1 comments/ 8751 views/ 0 favorites Census By: magmaman {There was a time in my life that I guess the best description of me and my lifestyle would be described as...active? Which means, at least to me, that I got more than my fair share of female company. The gift of gab, combined with also being on the bold side seemed to work for me. This one happened, I probably would have jotted it down long ago but it just popped up out of the fog of many years this morning, so I thought I would get it written before I forget about it again.) +++ Someone was knocking on my door. Hell, it felt like the middle of the damned night but I could tell it was light outside so I got up. I had a bit of a hangover, not too bad. The evening before I had been hitting the local clubs, such as they are. The last one was the one down on the main drag, everyone called it that but it was the only street and in a tourist haven about six blocks long. Not exactly crawling with women, at least any interesting. The owner was an old gal that used spoons to beat on bottles like that was a big deal. Even got herself on TV doing that, funny shit. OK, it was Gracie's, anyone from around there knows already of course. In the Winter the place closed at around 10 PM, might as well since everyone went home before that. Different story in the Summers, the place was packed if it wasn't raining which it was about 80% of the time. Plus warm on the Oregon coast is 55 degrees. All I had on that morning was my pajama bottoms, not even socks. They had tiny little yellow baby ducks all over them. I don't even remember where I got them, they might have even been in that old house I bought and was fixing up. The world's smallest harbor, they call the place, in the middle of the Oregon coast. I ended up there almost by accident, the Arab oil embargo did in my string of gas stations, so I was between work. I decided to buy and fix up a house, sell it and go buy another. There was a Treasury certificate at the bank, I cashed that and bought the house up on the hill for just 13 grand. The old lady that inherited the house was so tickled to see someone that would actually spend money for the dump that she was beside herself. Two stories, a full daylight basement, the inside of the place was like a hallway, boxes piled on boxes, every closet full of very old clothing. The outside was a square box, with a peaked roof. Like I said, a dump. The old man that rented the place was a pack rat, if he saw something, he wanted it and dragged it home. It didn't matter what, old books, clothes, fishing gear, boxes of knick knacks, you name it he had two of them. But now I was his landlord, and I wanted him out so I doubled his rent from the $200.00 per month he was paying to $400.00, damned if he didn't pay that. I tried to evict him a couple of times but he fought me tooth and toenail, I guess he had lived there since the ice age and did not want to move. I also think the old bag that was the local Judge was his girlfriend or something, like most small towns there are locals and everyone else. I was an everyone else. Local Judges also make up their own laws, if someone doesn't like it, go spend money and appeal. After all, the house was filled with his "stuff." He kept right on paying the outrageous at the time rent, showing up a day early without fail, demanding a reciept. Finally I gave up and filed a no cause eviction and that worked, since by then I was smart and hired a local lawyer. Except when he left he was pissed off at me so he left everything behind, including about a ton of garbage in the basement and a toilet so full of you know what the lid wouldn't close. I must have held 30 garage sales, finally I got the place to where I could see the walls after renting a 40 yard dumpster. That was probably a mistake because then I had to paint them, the living room was honest to God purple with green trim. +++ I sort of remember the bullshit census form the government sent out, pages and pages of inane questions. Fuck that, I tossed it. Which led directly to what happened. +++ So I answered the door, in my pajama bottoms. There standing on my porch was a woman, she looked to be in her early 30's. Skirt, blouse, vest over the blouse and a clipboard in her hand. "Yea?" I asked. "I am with the United States Census, I need to ask you a few questions." She had a bright smile. "Oh, OK." I said, letting her in. She walked in, looked around, I pointed at my one easy chair and sat down on the couch. There were at least a half dozen empty beer bottles on the little coffee table I had rescued from the junk, she looked at that and then at me. Then she began asking questions. Stupid ones, but I wanted her to get done and gone, and I figured if I didn't answer then Jimmy Carter would send the feds after me and throw me in jail. Federal offense not to answer, it said so right on the form. Well, I took offense at government fucking with my supply chain and putting me out of business, so as far as I was concerned Jimmy Carter and the whole bunch could put it where the Sun don't shine. As she went through the form, she kept glancing at my bare chest. I noticed that, so I returned the favor since the white blouse she had on showed the tiniest bit of the tops of her breasts. She noticed and blushed sweetly, I got a kick out of that. Hell, I was just being a bit of a horse's ass, like I said, I didn't like government much, not after the Arab embargo deal that broke my thriving fuel company. And this broad worked for the government. Of course, she really wasn't all that bad to look at, but still. Government. I turned a little bit her way, let my legs flop open just a bit. I was aware of having nothing at all on under my pajama bottoms, I saw her eyes drop down and check me out. When she looked up and saw me catch her doing that, her face flamed. I grinned, using my very best devil may care look that just gets women to come running. Uh huh. "Those are sure cute." She giggled, probably pretending to be looking at the baby yellow ducks on my pajama bottoms while trying to cover the fact that she was looking at my package. She let out an almost stifled giggle. Then it hit me? Was this broad, this complete stranger actually getting fussed up? That would be amazing! In this tiny coastal burg, about the only available females had wrinkles and smelled like dead fish. If you wanted to work, you either caught fish or cut them, unless you wanted to clean motel rooms or wait on tables. Some of them even wore rubber boots to town, and I am serious. It was probably 3, maybe 4 mohths since the last time I got laid, that had happened on a trip up to Portland. There was a mildly tubby gal named Beverly that liked the fact that I would spend quite some time licking her pussy before jumping on. That was something I was always careful to make sure I did and did well, after all, I wanted to keep them up for a rerun. A man never knows when he just might run into a dry spell. Plus I also never minded that, I really do like licking pussies, and about half the women will then go down on me right back, even if they don't like it much. Probably thinking of getting me to do that some more, I guess. I also know the signs, sort of anyway. Her questions became a tiny bit halting, she kept glancing up at me and then away. She did that flip her hair back with one hand thing that women do, bounce one leg which is crossed over the other, too. I know about those signs, I read it in a book someplace. I felt myself begin to get fussed up, then it popped into my head to turn away, hide that. But I didn't, hell, I didn't know this gal at all, what was she going to do about it? I mean, I had on pajama bottoms! You know, with the little flap thing there so we men don't have to take nearly everything down to take a leak? Yep, just tug it aside and point, all there is to it, and I happened to be on the proud side of having a pretty good sized pointer. Her eyes dropped down, from the angle she was looking I knew all she could see was the flap poking out, the gap in the front was to my right and she sat on my left. Now I am no pervert, no flasher. I would never just whip the thing out in front of same lady I don't know, at least not normally. They might scream or something and there was that local Judge lady that I am sure figured me for a drug dealer or something like that. But I was also horny as hell, and I had been that way for quite some time. I yawned and stretched, asked her if she would like some Coffee. Nice and innocent, it would give me an excuse to stand up and let her have a look at my six pack. "Yes, that would be great." She answered, so I got up and filled a couple of cups, walking back and handing her one. When I sat back down, I put my left foot up on the couch, let my left knee flop over against the back of it. I felt my dick slip out some, and I acted like I didn't even notice that. The woman looked down, her eyes widened and her face flushed. "How is the Coffee?" I asked her with a smile. "I...It's..uhh..wonderful." She managed, her breath had really picked up. She was now openly staring at the end of my pecker poking out of my pajama flap. We sat there and looked at each other for several long seconds, she had stopped asking questions. "Why don't you come over and sit here?" I patted the couch beside me. That way you can just set the Coffee down on the table." I added with a smile in case she suddenly shit a brick at me. The table really was too far away for her to reach from the easy chair. "Oh. OK." She stood up and walked the couple of steps over to me, and sat down in the middle of the couch rather than the far end. I had to move my left leg back to the floor, that caused my dick to poke out even further. She sat there, not saying anything, looking down. But her eyes kept drifting over to my "accidental" display. I was reasonably certain I had her now, so emboldened, I reached out and let my hand slide over her hair. She tipped her head my way, so I reached out with my right hand and touched her waist. "Oh!" She muttered, her eyes widened. Then she broke into a grin. At that point we both were all done pretending. The mildest tug and she turned my way. Her right hand came over and grasped my erection. "I...I shouldn't...we aren't supposed to...." She mumbled as I slid my hand inside the vest she wore and fondled her left breast through her bra. "Oh, God." She muttered, turning my way even more. From there, her clothing came off quite readily, and I was correct in that she had a few extra pounds around her waist. That didn't hurt her big round breasts one bit, either. She even lifted her hips to help me worry her panties down, they were the same tan color as her skirt. All government like, I guess. She had a huge mass of bushy black hair at her groin, I actually like women that way, natural. When my mouth came down on her lower lips, she cried out, her hand grabbed my hair and she mashed me against her. I sort of used both hands to part the hedge, finding extremely ready female flesh there. The gal was fussed up, let me tell you! The woman was crazy for sex once I got her started, I have to admit it was fun. I stuck my finger in there, she felt all soft and puffy, so I didn't have to do a hell of a lot of work down there to get her to squeaking very nicely. It was around two in the afternoon before she got up and dressed, telling me she had to go do more interviews. I lay there naked, watching her as she put everything back on, adjusted it as best she could. There was a big gob of my sperm in her hair, I don't think she realized and I didn't say anything. I was standing on my porch with my baby Duck encrusted pajama bottoms back on when she opened her car door, looking back at me. "Hey, how about coming back this evening and we can finish the interview?" I called out. "Ok. But I can just fill it out myself, it's all bullshit anyway." We both laughed at that, she climbed into her car and left. I sat there that evening waiting, finally by 11 PM I knew she was not coming. Why I don't know. Ashamed? Married, maybe? Afraid for her job? Who knows? Maybe I wasn't as good for her as I thought I was? Naw. It couldn't be that, I got her three times. I was back down at Gracie's by midnight, it was Saturday night so they were still open. Two of the local old women were sitting at a table nursing beers, one of them had rubber boots on. There were two couples sitting against the wall, Cheryl was tending bar but I had already tried for her and got nowhere. I had some plans, put up a nice deck, finish sprucing the old house up, sell it and get the hell out of this tiny town. Cheryl set down a Bourbon and Cola, gave me a smile. Probably because I always tipped her a buck. Later, I walked back up the hill to my investment. In the bedroom, I tugged the sheets down and looked. Yep, that really happened, the evidence was clear. I went to the closet and got fresh sheets, made up the bed. What the hell, maybe government wasn't so damned bad after all. Census Taker The incessant ringing of the doorbell finally pierced the shroud of sleep that was fogging my mind. "Wait a damn minute," I yelled and staggered out of bed. As usual, I was nude, so I threw on an old terry cloth robe before I opened the door of my condo. After the cool darkness of the air-conditioned apartment, the Florida heat, even at 9:30 in the morning was like a blast furnace. There was a beautiful woman standing there, squinting against the stark whiteness of the sun on the wall. "Sorry to bother you, but I am Rita Harold from the Census Bureau and I would like to ask you a few questions." I wasn't too groggy to see that Rita Harold was very attractive. She was perhaps in her mid 30s, tall and slender, with quite light, brown hair, blue eyes and the shape of an athlete. In difference to the July Florida heat, she was dressed in a mini skirt, a shell type blouse that accentuated her breasts and sensible, comfortable, tennis shoes. Her arms and legs were well rounded, long and tan. "Sure, come on in." If she posed any threat at all to me it was only to cause my ever-present morning erection to hang around a little longer. She gave me such a quizzical look up and down that I was afraid it was sticking out of the front of the robe. I guess it wasn't, because she said, "OK, I'm not supposed to come in but unfortunately yours is a long form so it will take about 30 minutes to complete and it’s very hot here in the sun." I ushered her into the apartment, turned on some lights and showed her to a seat at the breakfast counter that divided the kitchen from the rest of the unit. "Can I make us some coffee while we talk?" "Yes, I would kill for a cup of fresh coffee." I busied myself with the coffee while she ran down the enumerator’s questions. She found out that I was 43 years old, divorced about four years ago, made a lot of money last year in some wild stock deals and had been retired for about a month. I had started over after the divorce because my ex-wife took almost everything I had in the settlement. I had just bought the oceanfront condo. When I put the cup of coffee down in front of her I noticed that she had quit writing and was again giving me that same quizzical look. "You sound like quite a catch," she smiled. "Are you are involved with anyone?" Now it was my turn to laugh when I explained, "No, I have been too busy with my business. When my wife left me I was a poor, struggling insurance agent. She got a five-year-old Ford, a small two-bedroom house with a big mortgage and no alimony. No kids, hence no child support. It was about the best thing she ever did for me. With no one to answer to I took a few flyers and now my investments will bring me enough to retire very comfortably." I know I was bragging, but for some reason, I did want to impress this desirable young woman. "I envy you. My husband took off two years ago and left me almost broke. My son worked all through high school to help out. Last month, when he turned 18, he joined the Marines and I took this second job to see if I could catch up on some of my bills." The questionnaire was forgotten as I sat across from her, sipping coffee and looking into the brilliant blue eyes. I put my hands on hers and said, "Maybe this census thing was meant to bring you and I together." She didn't withdraw her hands but I could see her body stiffened and her face flush. While I watched, tears welled up in her eyes and began to trickle down her cheeks. I went around the counter and put my arm around her shoulder. She turned and buried her face into my chest, her arms around my waist and began to cry, soft, rhythmic sobs. We stayed like that for perhaps three or four minutes until the frequency began to subside. Suddenly, she gasped, "Oh my God!" And I realized that my robe was open and my, now semi hard, cock was in plain view through the open robe at a point just below her chin. I quickly closed it and mumbled an apology. "That's all right, it's just been so long since I've seen a man, I almost forgot what it looked like." She looked up into my eyes and whispered sheepishly, "Can I see it again?" I must have nodded yes. I know I offered no resistance when she undid the robe's sash and exposed my rapidly growing member. She hesitantly reached out and touched me. Her hands were like warm feathers as she felt, caressed and stroked my balls and completely hard cock. I just stood there, lost in my reverie has her hands explored areas of my genitals that hadn't been touched by another person in years. I looked down at her face to find that her eyes were closed and she was enjoying this exercise almost as much as I was. While I watched, her right hand left my balls and slowly dropped to her crotch where she began rubbing her pussy through her clothes. Her mini skirt had ridden up and her panties, quite visible now, were obviously very wet. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. "You must think I'm terrible, but it's been so long I just couldn't help myself. Would you like to make love to me?" "It's been a very long time for me too. I can't think of anything I would rather do than make love to you." I pulled her up to her feet and kissed her, my open robe allowing my hard dick to prod her. Again, her hand went down and found me. "Would you mind if I kissed that too?" I don't think I ever met a man who would keep such a beautiful young woman from enjoying herself so I said, “Of course not.” She sat back down in the chair and pulled me to her. The first kiss was very hesitant but the second was a little more solid. The third wasn’t a kiss at all. With her hand under my balls, she guided my penis into her mouth until she had almost all of it in her. I could feel her tongue making little swirls around every side of it. She slowly withdrew until only the head was inside her lips and her tongue was moving over, under and around it. She had hold of my hips and was pushing and pulling me back and forth, causing me to fuck her mouth. Suddenly, she stopped, looked up at me and said, “I don’t want you to cum yet. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel your hard cock slipping in and out. I want to feel your dick rubbing against my clit. I want to feel you when you shoot your hot cum deep inside me.” I was sure that I could do what she wanted if I could only get my stiff body and stupefied mind into the bedroom along with this desirable woman. When I took her hand, she came willingly with me. The bedroom was cool and dark, the sunlight muted by the drapes. She began to strip and I dropped my robe as we entered the room. She turned and we kissed again, my nude body pressing against hers. I helped her off with her blouse and then her mini skirt. I stepped back to admire this beautiful, fawn like creature, wearing only a bra and bikini panties. When she undid the bra I was treated to the most magnificent pair of breasts you can imagine. She was unbelievably attractive, perfectly proportioned. I helped her out of the panties and took her in my arms again. “I can’t believe that, as beautiful as you are, you would have any problems attracting suitors.” “I don’t, but with my life style, I just haven’t had time to get serious with anyone. Besides, I was so careful dating while my son was home, most of the eligible men I knew have given up on me” I had to kiss her again to shut her up. I worked her toward the bed and eased her down on her back. She looked like a model for a porn flick lying there. Her breasts were so inviting, I buried my face in them. My lips closing around a nipple bought a sharp intake of breath and then a contented sigh. I swapped back and forth, kissing one and fondling the other. She arched her back, pushing her breasts high in the air, hard against my mouth. Slowly, I slid down and kissed her stomach. It had been a long time since I did what I was about to do, but it came as naturally as breathing. I moved around to the foot of the bed and put my head between her legs. There was no resistance at all from her; in fact she opened them a little more to accommodate me. When my lips touched her pussy, she let out a loud sigh and said “Oh yes, oh God yes!” She was already very wet. Her clit was very pronounced, almost standing up. I sucked this delicious morsel into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue. She was emitting a low, almost continuous, moan. She had hold of my hair and was pulling my into her so hard I was afraid she was going to snatch me bald. Within seconds, she closed her legs on my head and pushed herself hard into me. Her moan changed into a wail as she experienced a massive climax. Each time my tongue touched her she twitched and cried out. I continued to slip my tongue up and down the lips of her pussy until she finally said, “Oh God, stop. I am so sensitive I can’t stand it. Come up here and put your cock in me. Let me feel you sliding in and out of me. I want you to feel as good as I do.” It was just as good in reality as she made it sound. I slid upward until my chest was against her breast and my dick was brushing the lips of her pussy. Slowly I entered her wet slippery box and began my ride to climax. In and out, in and out, slowly at first and building in crescendo until I was almost hammering myself into her. Every time I plunged into her she let out a little moan until she finally shouted, “Oh god, I’m going to cum again! Please don’t stop! Oh fuck me hard! Oh, yes! Oh, god NOW, NOW, NOW!” I was on the very edge myself but I wanted her experience to be complete so I tried to hold off, but it was no use. Her sighs of pleasure only went to push me over the edge and I also had a massive orgasm that left me gasping for breath. She pushed me off to one side and we both lay there resting for a little while. Finally she said, “Oh, God, I don’t know if I ever did it twice in a row like that. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed it and how good it felt.” My ego was blown way out of proportion, making this beautiful woman feel so good. “Why don’t you let me take you to dinner tonight and we can try it again?” It was a big let down when she said, “Sorry, I cant. I have to finish up this census session.” Then, just as suddenly things got one hell of a lot better when she continued, “But, I’ll tell you what, I have this whole weekend off. Why don’t you take me somewhere exciting, somewhere we can do this a lot?” So I took her places. We have been traveling for almost a year now. We did stop just before Christmas long enough to get married. 30 Copyright © 08-20-2001 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author. Census Taker Taken Christy Dunlop was not thrilled with her part time job as a Census Taker, but the addition money was helpful. The twenty-nine-year-old blonde had a full-time job, and her husband worked too, but times were tough. So she took this opportunity. It was not the job itself that bothered her. Christy did not mind walking door-to-door asking questions to complete census surveys for those who either forgot to mail their forms in, or were too lazy to do so. It was the response she received much of the time that got to her. Some people were rude, and even downright insulting, when she appeared on their doorstep. And often she had to contend with lewd remarks and/or stares of men who kept their eyes focused on her 36-D breasts while she went over the form with them. Christy was not ashamed of her 36-D, 26-36 body. But she did not appreciate the way men objectified her just because she was shapely, attractive, and had long blond hair. Perhaps the thought of being viewed by men as a sex object was disturbing because her husband did not appear to respond in the same way. Christy had been married for five years. She had been sexually active with her husband before marriage, and there sex life was satisfying after becoming husband and wife. But for the better part of the past two years sex had become less frequent due to their busy schedules and her husbands continual stress at work. When they did have sex it was often over in a couple minutes. Her husband was usually satisfied with spilling his seed into her and just rolling over to go to sleep. Christy could not remember the last time that he had brought her to orgasm. As frustrating as the sex was, she was still happy to be married and had never considered straying on her husband. Christy's strict moral upbringing and church attendance stressed those values on her. Sure she had participated in pre-marital sex with her husband, and with a handful of other boyfriends, but stepping out on her husband was totally out of the question. Besides, she had her fingers, and her trusty vibrator that was always ready in the dresser drawer. As she walked her route Christy found many of the homes that she was assigned to visit vacant. As she traveled through the Oak Grove subdivision Christy found more houses than expected sitting empty. When she reached Willow Lane Christy realized that she was going to end early today. At least that was her expectation when she reached the last house on her schedule. It was a good thing too; it was just beginning to rain and Christy had failed to bring her umbrella. She hoped that she could make it back to her car before it began coming down too hard. At first Christy was convinced that this place was vacant too. A dilapidated house sat back in the trees, mostly out of view of those nearby. There were no curtains on the front window. Debris was scattered about the unkempt lawn. Christy was about to walk away when she saw someone looking out the window. So she headed up the empty driveway toward the front door. Inside, nineteen-year-old John Shepherd watched as Christy approached. "Look at this hot bitch." The slightly chubby young man with shaggy brown hair and goatee said to his friends. "Let me see." 19-year-old Kevin Parker said as he rushed to the window. When the skinny, short-haired, young man wearing jeans and a tee-shirt—both soiled from working on a trash truck—saw Christy he ducked aside. "Shit, if she lives here then we're gonna get arrested." Eddie sat down the beer he was drinking and got up from the overturned milk crate that he was sitting on to look out the window. The muscular twenty-year-old ran his fingers through his long brown hair and whistled at the sight of the sexy blonde in khaki pants and a tight red shirt strolled towards the house. It was Eddie who had found this vacant house that he and his friends were using. Working for a local trash disposal company—with Kevin—gave him the opportunity to discover empty homes such as this one. Eddie and his friends would use these places to party in, and they would often steal some of the copper pipes and other items that could be sold for quick cash. Their car was parked in a nearby shopping center, where it would remain until they walked back to it this night since someone had already beaten them to anything of value that had been in this place. "Let's invite her in for a drink." He suggested. Bob laughed. "Right, and I'm sure she will just walk in and suck our cocks too." The handsome, tanned, blond nineteen year old who worked with Eddie offered. The fourth man in the group—John's twenty-one-year-old brother, Tony—rubbed his crotch. "Why not ask her and find out?" Tony was a rough looking man. His unkempt dark brown hair and beard made him stand out distinctively from the others. Christy knocked on the front door. "I'm not sure about this." Eddie offered. Tony pointed to Bob, "Go see what she wants." "Why me?" Bob asked. "Because you're the pretty boy. Girls trust you." Tony explained. Bob hesitantly approached the front door. Christy was about to turn and leave when he got there. "Can I help you?" "Is this the Johnson family residence?" Christy asked, after looking at her notes. "Um, yes it is." Bob answered, hoping that he was saying the right thing. "Are you Mr. Johnson?" Christy inquired. Bob saw the census documents in Christy's hand. He shook his head and said, "No, I'm his son." "Is your father, or anyone who can answer a few census questions home?" Christy continued. She cursed under her breath as the rain began to fall harder. There was no overhang covering the front door of this place. She was going to get soaked before she was finished. Bob wanted to get rid of her. "No, just me and my friends." Christy jumped as a loud clap of thunder startled her. "Excuse me, but would you mind if I step inside for a moment?" she asked. Bob did not know what to do. Without thinking he allowed the door to open wide so that Cara could enter. When Christy walked into the living room she realized that things were not right. There was no furniture; just five young men with a case of beer. "I am sorry, I better go." She said. "Close the door!" Tony ordered. Bob pushed it closed before Christy could turn around. "Let me go." Christy said. She reached into her pocket for her cell phone. Tony grabbed her hand, jerking the cell phone away. "We're not letting you call the cops on us." "I promise, I won't tell anyone that you are in here." Christy offered. Tony looked her up and down, "I think that we'll just have some fun with you first." Tony grabbed Christy and pulled her into the middle of the living room. Christy cried out in fright, attempting to break free as all five men wrestled her to the floor and began tugging at her clothing. She panicked as she felt her khaki pants sliding down her legs. "Please don't hurt me!" She pleaded. "We're not going to hurt you; we're going to fuck you." Tony said as he pulled her red shirt up and over her head. Kevin and Eddie pulled the shirt the rest of the way over her arms as Tony began undoing Christy's bra. "Those are some nice titties." He commented as he began fondling her firm breasts. Hands began groping her tits and rubbing between her legs. Christy continued to fight back to no avail as she was stripped bare and manhandled. "Hold her down." Tony ordered as he stood up. Each of the other four pinned one of her arms or legs to the floor as Tony used Christy's cell phone to take a few pictures of the naked blonde. "Maybe I will send these to everyone in your address book." He commented. "Please don't!" Christy exclaimed. The thought of all of the people who would see those pictures mortified her. The list included friends, co-workers, and many people from her church. Christy could not deal with the humiliation of being viewed by everyone she knew. Tony unfastened his pants and let them drop to the floor. He slid off his boxer shorts, revealing his hard, thick cock. "Bring her here." Christy was jerked up off of the floor and forced to kneel in front of Tony. He grabbed her hair with his left hand and pulled Christy's face closer. "Suck my cock!" Christy tried to resist, but found hands pushing her head from behind. She reluctantly gave in and accepted Tony's dick in her mouth. She was startled when she glanced up to find the man taking pictures of her sucking his dick. Tony handed the cell phone to Kevin then grabbed handfuls of Christy's hair and held her head tight as he began fucking her face. Christy had sucked dick many times before, but it had always been a slow, easy blowjob—always pulling away to let her husband, or whoever, cum on her face—never a rough throat fuck like she was receiving now. "Get her up on her knees." Eddie said as he removed his pants. Christy was forced onto her hands and knees. She tried to move away as Eddie got down behind her and pushed his cock between her legs. Christy felt him pushing inside of her. She yelled out in protest, but her words were gagged by the cock in her mouth. Eddie began fucking the pretty blonde. Christy was being rammed from both ends. Her large tits swung back and forth as she was pounded. Out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the men taking more pictures of her being raped. "That's right," Tony said, "we're going to keep your phone. Report this and those pictures go to everyone in your address book, and on the internet too." Eddie kept fucking Christy's tight hole. He leaned forward, grabbing both of her tits and squeezing them as he rammed her from behind. "God this bitch is tight!" "Hurry up man; I want a turn at her." She heard someone say. That was when it hit her. Christy was about to be gang raped by all five of these men. Eddie's pace began to quicken. Christy realized that he was on the verge of orgasm. She bucked her body in effort to escape his cock, but was unable to pull free. Eddie released her tits and grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he pounded his cock into her pussy. "Fuck yes!" Eddie cried out as he began to cum inside Christy's pussy. Spittle escaped his mouth, dripping onto Christy's ass as the young man continued pumping his cum into her. Eddie high fived Kevin before pulling his spent cock out of Christy's cunt. Kevin quickly replaced his friend and co-worker behind the struggling woman. Christy groaned as she felt Kevin's long, thin, cock slide inside her. "Shit yes." Kevin spoke as he began fucking the blonde woman. Tony began grunting, and slamming his cock harder into Christy's throat. His crotch banged against her face. She knew that he was about to cum. Christy tried to pull away in order to prevent this foul man from cumming in her mouth. She had never allowed her husband, or anyone else, to cum in her mouth before and she damn sure wasn't about to start now. But Tony had other ideas. His hands pulled her by the hair, holding her face as close as possible as he mouth-fucked the woman. His legs began to quiver as his orgasm began. Christy felt his thick, warm, salty fluid spurting into her mouth. She gagged as it spilled into her throat. Christy had no choice but to swallow his cum. She was disgusted by the act of him enjoying her this way, but there was nothing that she could do about it. Tony did not let up until every last drop had been drained from his cock. Only then did he release his hold on Christy's hair. She jerked her head away and began spitting on the floor. She wanted nothing more than to get his taste out of her mouth. Bob rushed in to take Tony's place. He grabbed Christy's hair and pulled her head up so that he could have access to her open mouth. Bob's cock was huge! Christy feared that she would choke to death if he rammed it down her throat like Tony had just done to her. But Bob wanted to savor this longer. He worked Christy's head back and forth over his swollen shaft slowly, making Christy do most all of the work. Kevin was still banging away in her pussy. His skinny cock poked her over and over and over again. Christy realized that she was fucking back against him and forced herself to stop. She could not believe that her body had responded in that way. Kevin cried out in pleasure as he began cumming. Christy could feel his seed shooting inside her. The girl who had never fucked more than one lover in a year had now been fucked by two complete strangers, in addition to sucking two cocks! Kevin continued fucking her long after cumming. His cock remained hard and he did not want to pull free. It was only at John's insistence that he finally withdrew his cock from Christy's used cunt. John dropped to his knees and thrust his cock inside the woman. Just as he began fucking her Christy felt Bob releasing his cum into her mouth. Knowing what was expected of her she sucked it down. Bob's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he climaxed in this beautiful woman's mouth. Bob stepped away. Christy's head hung low as she knelt on her hands and knees while being fucked from behind. She refused to look up, afraid to see the camera in her face. The knowledge that these men had taken pictures of her rape insured that she would forever keep this ordeal silent. The humiliation of being gang raped was bad enough, but having people view it was more than Christy could bear. "Suck my cock." She heard Eddie say. She looked up to see the man who had fucked her first. His cock was hard once more. Christy cursed then opened her mouth. John pounded her pussy from behind, shoving her face up onto Eddie's cock with each thrust. The two men continued banging at her from both ends. Christy could feel her big tits swaying with every thrust and could only imagine what she must look like. Then it hit her: a dose of reality that shocked Christy to her core. She was about to climax. These fucking rapist were about to make her orgasm! Christy tried to fight the growing sensation between her legs. But the constant stimulation of cock after cock inside of her was too overpowering. She wanted it to stop, but at the same time her body was welcoming it. It had been too long since Christy had cum thanks to a man. She was humiliated at the thought of climaxing for these bastards, but it was going to happen and she could do nothing to stop it. Christy's mouth worked Eddie's cock as her hips thrust back to meet John's. She moaned loudly as her orgasm began. Christy's body shook as a wave of pleasure rolled through her from head to toe. "She's fucking cumming!" John yelled to the others, "She's cumming all over my fucking cock!" Christy was humiliated, but her body did not care. She accepted the orgasm. She was still in the midst of it when John began to spew his cum into her. When he pulled out Christy could feel cum, mixed with her own juices, dripping down her inner thighs. Her pussy was filled by another cock. She heard Tony, the man who had first fucked her mouth; say something as he shoved his manhood inside of her. Whatever he was about to say was lost as Eddie began moaning in satisfaction as Christy drained his balls into her mouth. "Hold her." Tony said as he jerked his cock out of Christy's pussy. Eddie grabbed the woman by the shoulders and held her in place. Christy felt Tony's cock sliding up and into her ass cheeks. "No, not there!" She pleaded. "Your cunt's too used up." Tony told her, "I need to find a tighter hole." Christy tried to resist the invasion of her ass by Tony's rod, but little by little he gained entrance. She cried out in pain when his head broke through her anal ring. Then Tony began fucking her puckered opening. Kevin was on his knees playing with Christy's tits as he watched his buddy fucking her asshole. Realizing that no one was using Christy's mouth he sprung up and stepped in front of her. Christy offered no resistance as the young man began fucking her face. Even when he slid his thin cock into her throat she did nothing. All Christy could think about was the cock in her asshole, and the burning in her cunt. Tony slammed his cock into Christy's ass. Every thrust brought him closer to release. Soon he could feel his balls tightening. "Here it comes baby!" He yelled out as he began cumming inside Christy's ass. He kept fucking her, shooting wad after wad of cum into her chute as Kevin banged her mouth. Tony jerked out of her ass, causing Christy to gasp as the sudden vacuum of pressure made her fear that she was losing her insides. She could feel someone else getting behind her, no doubt wanting to fuck her ass a second time. Just then Kevin shouted out with pleasure and filled her mouth with cum. Christy could feel the cock at her back door. When Kevin pulled away from her face she turned back, realizing that it was the man with the giant cock. "Fuck my pussy!" She begged, "For god's sake, fuck my pussy!" Bob could not believe what he was hearing. He was so turned on by Christy's request that he willingly lowered his cock and thrust it into her well fucked hole. Christy's cunt swallowed Bob's large cock. She climaxed almost immediately. John rushed over and shoved his cock into Christy's mouth. She was in the middle of an orgasm and willingly began sucking the hard piece of flesh in her mouth. Bob and John fucked her from both ends. Christy shivered continuously as she was rocked by orgasm after orgasm during this twin fuck. Seeing her excitement Eddie slid beneath her and began licking Christy's right nipple while playing with her left nipple with his fingers. The sensation only added to the stimulation, causing Christy to come over and over. John threw his head back as he delivered the fifth load of cum into Christy's mouth. When he pulled away Christy just moaned and cried out as she climaxed in multiples. Then Bob blew his nut into Christy's waiting pussy. As Bob withdrew his now flaccid cock, Christy observed Eddie's hard prick as he lay on the ground sucking her tits. Without realizing what she was doing Christy flung her body around and sat on top of him. She shoved his cock into her pussy and began bouncing up and down on Eddie. Seeing Kevin, with his hard, thin, cock approaching she said, "shove that up my ass!" Christy was as surprised as everyone else by her comment. She was out of control with passion. Kevin hurried behind her. Christy stopped moving long enough for Kevin to slip his prick into her ass. Then Christy began bouncing up and down like a woman possessed. Tony rushed over to shove his cock into Christy's mouth. Christy did not care that it had been up her ass. She wanted the rough face fuck that he was about to give her. Christy was slammed in all three holes by three cocks. She lost count of the number of orgasms she was having. Eddie came inside her but she continued riding his cock. Only when Kevin came and pulled out did she allow Eddie out from under her. She jerked her mouth from Tony's cock, then grabbed him and pushed him onto the floor. Christy climbed on his shaft and called for Bob to fuck her ass with his large cock. He willingly complied. Christy was in total ecstasy as she was twin fucked once more. Tony blew his load inside her pussy, but—like Eddie before him—Christy continued riding him. She was still cumming loudly when Bob came in her asshole. Christy fell to the floor, soaked in her own sweat. Cum oozed from her cunt and ass. She was mortified at the way she had behaved. These men had gang raped her repeatedly, and her body had betrayed her into becoming a lust-filled animal. Christy knew that tomorrow she would be more ashamed of herself than anything, but right now she was satisfied beyond belief. She drifted off to sleep. She awoke to find two men standing over her. She looked around; her rapists were gone. She could see through the window that it was dark outside. The two men were dressed in black and had obviously broken in to see what they could steal only to find the beautiful, big titted, naked, blonde asleep on the floor. Census Taker Taken "There is nothing left to steal," she said, and then spread her legs apart, "so what are you waiting for, Take of those clothes and fuck me."