious, addictive female scent.

"I want some close-ups of her delicious ass bobbing up and down on his fat prick!" Bambi ordered one of the camera crew. "And you," she said to another woman holding a camera. "Turn that thing on me."

The woman did as she was told and got a close-up of Bambi's face.

"We're now going to go over to our little friend Severity to see what she's been up to," she said into the camera. "And if I know her, the guy on the receiving end is going to be in some pain."

The camera followed Bambi as she walked over to Eddie, who had been removed from the recliner and had been strung up like a side of beef with all four limbs tethered to four steel poles. He looked with consternation at Severity, who was in the process of preparing to give him a spanking with a wooden paddle.

"He spit at me, Bambi!" said Severity, her voice full of righteous indignation. "This fucker spit at me!"

Bambi was outraged.

"You dared to spit at your mistress!" she said angrily as she slapped his face hard. "How dare you, you insignificant little piece of trash!"

"And he got me right in the face!" Severity moaned, as she wiped her face several times with her sleeve.

"This fucking chick is deranged!" Eddie cried. "She tried to cut my balls off!"

Bambi gave Severity a forbidding look.

"Is this true?"

"I only threatened him. I didn't do it. But I wanted to!"

"I told you there would be no castrations. This is not that kind of movie. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yeah," she said dourly. "But I can still spank the shit out of him, can't I?"

"Give him ten—but no more. And keep it light. I need a few close-ups of his ass when Mistress P fucks him with her giant dildo."

"Ten it is!" Severity said merrily as she laid into Eddie's exposed buttocks with gusto.

"Ouch! Fuck!" he exclaimed as the girl enthusiastically delivered blow after blow upon his ass cheeks. "I don't want to be butt-fucked by some giant dildo!" he cried between blows.

"You know," Bambi said as she leaned in close to his face, "I can always change my mind—about your balls, I mean."

Eddie cringed. "Okay. Okay. Whatever you say!"

The women surrounding him laughed with glee as they watched Severity apply herself to the task of disciplining him with such assiduous devotion. After the punishment was over, Eddie was nearly in tears.

"Jesus Christ, that fucking hurts!" he screamed.

"Oh, shut the fuck up you pussy!" Severity screamed back. "You're pathetic!"

The two dozen or so women standing around him found his discomfort highly entertaining.

"You want a handkerchief to blow your nose?" one short brunette girl said to Eddie, mocking him.

"I have just the cure for this foul-mouthed SOB!" Mistress P said, brandishing a huge, chrome, foot-long dildo.

"No!" Eddie pleaded. "Not that!"

"Yes, that!" Mistress P said as she reached for a jar of Vaseline. "I'm going to lube up your asshole and then fuck the shit of you with this lovely dildo. After that, you're going to fuck each and every woman here. Does that make you feel better?"

"You're the boss," Eddie replied, fearful of incurring her wrath.

"Smart lad! Now get ready. This might hurt a little bit."

With only the barest concession to Eddie's comfort, she slapped a glob of Vaseline around the edge of his anus and savagely inserted the metallic tube up his ass. Eddie howled in pain.

"Take it easy!" he cried. "That fucking hurts!"

The crowd cheered wildly.

"I'll bet it does!" Mistress P replied, laughing as she rapidly fucked his ass with the dildo.

Despite the pain of being butt-fucked in this fashion, Eddie's rock-hard erection refused to go down. The enormous appendage with its purple, bulbous head and oversized scrotum stood out in pride defiance of the harsh treatment his rectum was undergoing under the sadistic woman's determined efforts. More than once he screamed in agony, but the torment continued. For ten minutes he was abused in this way until he actually broke down in tears, sobbing like a little child.

"For God's sake, no more! No more!" he begged.

Bambi ordered Mistress P to cease punishing Eddie and told the crowd to put him back on the recliner.

"You've got almost two dozen women to please," she said to the teary-eyed man as he was laid down on the bed and fastened down. "See that you do."

Eddie was too overcome with pain to offer a reply. His prick was now ready to be used in any way the women wanted.

The first to take advantage of his oversized organ was Severity herself. The paddling she had administered to him had made her very horny, as was often the case with those who practice sadism. Chastisement of subservient men always provided her with a palpable sexual thrill that could only be relieved by experiencing an orgasm herself. Without a word, she straddled the prostrate man and, taking his cock in her hand, fed the huge prick into her dripping snatch.

"You should be on your knees thanking me for allowing you to fuck me, you fucking piece of garbage!" she said to Eddie as she pinched his nipples hard.

"Yes, mistress," he replied meekly.

"If you make me cum I might decide not to cut off your fucking balls."

"That would be nice mistress."

"But if you cum inside me..."

At this point she stopped to enjoy the intensely pleasurable feelings of Eddie's drug-enhanced prick as it drove into her with machine-like precision.

"I will have to sever this fucking freakish dong of yours," she said, resuming her previous thought. "Now fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Eddie wanted desperately to wrap his arms around her and force her closer to him. But her tiny, slim body, like that of a gymnast, was forever beyond his grasp. All he could do was look up into her laughing brown eyes, eyes that sparkled with an inner fire, driven by lust and by the desire to dominate, and imagine what it must be like to kiss the delicious, pouting mouth that even as it smiled in mockery of him, drove him mad with its utter inaccessibility.

"Keep going!" Severity ordered him. "I need to cum really bad!"

The small crowd around her began to laugh and applaud as they watched Eddie's monstrous cock ply the furrows of the girl's soaked cunt. They knew that their friend was going to orgasm soon, and their collective voices reached fever pitch just as she herself began the long, slow, inevitable climb toward climax.

Bambi found herself cheering right along with the rest of the crowd, offering encouragement to Severity by using her index finger to massage the girl's stiff clit.

"Better hold your ears everybody!" Bambi said into the camera. "This girl's a screamer!"

As if on cue, Severity threw back her head and cried out as if in agony. "Oh, my fucking, Jesus! I'm coming!"

Hearing this, Eddie drove his prick into her desperately, fighting hard to prevent himself from ejaculating.

"You're just so fucking beautiful!" he exclaimed, unable to suppress his adoration for the willful, sadistic creature who saw him as nothing more than a piece of meat to be used for her pleasure.

It was a long, soul-satisfying orgasm, made all the more intense by Eddie's furious tempo and Bambi's deftly moving finger. Severity swore loudly, cursing everybody and everything as she experienced a series of multiple climaxes that left her body bathed in sweat. And all the while, three different cameras, capturing three different angles, filmed the whole event.

"Multiple orgasms for Severity!" Bambi shouted, her face filling the camera lens. "What do you think about that folks?"

The women cheered wildly as the lovely brunette's orgasm subsided. She threw herself on top of Eddie's body, her face only inches from his.

"You deserve this," she said to him, as she thrust her tongue into his mouth and deep kissed him.

The astonished man accepted her gift graciously and passionately, his whole body alive and tingling with her scent and sweat. But his pleasure was short-lived. Just as he was beginning to really enjoy the prolonged kiss, Severity bit his lower lip, drawing blood.

"Why did you do that?" Eddie cried in pain.

"To remind you who's in charge here, mother fucker!" she said, glaring at him.

As soon as Severity got off his body, another girl took her place, forcing Eddie to undergo yet another long ritual in which he was compelled to sexually satisfy his partner while he, himself, was forbidden to cum. It amazed him that he was able to keep his own orgasm in check, even while the tremendous pressure kept rising in his scrotum; a result of the monumental increase in sperm produced by the infamous EJAX drug.

"You did well," Bambi said to him, giving him a pat on the cheek. "Now let's go and see how your little friend is doing over there."

The camera followed her as she approached Jim, still encased in black latex with only his huge prick exposed and now lying on a recliner and fully incapacitated. He was being fellated by a woman whom Bambi knew well, a veteran pornographic actress who was married with two kids. Her name was Cheryl Jergens, a twenty-seven-year-old, voluptuous, big-titted blonde who had perfected the technique of giving blowjobs into a fine art. She was also a professional dominatrix and was used to having men worship at her feet. When she saw Bambi approach she removed her mouth from Jim's tool and smiled.

"Want some?" she asked Bambi.

"No, thanks. Besides, you're doing such a great job."

Cheryl laughed. "My mouth is fucking sore! But I've actually cum three times just from sucking him."




Bambii's New World



My mind was racing the whole time. I couldn't believe where I ended up. But the sensations were running through my body. 

A 9-inch cock was ramming my boy pussy as hard as it could. Another cock, at least 10 inches, was being forced down my throat as his hands wrapped around my head, forcing me to deep-throat his amazing piece of man meat. 

Once he allowed my mouth to come free -- even for a mere second -- I found myself going crazy.

"Oh my god, fuck me harder! Make me your little sissy bitch and fuck me! Fuck me! Oh give me that cock in my mouth. I need more cock!"

That I had ended up in this situation -- a common street-hooking whore, looking for as much cock as I could for cheap prices was amazing enough. That I was doing it to make sure my pimp got money for turning me into this slut is a different story. 

"Oh man, I'm going to cum, baby... you want this deep inside your faggot pussy?" yelled the one john who was fucking my boy pussy. 

"Cum in me baby... I want to be your cum bucket!" I shouted as my voice bounced off the walls of the cheap motel that was costing these johns about $15 an hour. 

--splat!--

Cum came squirting out of his cock and deep into my boy pussy. He had at least 10 good pumps full of cum and the liquid pleasure came leaking out of my ass and slowly down over my small balls. The second john, without warning, grabbed my head and forced his cock deep into my throat as he unleashed his seed, filling my mouth and forcing me to swallow all of it. 

Moments later, after using my panties and bra to clean the rest of their cocks off and throwing the used clothing back at me, they dropped $10 each on the table and left. 

As I sat there, filled with cum and knowing that $20 would be handed over to my pimp -- and that I would be lucky to get a full meal that day, I wondered how I got to this point. What started out as a fun time to explore a fantasy turned in to reality. In the end, it turned me into a cum-guzzling little tramp. One who knew where she came from, and one who knew where she was going -- deeper and deeper into the world of being a whore. Owned by a pimp who had me made into the slut he so desired. And one who would make sure that I would pay back every dollar he put into making me this whore. 

Before the next johns show up -- or before I have to walk the streets looking to make a few more bucks, let me rewind and explain how this all became what I am. 

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Fantasy becomes reality

A year ago, I was sitting on my computer. I started checking out some porn and came across some shemales and trans-gendered people. The photographs of hot chicks with throbbing cocks surprisingly excited me. My dick, though small, got hard quickly and I was soon jerking off. 

At first, I'd cum in a napkin or something else. Soon, I was cumming in my hand and rubbing the goo all over my face and body. From there, I'd position myself so I could give myself a facial. I'd also shoot it directly into my mouth to get the feel of having a man's juice trickle down my throat. 

This took all of a couple of weeks. I wanted to experience what these chicks with dicks were experiencing. I wanted to be one of them. Of course, it was fantasy. But I signed up on a few alternative sex websites thinking maybe I could meet someone who would help me dress up and allow me to live out a fantasy, even if just for one night. 

I posted what I was looking to do, with not many details. I also left a photo of my naked body (Before getting to where I am now, I was quite feminine. I stood about 5-foot-6 and weighed maybe 135-140). My cock was quite small, being maybe an inch and a half soft and getting to around 4 ½-5 inches hard. I've had girls tell me that their vibrators were bigger than my cock. 

Within a day, I had many e-mails telling me that they'd love to help me with my fantasy. One stood out. A black guy names James told me he had a closet full of slutty women's clothes I could wear. 

He also said he had a transsexual friend who could come over, help me look like a whore and they could then double-team me to put my fantasy into a new level. He sent a photo as well -- his body was incredible and it was mixed by this low-hanging cock that had to be 7 or 8 inches long -- SOFT! His balls were big and hanging and I found myself getting hard just looking at the photo. 

I e-mailed him back to tell him I'm a novice and a little scared and he got back to me saying not to worry -- he'd take care of me. 

Little did I know at the time what that meant. 

That night, he picked me up. As I slid into his pimped-out car -- a black BMW with dark tinted windows, he told me to get in the back seat. I did as I was told and was sitting next to a stunning woman. She was beautiful, but wearing a lot of makeup and slutty clothes. Her tits were at least 40 DD, if not bigger. She had long nails and she eased them along my neck and said hello... she then reached across and deeply kissed me and I was instantly hard. 

James chuckled in the front seat as he pulled away from the curb. The lady in the back proceeded to unbutton my pants and give me a blow job... but that didn't last long. I quickly blew my load deep in her mouth and she then proceeded to kiss me, snowballing me with my own load of cum. As I was trying to figure out what just happened, she snapped something on my cock -- a sheath and snapped it around my balls. 

"Welcome to your new life," James yelled from the front. "You wanted to be a cum-guzzling slut, you got it."

Shocked at what was going on, I didn't put up a fight. The girl in the back quickly stripped me of all my male clothes and strapped on a bra. She left my bottom half naked, but she quickly went to work on me. She pulled out a ball gag and strapped it to my head. She then forced me over her lap and inserted an anal plug and strapped it around my waist to keep it in place. While doing that, she handcuffed my hands behind my back and then pushed me back into my seat. 

Though I was scared, I was also aroused. What was going on? I was living a fantasy, but wondered how far things would go.

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New life

I was brought into a bedroom at a house on the wrong side of town. It wasn't a nice place, by any means, but it was everything that my soon-to-be-pimp needed. 

I was placed on a bed. 

"You wanted to be a cum-guzzling whore? Welcome to your new life. When we're done with you, you're going to look like a slut -- big tits, cock-sucking lips, an inviting ass and everything else. And I'm going to pay for it all."

My eyes widened and my mind raced. Tits? Cock-sucking lips? Paying for things?

"You'll also be branded with some beautiful tattoos, but it's also to show who owns you. See, pimps around here have ways of knowing whose whore is whose. And you'll be mine. I'm going to pay for everything you need -- clothes, food, makeup, sex supplies, your new tits and anything else ..."

I was still confused. I couldn't get hard, either, even though I was quite aroused -- my cock was all penned up in the sheath. 

"And in the end, you can buy yourself out of being this slut or in my control. But you'll have to find a way to get a lot of money because all your slut money goes to me and the money I shell out for you collects a lot of interest and you have to pay it all back -- or you're mine until I tell you otherwise. Understand?"

When he said "Understand" he gave me a glare... one where I knew I was stuck. So I just shook my head in agreement. 

The girl then came over and pulled me to some sort of bench where I was placed on it... my ass was in the air, as my body laid prone and looking ahead. I then noticed that she had a cock and it was getting hard. 

My new pimp had pulled his pants off and he had a monster cock and it, too, was getting hard. Within seconds my ball gag was removed and his cock was going in and out of my mouth -- deep into my throat. The anal plug was also pulled and soon he was behind me fucking me hard as the transsexual had her cock in my mouth. 

I also realized I liked what was happening. I was moaning. Begging for the cocks. My pimp came in my ass and my new mistress came in my mouth. That was the last I remembered as I soon passed out in pleasure. 

When I woke up ... thinks were different. I was strapped to a bed. I looked down and I had monster tits. My mouth felt odd and puffy. I couldn't speak well. I just sat back not knowing what was going on. I passed out again. 

The next time I woke up, my pimp and mistress were waiting for me. 

"Hey slut, welcome back. You need to start getting back to normal as you have money to make."

I still couldn't speak. 

"Your voice will come back soon enough. For now, just listen to me."

I just stared ahead. 

"You'll notice those beautiful tits -- 44 FFF. Yeah, they are monsters. I wanted a shemale cum whore with big tits. Johns love that. I've also had your Adam's apple removed and your voice box has been messed with, so you'll sound like a darling little whore. On top of that, your lips are nice and puffy now, all better to wrap around cocks.

"We also had some art put on you... your new name is Bambii. The tramp stamp on your lower back is your new name -- the two "Is" are in the shape of cocks and the dots on the top are drops of cum. You also have a picture of two cocks exploding over your belly button -- that's the mark to show you belong to me. 

"You might not be able to feel it all year, but you tongue, nose, eyebrow, ears and lip are all pierced. So are your tits and belly button.

I was shocked. But they brought in a mirror and I got a stare at myself. My eyebrows were gone and drawn in. My makeup was caked on -- bright blue eye shadow, a lot of mascara, long eye lashes, a lot of rouge and bright-red lipstick. My tits were huge and perky. My cock was still sheathed and I was told it would stay that way for a while. I saw the tattoos -- they were immaculate. The piercings looked perfect. I looked around a little and on the nearby table was the outfit I was apparently wearing out of wherever I was that day: 

Fishnet stockings, a garter belt, thigh-high high heels (looked like 5-6 inches), a mini skirt that didn't look like it would cover my ass, a tight bra and a shirt that no way would go beyond my belly. I also saw a collar and chain and figured I'd be led out of here on a leash. 

"So you know, all of this work, your clothes back at the house and all your makeup and supplies cost me more than $25,000 -- which means to become free, you need to repay that. But, as I said, it's high interest -- 25 percent compounded daily. So if you want out, you need to find a way to raise money or you are going to be looking at a debt of a $100,000 or more in a quick enough time."

I was shocked. 

My life had been determined for me. I was a slut and there was nothing I could do about it. 

My pimp and mistress left me sitting there. The doctor who made me look as I was apparently was getting the first go as he came in and got undressed. It all seemed natural for me to get on my knees and make love to his cock with my mouth. Almost as an expert, I licked the shaft up and down... staring up at him as I worked his dick over. I licked his balls and sucked on them a little as I took one long lick up his cock and took the head into my mouth. I deep throated his 9-inch cock as I sucked away, like a greedy little whore. 

Within minutes, he grabbed my head and shot his load deep into my mouth. I swallowed it all down like a greedy slut, following up by licking his cock clean. 

He then smiled as he pulled me up and bent me over the bed and spread my ass wide. He teased me by poking his cock head near my tender boy-pussy hole. I moaned a little and realized my voice was coming to... it was then that I heard my voice for the first time as I crackled...

"Fuck me! Please fuck me! Ram your cock into my hole!"

The doctor complied -- fucking me hard and fast. I was moaning, groaning and begging. I was in heaven, or so it seemed. A little while later, I felt hot cum going deep into my boy pussy as I screamed in ecstasy. My cock felt like it wanted to explode but that sheath wouldn't allow it.

He just laughed at me. He knew I wanted to cum. But he controlled all at that moment. 

My life had been changed. 

I was now a cum-whore. 

-- to be continued -- 

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