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Going to the Dr.

By: SubmissiveFlower_4U



As I woke up with the alarm going off, I knew I had to get out of bed and get ready to go see the Dr. This was just an ordinary check up, but feeling really good about myself, I wanted to feel special. And Oh Boy how special it made me feel in the end. 

I took a nice long hot shower and let the water run down between my tits as I stood there. I got out of the shower and dried off. As I started to get dressed, I looked for some of my prettiest panties and my sexiest bra. I knew the Dr. wouldn't be seeing them, but they made me feel really special. I found my matching black lace panties and bra. This was my favorite bra of all, because when my shirt rubbed across my nipples, it would send chills all Thu my body. Then I put on my garter and then my hose. I wore a black silky shirt, mini skirt and black heels. As I looked in the mirror, I felt like I was worth a Million Dollars. 

When I arrived at the Dr's office, it was a total mess. The nurse had called in sick, the Dr was delivering a baby, but they had a Dr there to take his place. Knowing that I wouldn't have another chance to get back soon, I decided to stay and see the Dr that was there. They call me into the examining room where I waiting for what seemed like a life time. When the Dr finally got in there, my mouth about hit the floor. He couldn't've of been any older then me and had the body of a Greek god. He apologized for being late and asked if it would be alright for him to check me out without a nurse being in the room as they was short handed. 

I told him that since it was just a check up, that I didn't mind at all. As he listened to my heart I felt his other hand brush against my thigh. I knew it had to be an accident, as so many Dr's had been getting sued for Sexual Harassment. He told me to take a really deep breathe, as I inhaled a breathe my shirt brushed against my nipples and I let out the breathe quickly. He told me that I had to hold it just a little be longer and to do it again. This time I did and it almost drove me over the edge of reality just sitting there. 

After he had looked in my eyes, ears, nose and throat. He told me that he needed to do a further exam and that I had to take my shirt and skirt off. I wasn't sure why, but he was the Dr and he knew what needed to be done. If only I had known what was coming. 

After I took off my shirt and skirt, he told me to stand up. As I stood there in the examining room in my lace bra & panties, with my garter belt holding my hose up, I seen something in the Dr's eyes. It scared me at first and I was a little embarrassed, but then I figured out what kind of exam I was fixing to get. 

He told me to get back on the exam table and lay down. Then I was told to put my arms up over my head and not to take them down until he told me to. Then he walked up to the side of the exam table and moved my bra over on one of my tits, till it was fully exposed. I started to say something, but he just put his finger over his mouth and made a shhhhh sound. Then he start massaging my tit. Going around in circles, starting at the outside of my tit. By the time he got to my nipple, it was standing straight up and hard as a rock. With his thumb and forefinger, he started rolling my nipple between it. I didn't know if I should yell for help or start moaning with pleasure. I was scared, but was also getting excited. Then he bent over and was sucking on my nipple. I was getting so wet and wanted to beg for more, but every time I would go to say something, he would just say SHHHHH. With his other hand inside my bra tweaking my other nipple. I just about lose it. 

I really thought I had been dreaming till he told me to unfasten his pants and then I knew I wasn't. For in front of me was the biggest cock I had ever seen. In one swift move he was on top of me and driving his cock in my wet pussy. I was just about to cum, but still holding back, wanting to make sure and wait on him. As he started going fast and pumping me hard, I knew he was just about go cum. I tighten up my muscles to drain every ounce of him and not let go. I was just about to let out a loud moan and he covered my mouth, so it would not escape. Then as he let his hot load shoot up inside me, I wrap my legs around him. Pulling him inside of me even further. After about five minutes, I released my legs and he stood up pulling himself out of me. He told me that my exam went well and that I could get dressed now. As I was fixing to leave the room, he gave me his phone number and told me to call him if I needed another exam anytime soon. As I paid my bill, I smiled and thought to myself. Now that's the kind of exam I like getting.

Going to the Drive Inn Movie



One night, later in the summer, we decided to go to the Drive-In movies and do a bit of playing and showing off if possible. Sam seemed to be up for this as it was a familiar game we've played through the years. Only this time I had added a little extra that she didn't know about. 

While she was getting ready I encouraged her to dress as slutty as she could,but since it was still quite light outside she settled for a pair of loose shorts with no panties, and an old T shirt that was cut off just below her tits. 

Both of these pieces of clothing provided easy access her to her body; she knew that was what I wanted so she'd dressed to please me. I had already decided that I needed to take the next step in my plan to turn her into a submissive slut so without telling her I had figured that this night would be a way for her to cross over from just showing off and begin letting someone touch and enjoy her body.

Almost before we left the house I started to reach under her shirt and play with her titties. She even pulled it up and flashed me at a stop light to show me how easily accessible her titties were. While she was sitting in the seat her shirt rode up just enough so that the bottom curve of her breasts was visible. This was going to be perfect! 

She wasn't really paying much attention and didn't realize what was going on until I pulled up in front of Jimmy's house. She asked what we were doing there, thinking that I needed to drop something off, but I told her that I had invited him to come along and must have forgotten to mention that to her. Before she could say anything he was opening the door and getting in. Since we were in the pick up she was stuck sitting in the middle of two very horny men!

Jimmy immediately complimented her on how sexy she looked (she was 10 years older than him) and she gave me one of those looks that wondered what I was up to. She tugged her shirt down a little but knew that she was going to have a hard time being bashful in front of a man that had already seen her completely naked more than once and had touched briefly touched her body too. 

She was trapped between us, and although she looked nervous she seemed resigned to what ever would happen. Once we arrived we found a dark corner to park in and started to watch he movie and chat. Jimmy kept talking about the times he'd been allowed to see her naked, and how much he appreciated the opportunity she'd given him. He also talked about how he couldn't stop thinking about her and hoping that he'd get another opportunity to see her naked body again.

By then Sam had figured that I must of promised him some kind of private show, and since he was so full of compliments, and she thought he was cute, she was beginning to relax and go with the idea. He told us about how he dreamed about her often and how he had wished he would be able to see her body and touch her soft smooth skin for a longer period than the last time. It was dark by then so I pulled up her shirt to expose her tits. 

I rubbed and pulled on them for a few minutes and then pulled her shirt up over her head. She leaned forward and offered no resistance as I did this, and simply sat back between us. Even though Jimmy had seen her naked before Sam was still a little embarrassed by having her shirt off but, she was still smiling and had her eyes open looking at both of us, which was a good sign. 

Through out all of his talk and compliments I had continually been kissing her, telling her how great she looked and kept on caressing her titties. During one long kiss she all of a sudden realized that the two hands on her breasts belonged to two different men and stopped stiff for a moment. She soon relaxed as I continued to kiss her and rub her left breast with my left hand while Jimmy had her right breast in his right hand. This must have gone on a long time as the first movie was already over.

Sam was completely relaxed by now, more so than I had ever seen her when we were doing something special. She was actually enjoying having two sets of hands play with her little tits and rub her legs and body. Every few minutes one of us would push a hand a little farther down into her shorts so she became comfortable as we began touching her pubic hair. Soon the fingers started sliding between her legs a little and she was letting it happen without any complaints. 

I reached over and grabbed her waist band to pull down her shorts and she just silently lifted her hips and let me strip her bare. This was exciting; my wife was sitting totally nude between me and another guy at a drive in movie. 

Sam was allowing both of us to touch her anywhere, and even though she denied it later, was enjoying the hands on her body. Her pussy was wet but I knew that she probably wouldn't have an orgasm while sitting upright in the truck. She had already slid down a little bit to allow us easier access to her pussy, and we had to be careful to not get in each other's way as we went in and out of her cunt, but the position wasn't right for her to really enjoy it.

I suggested she lay across our laps but she wasn't too sure about that. She finally turned sideways and leaned against me with one foot on the floor and the other on Jimmy. At this point I began to concentrate working on her clit while Jimmy pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy, almost immediately Sam had a hard, shaking orgasm. The best I'd seen her have in some time. 

We just held onto her for awhile until she calmed down. When she opened her eyes she looked at me and said "I'm really a slut now aren't I?" We both encouraged her that she was wonderful and that she deserved to enjoy what was going on. She soon turned around and sat back between us wondering what was going to happen to her next.

Jimmy had unbuckled his belt and opened his pants during all of this and the tip of his cock was now poking out of his shorts. He was so horny he said he thought he would die right there if something didn't happen. Sam wasn't sure about this, as she'd never even touched some one else's cock before, but with just a little bit of encouragement from both of us she soon reached into his shorts and started to rub his cock. 

In just a few seconds he let go with a load of cum that covered her hand and soaked his pants. Sam was surprised at how fast he'd cum, and also didn't know what to do with a gooey hand full of cum. Jimmy suggested that she lick it off to which she replied "gross" and I offered that she should rub it on her tits to dry. Instead she reached over and gave it back to Jimmy by wiping it on his shirt.

The movies were almost over by then so I started up the truck and we drove out with Sam still sitting between us completely naked. As I drove out she rested her head on my shoulder and was smiling while Jimmy kept rubbing her little titties and pussy. Since everyone looked so content I drove around for a little while to enjoy the activity. 

Before we reached his house Jimmy had managed to stuff her hand in his pants once more. This time she just held onto his cock while he pumped his hips up and down. Once again he covered her hand with cum but this time she just kept her hand in his pants and held on to his soggy cock as I continued to drive around. I was so proud of her, sitting between us completely nude. She seemed to have come a long way that night and had achieved new levels of being exposed and used by other men.

When I dropped Jimmy at home she pulled her hand out of his pants and didn't even bother to wipe it off. He gave her naked body one last long look as it was displayed by the dome light and then shut the door. We drove home in silence and Sam fell asleep on my shoulder before we'd gone two blocks. After we got home she simply picked up her clothes and walked into the house naked. She took a quick shower and then asked me what I'd like to do since I hadn't cum yet tonight. 

I asked her if she'd give me oral sex, something she doesn't always like to do, and she said ok. She must have been feeling quite nasty, or guilty about having an orgasm in front of another man because she gave me the best blow job she's ever done. She even held on tight while I deposited my load in her lovely mouth. After a few moments she tried to swallow it, knowing that this was what I wanted but couldn't get it all down, so ended up having to spit it out instead.

Before I let her go to sleep I wanted to talk about the evening. She didn't want to talk much but remarked that it was very different to be naked in front of somebody than it was to actually let them touch you and for you to touch them also. 

She said she felt like she'd had sex with Jimmy since they both had cum; to which I added she didn't seem to mind it too much. She still wasn't sure about it though, even if it had felt good at the time. To draw the discussion to a close I asked her how soon can we do it again? She didn't answer right away, but finally offered that I was well on the way to turning her into a slut so it really didn't matter what happened next.



Going To the Edge



Note: The following is an "edge play" fantasy, which means things like infection and accidentally severed veins and arteries do not happen, and the characters magically heal just like they do in action films. NOT SSC and NOT intended as a description of BDSM lifestyle. 

*****

The door opened and Hugo looked up from the screen of his notebook, which displayed the day's returns from his loan-sharking and bookie operations. He pushed to screen down out of a caution that was instinctive to a gang boss who had fought his way to the place he was in. A touch of a switch would trigger a special system which would fry the hard disk and RAM chips beyond recovery even by the interfering intelligence agencies that so often helped the police these days. But he smiled when he realised the identity of his visitor.

"Motherfucker! You bastard, you knew my sister couldn't repay you in time," Caroline shouted from half way across the room.

Hugo leaned back and smiled coldly. "She came to me. Nobody dragged her in here." He tapped his fingers as his eyes narrowed. "In fact, I tried to dissuade her from taking the loan. Believe it or not, being forced to break my customer's legs isn't good for business. Ask the boys." He nodded his head to either side.

Like a pair of dark suited bookends, his two enforcers nodded and revealed gleaming teeth in shark-like grins.

Caroline's shoulders sagged when realised that Hugo was right. It was always easy to blame the loan shark, but Hugo at least made his terms very clear before handing out money, and in his own way he was honest. Her voice almost a whisper, she said, "But she can't ... "

"What about you? That bakery of yours must be worth ... well, enough."

She shook her head despondently. "I have loans. And I can't ... it's all I have left of my mother and father." She frowned. "You already knew that. You know everything that goes on in this neighbourhood. But you still let me in to see you. What do you want?" She jumped when the gangster's hand slammed against the table, making the notebook rattle against something heavy and metal.

"Want? I want what's owned to me!" he shouted. "And if I don't get it there will have to be an example made. You know that just as well as I do."

Her own words went round and around in her mind. He agreed to see her. She must have something ... her eyes widened when she remembered the stories they whispered about him. She glanced at the spot on the table beside the notebook and she saw it. "It" was a gleaming piece of steel and wood. Suddenly she knew that the stories were true, and she knew what she had to offer him. Her eyes lifted and met his, and she knew he was waiting like some dark predator to see what she would do. Even though what he would want was awful, from his view it would still be a concession. It was hard to match having your kneecaps smashed with a sledgehammer. It was up to her to ask for it ... beg for it.

"Well? Do you have something to say, or should I write off the money and have my friends here pay your sister a visit?"

When he started to turn away she knew that her time was up. "Wait!"

"Yes?"

His voice was smooth, calm, and his face expressionless, showing none of the satisfaction Caroline was sure he was feeling. He had won. "Will you tear up my sister's IOU if I ... do what you want?"

"What I want? Have I made any demands of you - made any threats? I thought we were having a business discussion. If I was mistaken - "

"No! Please. I'm offering ... of my own free will. In exchange for my sister's debts, I will do whatever you want." She realised to her horror that he had to be video recording this humiliating conversation. He wanted evidence, proof that he did not coerce or threaten her.

Hugo brushed imaginary lint from the cuffs of his black designer suit. "What are you offering? I like your Mille-Feuille strawberry cream pastries, but ... "

She closed her eyes for a moment, and then said, "I will have sex with you in any way you like and ... and you can ... use your knife on me. I don't really know what you like to do, so don't ask me to describe it."

"Limits? And do you require a safe word?"

Her nerves tingled when she heard the hard, brittle tone in his voice. "N-no limits and no safe word required. I t-trust your judgement."

His lips curled in a narrow lipped smile. "So if you say No, or Stop ... "

Her lips almost refused to work. "Y-you can ignore me. Only stop when you're satisfied."

Like a hungry predator preening, Hugo brushed back his hair and gracefully stood up. "If you try to stop me, or object to anything, our deal is off. Understood?"

She nodded silently, biting her lip in dismay.

Hugo snapped his fingers and pointed at the door, and his "assistants" silently filed out, both of them hiding their grins until they were out of the room.

***

The harsh lamp burned down in a cone around a steel framed chair that was bolted to the concrete floor. There was simple sturdy table in the corner with plastic bottles of drinking water and a first-aid kit sitting on it. Caroline stood next to the chair and shivered. They were in a room connected to Hugo's office by an internal door. The walls were sheathed in aluminium panels, and the bare concrete floor was coated in some kind of synthetic sealant, making it waterproof. She had no trouble guessing what it was normally used for. She jumped in fright when he snapped his fingers.

"Don't waste my time. Strip!"

She felt a strange calm as she unbuttoned her blouse. She noticed that there was a pink icing stain on it as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She resisted the urge to hug herself and unfastened the waistband of her practical trousers that she wore to work. Folding the garments she placed them on the table and returned to stand beneath the light dressed only in bra and panties and her comfortable low heeled, open toed shoes. An impatient wave of his fingers made her reach for the clasp of her front-closing bra. Fear overcame modesty or neatness and she quickly shrugged out of the undergarment and tossed it at the table. The room wasn't cold, but she realised that her nipples were hard and erect. 

Worse still, when she pulled her panties down over her hips, she realised that she was soaking wet too. She had never believed the stories about people becoming madly horny in the face of death or danger, but it appeared that it was absolutely true. She also realised that she could have come at that moment with just a touch of her clit, even though this was the most un-sexy situation she had ever experienced in her life. The panties came off of her ankles, and she was thankful that they didn't get hooked on her shoes. She bundled the flimsy garment into a ball, hoping to hide the wet crotch band and flung it at the table. Naked now, she stood with her hands at her sides and looked inquiringly at him. She was damned if she was going cover herself with her arms like some stupid comedy character.

Hugo pushed away from the wall and slowly walked around her. "Remember, you asked for this, so I expect you to be happy about it, grateful even."

She nodded. "I understand. And I am grateful. Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

"The truth for a start. Are you wet?" He grinned when she nodded again, red faced. "Don't let it bother you. I've had girls in here to be taught a lesson, or to teach their fathers or boyfriends a lesson, and they often get wet too. I know because I've checked." He smacked her buttock with a hand. "Legs open."

She obeyed, and had to fight back tears when she felt his fingers search and probe deep, the sounds of her wetness loud in the hard walled room. It should have felt bad, painful, but it didn't and she felt as if her body had betrayed her. "How ... how badly are you going to - "

"Cut you? Hard to say. But the more you cooperate, the less likely you are to be accidentally cut. Understand?" He pulled his hand out of her cunt and grabbed a breast with fingers that glistened with her juices.

She inhaled sharply, but said, "I understand." And she did. He was going to play with a sharp knife, not a whip or cane, and the slightest unexpected movement on her part could be disastrous - for her at any rate. He went behind her, and she felt the smooth fabric of his coat press against her back. She also felt his erection pressing into her buttocks. But she knew it wasn't simply her nakedness that aroused him.

Back in front of her, he kissed her nipple and then looked into her eyes. "Put your hands on top of your head. Elbows back. You're a beautiful woman, I would like to keep you looking that way for as long as possible."

Caroline obeyed, pulling herself very erect. "How are you going to do that?" She bit her lip when she heard the deadly metallic click of the blade of his folding knife locking into place out of her line of vision. The question was more than academic. She really preferred not to be covered with scars like some tribal warrior.

Leaning close he whispered in her ear. "Be a good girl, do everything I say, and I won't touch your face." He let the cold steel of the knife touch the outside of her thigh and grinned when she hissed.

"I'll be good."

He laughed again. "I'm sure you will. How will I keep you looking nice? That's simple. I'll start with those parts of you that don't show when you're standing normally." He tapped her thigh with the polished steel. "Your armpits, the fold under your breasts, the space between the cheeks of your buttocks, the folds of your thighs, and of course the insides of your cunt - all the parts that only show when you pull the lips apart with your fingers." The blade tapped the back of her thigh. "But you'll have to be a very good and cooperative girl for that to happen."

What he was saying was horrifying, and yet she wanted it because it was better than being cut all over her body. If she could satisfy him with just those places, no one would be likely see the scars at all. "I promise ... " she whispered.

"Good. Excellent. Now I'm going to start with just the tip of the knife. If you're lucky it shouldn't cut you. The armpits first, I think." Her armpit was smooth and clean shaven. He touched the tip of the blade to her skin and drew it down and across, scraping over her skin like the needle of an old fashioned record player and drawing a red and pink diagonal line.

Caroline's jaw clenched and her head pushed backwards against her interlaced fingers. The sensation was shockingly intense, part tickle, part pain. She hissed when he drew another red line on her armpit, creating an "X". She could feel it glowing hotly on her skin.

Hugo studied his handiwork and smiled with satisfaction. Sweat was forming in her armpit and elsewhere on her body, and her nipples were still almost impudently stiff. "And now the other side." He walked around her, trailing the smooth brass butt end of the knife across her shoulders and back. Slowly and precisely he etched a duplicate "X" in her other armpit. "A little broken skin, but no blood yet. Your breasts are next. I want you to lift them for me. Not too hard, just enough so that I can get at the fold under them with this," he said, waving the point of the knife in front of her eyes. "But first - " He took hold of her nipple with finger and thumb, and pressed the sharp point into the tip.

Her nipple was much more sensitive than her armpits, and Caroline made a soft, frightened sound in her throat. "But you said - "

"I said I would keep you looking nice - maybe. But only if you cooperate fully. One more complaint and I might lose my patience." The point dug deeper into her nipple, and a tiny drop of blood welled up.

Caroline gasped and squeezed her hands into fists. The pricking of her nipple made the muscles of her cunt and buttocks clench as well, but she was aware that apart from the blood, her nipple had not been visibly harmed, although it was swelling even more, which she had not thought possible. She saw him reach for her other nipple and she turned her chest to oblige him. The knife pricked her other nipple and a shock ran all the way down to the soles of her feet. The painful digging of the point continued until she felt that she would be forced to whimper, but it pulled away just as she was about to cry out. Another tiny crimson drop welled out, only to be licked up by Hugo's tongue and she exhaled with a whoosh of relief.

"Now lift those breasts for me. Not so high ... yes that lovely." He using the tip of his knife he traced the delicate fold in her skin that marked the edge of the underside of her breasts. "Right here. Now be very still if you don't want a deep cut."

Caroline tried to breath slowly and evenly, a difficult thing to do when there was a man with a knife studying her breasts. Her armpits were sore, and her nipples throbbed with little jabs of pain, but still she felt a raging arousal that was so incongruous that she almost laughed. The knife touched her chest and she stiffened.

Hugo's voice as soft, almost kind. "Try to relax. Tense your body too much and you'll begin to sway and quiver. Breathe deep and slow ... good ... " He tilted the knife so that only a very small part of the edge near the tip touched her smooth skin. He knew the blade like he knew his own hand. With almost no pressure, he stroked the knife along the fine line in her skin. The edge broke the skin, but just barely, almost like a paper cut.

It hurt. This time it felt like a real cut and she clenched her teeth, fighting the horrors created by her own imagination, which insisted on recalling images of surgical procedures seen on TV. Her fingers wanted to dig deep into the flesh of her breasts, but she resisted. The pain spread in a stinging line moving inwards towards the centre of her chest.

Hugo watched as minute red drops welled up, like miniature rubies strung on a doll's necklace, and he inhaled deeply. He could smell her body, her sweat, her fear, even her arousal. He thought he could smell the copper and iron of her blood, but it was probably his imagination. His hand reached down.

She felt the sleeve of his coat brush her belly and then his finger delved into her slit, low down where the wetness accumulated, and then slowly and gently up, between the turgid inner lips and then to her clitoris. He stroked it with a skill that she had not expected from someone like him, and she moaned with closed lips, like a hum. The underside of her breast burned, but he kept toying with her until her hips began to sway in response.

"Now still ... " he said as he raised the blade to her other breast.

Tiny biting pain trailed across her chest. She couldn't see what he was doing, her vision blocked by her hand and breast, but she could certainly feel it. The pain in her nipples pulsed in counterpoint to the burning sting under her breasts, and she moaned aloud when his touch returned to her cunt once more.

He loved the warm slippery feeling of the woman's cunt, and he thoroughly explored it with his fingertips while he watch the minute droplets of blood form on the curving lines he had created like a frame embracing the delicious mounds of her breasts. He had no illusion that she was being aroused by what he was doing to her, but nevertheless she was hot and as ready as any woman could be. It was amazing what fear of pain and destruction could do. His fingers worked her sex and he said, "Soon, very soon, my knife is going here, and you are going to open it for me, and welcome the kiss of the edge, aren't you?"

Almost without thinking she nodded, her mind torn between the pain and the pleasure.

"You may release your breasts now," he said, and kissed the spot between her breasts. He pushed his finger deep, searching for her cervix. "But not yet, my pet. First there is somewhere else that you are going to offer to my blade, isn't there?"

She nodded again. "Yes ... " The breath caught in her throat when the knife tip trailed down her belly and his finger deep inside of her pushed up as if to meet it.

"Tell me where."

"My ... between my b-buttocks." She felt the knife trail over her hip and around to the curve of her bottom, and she couldn't help but tense her arse cheeks in anticipation. Her hips rocked rhythmically against his hand, giving him what he wanted, giving him her lust and arousal just as she was giving him her pain.

He withdrew his fingers and wiped them on her belly, painting glistening streaks that filled the air with the scent of her sexual heat. "Stay here." He went over to the table and dragged the heavy wooden construction under the light. "Climb up. Face down, knees wide and your arse jutting over the edge. Press your breasts against the table, arch your back. I want that bottom crack open wide." He held out a hand and helped her climb up, and guided her into the position he desired. He kissed her raised buttocks, the base of her spine, and her arse hole, tickling her with the tip of his tongue. Despite his penchant for cruelty, he liked women, he liked the way they felt, the way they smelled, and they way they looked. He actually liked Caroline too, which was why he was willing to absorb the loss of so much money. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to enjoy himself. "With both hands, reach down and play with yourself. Don't stop, even when I start with this - " he said, touching her with the cold of the blade.

Caroline obeyed willingly. The more aroused she was the less she seemed to notice the pain, so she had an incentive to masturbate. Her fingers played and caressed her cunt even though she was acutely aware of his touch and breath, and of course, the chill kiss of the knife.

Hugo waited until she was well established in the pleasure of her masturbation. It was not a hardship for him, he liked watching women play with themselves. Then he started to scratch the skin that framed her arse hole, drawing outward radiating lines with the pink furled orifice as the centre. He could see her fingers busily working beneath the knife, and the way her arse hole contracted and squeezed with each scratching stroke of the knife. Every once in a while he would actually prick the arse hole, smiling when he made her gasp.

Caroline had become so swept up in the shuddering pain and pleasure happening where she couldn't even see, her hips rocking slowly as if she was being fucked in a slow motion doggy style, that she didn't even notice the first time the edge broke the skin and actually cut her.

When her body hesitated, Hugo pressed a hand on the small of her back. "Don't stop. Take it. Open yourself to it." Very carefully, he drew the edge outwards from the edge of her arse hole out to towards her buttocks, and beads of red sprang up behind it. 

With her teeth clenched tight, Caroline stroked her clitoris and fingered her cunt, producing the sexual pleasure that he demanded of her even while he drew lines of fire around her arse hole.

Hugo felt his cock strain painfully against his tight trousers as lines of red grew and darkened in the delicate and sensitive space between her buttocks. The edge of the blade was still just barely breaking the skin, but deep enough to be really called cuts, and he could see her struggling to accept the pain. When he had cut fine radiating lines all the way around her pink anus, he placed the knife on her back, and touched the fine, almost invisible wounds with his fingers, staining his fingers red.

The burning between her cheeks was fierce, and she struggled to breathe evenly and to keep her fingers working on her cunt. She began to rub her clitoris harder and harder, creating an intensity of sensation to match the burn that flowed around her arse hole and above the hole of her cunt.

Hugo pulled her arse cheeks wider so that he could bring his face in without staining his face with blood, and pressed his lips to her arse hole. The tip of his tongue flickered and danced over the sensitive spot and he heard her groan and sigh.




Going To the Edge



The pleasure glowed in her mind like a lighthouse in the middle of a storm of pain, and she focused herself fiercely upon it, searching with her fingers for the elusive wisps of her orgasm. Hugo's lips and tongue felt amazingly good, perhaps because of the pain and not despite of it. She was surprised when he didn't stop, licking and caressing as she played with herself, all the while aware of the cold steel resting upon her arched back. Then she felt it. "I'm going to come. May I come?" she asked, remembering something she had read in a piece of BDSM erotica.

Hugo grinned and took his lips from her arse hole. "You may. But remember we aren't done." Then he placed his lips back upon her tightly squeezed orifice, framed by the fine lines of glistening red.

Suddenly, impossibly, she was coming, and her screams of pain and pleasure bounced off the walls of the small room as her hips rocked and shuddered.

Hugo watched her come, enjoying what he had created, and he waited until she had rubbed the last shudder from her clitoris before he patted her hip, picked up his knife, and said, "Turn over. Time for me to play with your cunt." She didn't hesitate and he nodded in approval when she rolled smoothly onto her back and drew her thighs up and apart without being told to do so. He was even more pleased when she spread the lips of her still spasming cunt apart. He licked her, running his tongue slowly over her cunt, all the way from the clenching hole and up to her clitoris.

Caroline moaned softly in delight, and then lifted her head to look into his eyes.

He smiled. "Don't worry. I always keep my word."

She smiled back. "And I shall keep mine. Here is my cunt. Take whatever you want. I'll try my best to be good for you."

He patted her thigh. "I know you will." He brushed her inner labia apart and brushed their inner surfaces with his finger tip. "First here and here."

She adjusted her grip so that the soft lips were pulled taut, and then she nodded. She closed her eyes when she felt the edge of the blade touch. There was a slight tugging and then pain flared bright. She bit her lip and her face darkened as she strained to remain absolutely still while he cut her cunt.

The cuts were the deepest yet, but still they were barely skin deep. That was where the nerves were and it was all he needed to do to hurt her cunt the way he desired. There was more blood, but mostly because of the abundance of blood vessels in the places he was cutting. The wounds would heal, mostly without any scarring. But for now, a beautiful young woman was holding her cunt open for him to use his knife on her in any way he liked. It was a sensual rush more powerful that any drug or alcoholic drink could give, and her cries were the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.

She held herself still for four light radiating cuts on each of her inner labia. The pain made her dizzy, but somehow it was so intensely, overwhelmingly sensual that she felt completely lost. The cutting stopped and she opened her eyes and she saw him waiting for her. She took a deep breath, lifted her head and gasped when she saw the sheen of blood. "Where next?" she asked with dry hot lips.

His finger touched her cunt hole. "Here. Open it for me."

She shifted her fingers lower, and pulled outwards, ignoring the raw pulsing pain in her labia, until she was satisfied that she had spread her vaginal opening as wide as she could manage without putting fingers inside of herself. "Are you going to cut me ... inside? Cut my vagina?"

Hugo shook his head. His finger touched the circle of her vaginal orifice. "Top, bottom, left, right. Four cuts. Ready?"

She inhaled, gathered her nerve, and nodded. It was frightening. The knife was at the very core of her womanhood. He could ruin her with a single stroke of that terrible blade. The chill metal touched, the edge upwards. The tiny pressure. She whimpered, but her fingers didn't waver. The slight tug, and the familiar burning sting made her vaginal muscles clench.

He had nicked the opening at the top and he watched the redness well up. He flipped the blade over. Now the bottom. Again the tiny, superbly controlled movement of hand and fingers. Her gasp when he hurt her. More blood. The left, and then to the right. Her chest was heaving, lifting her breasts up and down and waving her nipples, still stiff, at him. He unfastened his trousers, unzipped his fly with his free hand, careful not to stain the fabric with blood, and let his trousers fall along with his underpants.

Caroline saw what he had done, and felt a rush of relief and satisfaction. She had done it. She had endured and survived, and everything was going to be all right. She knew there was one more trial, but she didn't care. She knew that she could do it. The head of his cock touched her wounded vaginal opening and she hissed in pain, but she smiled when she felt his hardness enter her. He didn't have to tell her the last place that the edge would visit. Silently she moved her fingers once more, this time carefully pulling the fleshy hood back from her clitoris. One last time their eyes met. "There she is. I give her to you." She was surprised by the gentleness of his smile.

"This will hurt."

She nodded. "I know. It's all right. I'm ready." His cock went deeper, about half way in, and then with her head straining she watched as the gleaming edge approached her clitoris. Very gently, the razor sharp blade rested itself on her exposed and defenceless bud. She saw his fingers move, and the knife edge stroked the tip of her clitoris. Pain exploded in her loins and her vagina gripped his cock as if she might crush it. She watched again as he laid the knife aside on the table. Together they watched as a droplet of blood welled up from the tip of her clitoris. Her teeth squeaked as she ground them together while his fingertip approached the tiny wounded organ. 

Then he began to brush his finger over her clit from side to side, masturbating her but also stretching and rubbing the tiny wound. The agony made her vagina spasm and convulse, massaging his cock in a way she didn't believe possible, and she felt him come inside of her, jet after jet of his semen flowing into her body. Even though he just held his finger tip in contact with her clitoris, she used the movement of her hips to rub the tiny cut against it as he came, forcing her vagina to contract in a way that she could never have managed voluntarily. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her. She licked her lips and said, "Paid in full?", and grinned when he nodded.

***

Back in Hugo's office, she stood in front of his desk once more. The knife was folded and lay beside the notebook. "Thank you."

Hugo tilted his head. "For?"

"For not hurting me worse than you did. For keeping your word. For saving my sister."

He nodded. "I respect loyalty and courage. And you're damned sexy when you're bleeding." He grinned. He watched her turn to go, and then said, "I could lend you the money to pay off your mortgage."

She raised her eyebrows incredulously. "And how would I afford your rates?"

He grinned. "We could work something out."

Caroline glanced at the door to the other room. "You mean ...? You've got to be crazy to think I would ... " Then she thought about being free of the monthly loan payments and what it would mean for the business. Very slowly, she turned and sat down in front of him. "I would need some time to heal first ... "

Hugo nodded. "Of course. Come back when you're ready, and we can talk ... business."

Caroline looked at the folded knife, winced at a bolt of pain from her cunt, and then nodded as she began to laugh. "Business."



Going to the Fair



Rachel took one last look at herself in the mirror as she finished getting ready to leave. She and her friends, Molly and Jennifer, were going to the local Renaissance Festival today and Rachel was determined to look her best. It was the first time she was going without her parents and she was determined to flirt and play to her hearts content. She loved how the people who worked the fairs were able to make almost any comment suggestive. Looking herself over critically Rachel examined the tight size 7 jeans encasing her legs and cupping her small round ass. She made sure that there were no panty lines showing from her thong underwear by running her hands over her tight butt. She was only 5' 4" tall but the strappy sandals she had on gave her an extra inch of height. She turned sideways to examine her profile in the tight tank top she was wearing, the bright green of the shirt setting off her black hair and made her dark eyes seem almost black. The cotton stretched across her flat abs and molded to her B sized breasts. She adjusted her bra slightly to perk them up even higher then nodded in satisfaction. She leaned close to the mirror to check her make up then spun away when that also passed inspection. Her tilted eyes sparkled with excitement as she grabbed her purse and stuffed her phone into it. She was ready to play!

Rachel hurried down the stairs and across the hall, calling a goodbye to her mother and father who were just sitting down to breakfast.

"Have fun! And be careful," Her mother called.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Her father joked.

"Whatever, Dad." She laughed and let herself out the front door. She was 19 but her parents just didn't seem to want to let her out of the nest. She was happy that she'd finally escaped for a while. She hopped into her small used car and started it up. She had to go pick up her friends and get down to the site, she didn't want to miss the opening address by the King and his Court. That was always a fun part, plus the crowd provided a great opportunity to scope out the men. Rachel smiled in hungry anticipation of a day of ogling hot guys with her friends.

Finally she pulled up in front of Molly's house and honked the horn. Molly came rushing out the front door, waving something to her mother. She was dressed in costume; the short black lace dress, tight purple belly cincher and tall high heeled boots showing off her trim figure. Her shoulder length blond hair was loose but Rachel knew that getting it braided was going to be one of their first stops, that's why she'd left her hair down as well. Molly hurried down the sidewalk and jumped into the car giggling.

"I thought I'd never get out of there! She kept looking at my dress and giving me the evil eye. Like she wasn't the one who bought it for me in the first place!" Molly explained as she buckled herself in. 

"Are you kidding me? You look great! I wish I had something to wear this year." Rachel complained as she moved away from the curb heading towards Jennifer's house.

"Don't worry, you will! We'll find you something right away," Molly promised, "Something to definitely turn the guys heads." She grinned at Rachel who smiled back.

Stopping in front of Jennifer's house they found her already waiting outside, also in her Renaissance Festival outfit, this time the pirate boots led up to skin tight leggings in brilliant red, a black bustier which pushed her already ample breasts up further and a very low cut black poet shirt with huge sleeves. She had a leather hat with a red feather in her hand waiting to put it on until they got there. Her outfit set off her brown hair perfectly and she looked extremely sexy.

"Oh baby!" Molly called as Jennifer got in the back seat. "I can tell we're going to have to go all out to make sure that Rachel here gets some attention."

"You know it, we're gonna be the hottest wenches at the fair!" Jennifer responded. All three of them laughed.

***

Rachel thought her teeth were going to rattle out of her head as she bumped over the rutted earth. She pulled into the space the parking attendant had directed her to, putting her car in park she sighed in relief. Her two passengers were already unbuckling and getting out of the car. Putting up the sunscreens in her windshield she noticed the fluffy white clouds on the horizon. They looked pretty innocent right now and she hoped they'd stay that way, it would really suck to be rained out on her first solo trip to the Fair. Getting out herself she grabbed her ID, money and cards and locked all the doors leaving her purse behind. Linking her arms with a friend on either side they sashayed toward the huge gates leading to the fairgrounds. A large crowd had already gathered in front and she could almost hear the bickering between the actors already.

While they were standing in line for tickets, laughing at all the double ententes that the Festival workers were throwing at the growing crowd something caught Rachel's eye. Or to be more exact, someone, a set of someones. Nudging her two friends she quickly jerked her chin towards the group of three young men winding their way through the crowd. They appeared to be employees of the fair and all were extremely good looking. They were dressed in the loose open shirt pirate style with baggy pants and boots that showed off their physiques well. One of them had long blond hair streaked with lighter blond from the sun, he had it tied back in a cue and had a black hat with purple feather perched on his head. Another had golden tan skin showing between the bright white panels of his loosely laced shirt, his dark hair gleamed under the morning sun. The last one was built a little more solidly, his shoulders stretching the fabric of his shirt tight across his well muscled chest. His hair was a darker blond than the first but was short and curly, practically begging a woman to run her fingers through it.

Molly gasped loudly then cringed when Jennifer called out to the young men to get their attention, "Hey there!"

The tallest of the three at about 5'11", the dark haired man, turned towards them and looked Jennifer over slowly. Smiling welcomingly he grabbed his two friends and turned them towards the group of young women. 

"Good day to you m'ladies," He said. "How can we humble travelers help such beauteous women on this fine day?"

Molly clutched Rachel's arm as they both broke into giggles at the fake accent he used. Rachel looked up at the feel of two more sets of eyes running over her body, her tight clothing leaving little to the imagination of these young men. It was obvious from the looks in their eyes that those imaginations were running wild as well.

"Aye, how might we assist thee?" the curly haired man asked.

"Well, first you can tell us your names," Jennifer stated. "This is Molly, and that's Rachel in the mundane clothes. I'm Jennifer."

The first man swept Jennifer's hand up, bowed over it and kissed it gently on the back. "My pardon m'lady, my name is Matthew but many here simply call me Matt."

The well muscled one stepped forward, and prying Molly's hand from Rachel's arm repeated the gesture, "And I be Sean," he said in a Scottish accent.

The final man stepped forward and bowing low in front of Rachel he swept his hat from his head and knelt in front of her. Grabbing both her hands he kissed one then the other as he offered his name as well, "I, dearest lady, am Richard."

Rachel could hear the people around her laughing at the preposterously flamboyant gestures these three men had used to greet them but she didn't care. It was thrilling to have such a good looking man paying attention to her this way, she could feel the blush spreading up her neck and across her face. 

Getting up from the ground Richard stepped back and keeping hold of one of her hands looked her over minutely. "M'lady, I pray that you do realize that you are naked?"

"Naked! What?" Rachel quickly looked down at herself then burst into laughter as she understood what he was talking about. At the Fair unless you were in costume the characters considered you to be naked.

"Aye," Sean put in as he too gazed at her, "Nekkid you be m'lady. And while 'tis a shame to cover up so beautiful a lass I can only think that the right clothing would make it all the better. What say you Matt?"

"I would have to agree with my coarse Scottish friend. I do hope you plan on becoming better garbed my lady? One such as yourself deserves the finest of silks and lace against such luscious skin." 

Laughing hard Jennifer broke back into the conversation, "That's what I wanted to ask you all. Where would be a good place to get her the 'right' clothes?"

"Ah my lady, you ask perhaps the wrong people. To young men such as ourselves the 'right' clothing is none at all!" Richard responded with a huge grin. Molly broke into nervous giggles once more but her sparkling eyes betrayed how much she was enjoying the attention. Rachel felt a flash of heat travel through her at the thought of being truly naked with any of these men.

"However if you must, then the place to go would be The Ladies Boudouir. Do you happen to have one of the flyers of the realm with thee?" Matt inquired.

Fumbling with clumsy hands Molly managed to produce the requested pamphlet and Sean opened it to the center map. Pointing out where the main gate was he quickly explained how to get to the shop they recommended. Smiling up at them flirtatiously Jennifer thanked them. 

"T'was a pleasure, lasses." Sean replied.

"We shall hope to see you inside later on, ladies." Matt said.

"Yes, please do try to find us once Lady Rachel has found proper clothing. We would be honored to escort such beautiful women as thee around the fair." Richard said as he once again laid a kiss on the back of Rachel's hand which he still held. Rachel blinked as she felt him run one finger down the center of her palm, the faint caress almost too light to register. She thought she imagined it until she saw the twinkle in his eyes as he stepped back. Smiling shyly up at him she said, "We'll try."

All three young men bowed gallantly to the young women and wove their way back into the crowd. While they didn't quite disappear it did become more difficult to follow them as the crowd got thicker. Molly began giggling uncontrollably as her embarrassment took over. 

"How COULD you, Jennifer?" Molly stuttered, "I almost died of embarrassment."

"Why? That's what we're here for dummy," Jennifer replied. "How can we meet hot guys if we don't even talk to them?!" Shaking her head she turned her attention to Rachel who was still trying to pick out the three guys in the throng of people. "Saw something you liked huh?"

Blushing furiously Rachel turned her attention back to her friends, "Well duh... I mean those guys were HOT. I am so glad we came today."

"Not to worry, once we get you a new outfit we'll try to find them again inside. Who knows maybe they'll have some time off or something and we can hang out."

"Sweet."

Finally they made it through the line and got their tickets. Joining the increasingly loud crowd in front of the gate they enjoyed the rest of the time until the cannon blast. Rachel kept scanning the crowd for the three young men, she wasn't sure why but something about them had truly caught her attention. She couldn't figure out which of them she liked best, each of them was enough different from the others to make it a difficult choice. Finally the cannon exploded and the gates opened into the fair. The three young women drifted forward to the actor's cries of "Push and shove, push and shove." After breaking through the wall of people Jennifer took the lead and using the pamphlet map led Rachel and Molly to the shop that Sean had shown them.

Entering the shop Rachel was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of fabric, colors and costumes. There was a complete rainbow of fabrics displayed on the walls and hangers, how would she ever choose? Luckily Molly and Jennifer came to her rescue and the three girls giggled and laughed their way through the next hour as Rachel tried on one costume after another before finally deciding on one. She about collapsed at the cost once the saleswench explained it but coughed up her credit card and admired the effect in the mirror. Her new costume was all white, almost virginal in nature (Rachel laughed silently at that thought) but was made out of lace. The top was a short bodice type with a white fabric halter underneath the lace to conceal details but it ended just above her belly button. The skirt was also white lace that came to just below her knees, the fabric draping nicely around her legs. There was a smaller skirt underneath but the rest of her legs were exposed with each movement she made. The lace played peek-a-boo with her golden skin as the treasure underneath. Rachel had even managed to find a set of white angel wings which she had also added to give her a more angelic (and ironic) appearance. She loved her new naughty angel look but knew her Dad would have a heart attack if he saw her in it. Luckily her sandals were a neutral tone and actually seemed to fit well with the costume. The kind saleswench offered to keep her mundane clothing there for her to pick up before she left the fair freeing her from having to carry all her stuff around the entire day.

After purchasing the skimpy outfit Rachel and her friends wandered the fair, stopping to get their hair braided and buy drinks and food. They bantered with the Rennies and had a wonderful time. Molly even got pulled up on stage for one of the shows they saw and Rachel and Jennifer almost collapsed in laughter as she stumbled through the skit, her face a flaming red. 

Rachel continued to try to find the Richard, Matt and Sean but to no avail, apparently wherever they were it wasn't where she could spot them. Late in the afternoon the clouds began to roll in but she held out hope that they wouldn't actually release the rain until after the fair closed at 6:30. As they were walking by one particular shop Rachel's eye was caught by a piece of jewelry she knew her mother would LOVE. She detoured quickly into the shop, calling to her friends to wait. She was so absorbed in looking that she didn't notice that they hadn't heard her call. She looked through the shop's merchandise for a bit then jumped when a sharp crack of thunder split the air. Looking up she realized that her friends had gone on without her and that it was starting to rain. Dashing out of the shop she hurried in the direction she'd seen them going last.

The rain began to really pour down, almost a sheet of water, drenching everything not under cover, including Rachel and her new outfit. Peering through the darkness she noticed three figures rushing into a shop a little ways ahead and giving up her quest to find her friends in this torrent she followed them. A spear of lightning shot across the sky followed soon after by a loud crash of thunder making her hurry even faster. She finally reached the shop and rushed up the steps. She opened the door quickly and stepped inside, turning to push it closed behind her, fighting the wind. Seeing a small hook and eyebolt she latched the door against the wind before turning to see who she was sharing her shelter with, hopefully the storm wouldn't last long. 

Turning around Rachel's eyes widened in surprise to find herself in an empty shop with the three young men from this morning. The shop was small, barely enough room for ten people to fit into and broken up by a low cloth covered wooden counter to her right sectioning off part of the main area. There were a several shelves lining the walls, both high and low and mostly empty. The door was made of mismatched boards that allowed an occasional gust of wind to burst through and into the main area. There was a small shuttered window in the center of the back wall which was also latched shut against the rattling wind. The wood floors were covered by various rugs in a multitude of colors. They were well worn but still thick and soft under her sandals. The only light was provided by the gaps around the window and through the door making it dim until her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She noticed a small footstool in a dark corner, apparently abandoned by the previous tenant of the shop.

Matt and Richard were half way through taking off their soaked shirts, the thin material clinging to their wet bodies as they turned to look at her as she barged in on them. Sean, with his shirt already off was struggling with the waistband of his trousers trying to get a stubborn button through the hole. All four of them stopped and stared at the others in incomprehension.

"Well well, if it isn't m'lady Rachel from this morn," Matt exclaimed. "It appears that you managed to find the shop we recommended. And a fine job they did. You appear quite fetching."

"T-thank you." Rachel stammered. She'd never been alone with this many guys before and wasn't quite sure what to think. She wasn't a virgin but she wasn't that experienced either. The feelings shooting through her at the sight of their naked chests were distracting to say the least. A sudden sharp gust of wind shook the locked door behind her and she shivered in the breeze coming through the cracks. She looked down and realized that she was so wet that she was dripping water onto the rug. 

"Lady Rachel, you appear to be soaked to the skin! Come away from the door, it's a bit warmer over here." Richard said. Leaving his shirt hanging from his broad shoulders he quickly crossed the floor and grasped her hand. Stepping around behind her he guided her towards the other two men. Because she was in front of him she didn't see the questioning look he flashed to the other two. She did see Matt and Sean begin to smile and nod however and mistaking them as welcoming smiles for her smiled back at them. 

She shivered again as the wind rattled the door against its lock and the rain beat on the roof. Richard's warm hands felt so good that she unconsciously slowed, trying to snuggle into his warmth. However the wings on her back interfered and she heard him grunt as one wing stabbed into his stomach. "OH! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that." Rachel flushed in embarrassment as she turned to apologize.

Rubbing his minor injury, he grinned down at her, "Not to worry m'lady. Let me help get those off you, you're cold enough without dripping more water on yourself." Turning her back around he slid his fingers against the bare skin of her shoulders as he grasped the straps and pulled them down her arms. It was probably Rachel's imagination but she could have sworn he deliberately kept the backs of his hands in contact with her arms the entire way on purpose. The goosebumps that followed in his wake had little to do with the cold; she could feel her body responding to the presence of these attractive men. Stretching both her arms behind her he skimmed the ribbons holding the wings off over her hands. Both Matt and Sean enjoyed the sight of the small top molding itself to her upper body as her arms were pulled behind her. The cold had tightened her nipples and they made small pebbles underneath the clingy material. An accidental pull by Richard on her right arm made her shift right and the cloth rubbed against them sending an involuntary shiver across her belly.

Looking at Richard standing behind her Matt gave him a small nod of encouragement and continued taking off his shirt. Rachel's eyes were drawn to him as more and more skin was exposed until he was down to his boxers. Her eyes ran over his muscular shoulders and arms, following the thin trail of hair that disappeared under the waistband of his underwear. It almost seemed as if he was trying to tempt her into something. Sean, seeming more shy, turned his back on Rachel providing her with an unobstructed view of his broad back and tight butt, as he finished removing his soaked trousers, pulling them down his legs and hanging them up to dry. Turning back to her, he ran his eyes speculatively across her body, she could almost feel the heat of his eyes as they passed over her. He leaned over the counter and pulled out a large cloth bag which appeared to be stuffed with dry clothing for the three young men. Dropping it at his feet he turned his attention back to Rachel as Richard finished pulling off her angel wings.




Going to the Fair



After setting the dripping wings on a shelf next to the door Richard pulled Rachel's back up against him wrapping his arms around her, allowing his body heat to soak in. 

"Mmmmmm," Rachel moaned as the heat began to still her shivers, she leaned back against him and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation. Slowly his hands drifted from her sides and up to her shoulders in a series of small circular movements. She gently rocked with the movements as his hands created friction heat against her skin; she was thoroughly enjoying the feel of his hands on her. The slow caress seemed to transport her into another realm, one where time no longer mattered. "That feels great."

Kicking his discarded clothing towards an empty corner Matt quietly crossed to where Richard was holding Rachel; nodding his head to Richard he began to rub the front of her shoulders while Richard concentrated on her upper arms and back. Slowly caressing Rachel's arms and sides he moved down to her stomach devoting more attention to the areas of uncovered golden skin. She was so absorbed in the feelings that she didn't notice the extra pair of hands smoothing over her. Kneeling down in front of her Matt allowed his warm breath to feather across her stomach as he skipped down to her thighs, moving his hands up and down them savoring their silky texture. Richard began moving his hands the entire length of her arms and had leaned down to whisper kisses across her shoulders, his warm breath causing her to shiver in delight. 

Matt's hands, still caressing her moved back to her waist which he clasped and began using his thumbs to create circles of heat. By moving slowly and gently he managed to maneuver his hands around to the back and unfasten the skirt without her noticing. Sending his hands back to her knees he skimmed his hands up her outer thighs in an attempt to keep the cold clammy fabric from breaking the lethargic spell they had been weaving around Rachel. The material bunched up around his wrists and forearms as they rose then suddenly released its grip on her hips, sliding down the backs of her legs quickly and silently. The cold streak was enough of a shock to bring Rachel out of her trance. Snapping her eyes open she looked down at Matt, kneeling at her feet as her skirt fell the rest of the way to the floor.

"What are you doing?!" She exclaimed, her body tensing up.

Looking up innocently at her, Matt lifted one leg then the other picking up the sopping skirt and standing up to hang it from one of the shelves, "Just getting you out of these wet clothes m'lady. We have some dry clothes you can put on if you like."

"Hush..." Richard whispered soothingly against her neck as he closed his hands on her shoulders, "We won't hurt you. We're just trying to help."

"Besides," Sean teased," Dinna we say that the 'right' clothing for a young lass around strapping young men like us be none t'all?"

Glancing at the two men in front of her Rachel realized that while she was feeling highly embarrassed at being mostly naked in front of them but she was not scared. She didn't feel in danger from them, in fact the heat she could see in their eyes was generating a matching one down low in her stomach. She suddenly understood that she'd been considering this situation all day long from the time she first saw them. She'd never thought it would actually happen but the idea had been tempting her all along. She wanted to see what would happen with these young men and fate it seemed had provided the opportunity.

Turning her head to look back at Richard behind her she began to smile impishly, "Oh, is that right? Well if you are going to help I need you to undo the back of the top too." With that open invitation she dropped her head forward to bare the back of her neck and the tie for her top.

Richard blinked in surprise at the sudden change in her attitude then began to grin widely, his eyes meeting the matching grins on the faces of his companions. Apparently this young woman was no angel, despite her wings. His nimble fingers swiftly untied the knot at her neck but the soaked fabric didn't want to release her. She dropped her head back against his shoulder in time to see Sean step forward to peel the scrap of fabric down her chest while Richard's hands moved to loosen the lower knot. His warm hands were a burning contrast to her chilled skin as she arched her back to give him better access without leaving the oasis of his body heat. Sean grasped the white lace and began drawing it toward him the dripping ends coming across her shoulders to skim down her bared chest. A cold breeze from the window caused goosebumps along the chilly path they drew as the soaked ends skimmed across her engorged nipples, leaving drops of rain suspended from them. Putting both ends in one hand Sean reached out with the other and rubbed the cold water from her skin with a rough thumb across the nubs of flesh before they tried to find their way down her body, causing more than heat to shoot through Rachel's body. He tugged and her top came free as Richard's hands finally undid the knot, moving carefully Sean hung the top up to dry as well while he kept his eyes on the feast of flesh in front of him.

Because of the cut of the costume Rachel had not been able to keep her bra on underneath, with the removal of the top all she had on was the sandals and her thong panties. Her smallish breasts were firm with youth and the nipples were taut due to the cold and arousal. The areoles were a slightly darker color against her golden skin, inviting a man to lave them with attention. Matt knelt once more at her feet and began removing her sandals as well, his warm hands caressing her feet before she stepped onto the thick rug. Tossing them aside he gave her navel a quick kiss feeling her stomach shudder at the feel before he rose to his feet in front of her, the baggy fabric of his boxers suddenly tight as she saw his arousal. Flicking her gaze to Sean's crotch as well she spied a matching tenting in the fabric of his boxers too. Curious, she pushed back against Richard's hips behind her and encountered the hard length of his arousal. Knowing that she had caused these reactions Rachel felt a wave of power and heat wash through her; she was no longer shivering with cold but with anticipation.

Coming back to the group in the middle of the shop Sean skimmed his fingers down her ribcage to her waist then slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and began drawing them down her legs. To help him out Rachel spread her legs apart slightly. Her reward was the quick kiss and lick she received on her hip as he tugged the damp fabric from between her thighs. The cord in the back did not want to be released from between her cheeks making him pull even harder before it finally escaped. He then lifted her bare feet one at a time and set them down further apart, giving him a look at the treasure the thong had hidden, one already swelling with desire. The well groomed patch of pubic hair did little to disguise that fact and the rest of her pussy was shaved bald. Finally she was nude and the greed showing on Matt and Sean's faces fed the flames of her own arousal. "C'mon now guys, I'm the only one naked, it's not fair. Take the rest of your clothes off too." She cajoled.

Matt and Sean quickly stripped off their underwear, proudly showing off their aroused members. She felt Richard step away from her and heard him removing the rest of his clothing as well. Turning slightly she felt her mouth beginning to water at the sight of all the prime male flesh she was surrounded by. As each of them was different in looks so too were their cocks different. Matt had an average size member that curved slightly downward and waved gently in the air as he moved toward her. Sean, despite being the most muscular, had a thinner straight penis but just as long with a dark red glans, already gleaming with moisture. Richard, behind her was actually the biggest of the three, his cock longer than the other two and the thickness alone made her wet just thinking of having him moving inside her. 

The feel of Matt's hands on her shoulders brought her back to reality as he pushed her backwards, she stumbled slightly then the backs of her thighs met the low counter. The cloth covering it was smooth against her skin and she sat suddenly as he pushed her down. Somehow she had gone from the one in control to being the object controlled, this thought flashed through her mind almost as fast as the shaft of arousal to her groin at the realization. The fact that these three had done this more than once became obvious as Sean and Richard moved to either side of the counter. Sean was on her right and Richard on her left. Each of them grasping her shoulder in one hand and running their other down her arms slowly. They drew her back until she was laying on the counter her hips at the end and fully supported by the countertop. Holding her shoulders down they kept her from moving as they situated themselves beside her. It was the perfect height she realized as she turned her head to the left towards Richard, his cock was exactly where she could get to it with hand or mouth. Leaning down Richard kissed her deeply as his hand guided hers to his cock. She felt Sean doing the same with her right hand on his side. Rachel heard a curious scraping sound across the room then became distracted once more by Richard as his tongue thrust between her lips. 

Sean's right hand wrapped hers around his shaft and began moving it across his cock, guiding her and showing her what he liked best. Her soft cool fingers were a definite contrast to the stiff hot length of his penis causing a swift shiver to race through him. His member was thin enough that she could completely wrap around it with her hand. Using his fingers Sean pressed her thumb against the underside of his cock hard as he stroked their hands up towards the head. The feel of her hand wrapped around him was extremely exciting, the visual alone making his cock jump in their hands. He pulled their hands back down to the base as his gaze roamed across the naked skin of the girl laid out like a sacrifice for their pleasure. Continuing this pattern he kept the rhythm slow but she could feel his hips beginning to thrust towards her.

Standing up Richard also began showing her how to stroke him with his left hand as Rachel looked down her body. Apparently the scraping sound she'd heard was Matt moving the small footstool to the end of the counter because all she could see of him was his head and shoulders. However her attention was pulled back to her left when Richard ran her fingertips down his length. He used her fingers to slowly explore his cock then starting at the base he wrapped her much smaller hand around him. He was so thick that her fingers didn't touch as she grasped him and began to slide her hand up and down. Using his stronger grip Richard was able to show her where to increase the pressure as she moved. Rather than stopping at the base of the head Richard pushed her hand over the rim and rubbed her palm across the sensitive skin, cupping his glans in her hand before bringing her back down around him again. The feel of the slight ridges and calluses of her palm running across the velvety skin caused a wave of sensation to crawl up his spine. He shuddered under her hand as she began to repeat the movement on her own.

Smiling at the sight of Rachel jerking off his friends Matt grasped her calves and propped her legs apart, each thigh spread the width of the counter apart. She felt a cool breeze dart across her exposed flesh, cooling the wetness that had already gathered. Leaning her head back she turned towards Sean. Pulling him closer by tightening her hand around his cock she leaned to the side to taste him, her tongue running across his glans and scooping up the pre-cum he was already oozing. She heard him moan slightly then felt him scoot a little closer to give her better access. His hand released hers and she felt it move down her side and thigh to her right knee, pulling her legs even further apart. Richard's left hand copied the move to her other knee and she felt her pussy lips spread open, presenting Matt with a wide open view of her extremely turned on center. Just as she slipped the head of Sean's cock into her mouth she felt Matt's tongue do a long lick up her entire slit, ending at her clit where it proceeded to swirl around the engorged nub of flesh. She gasped at the feel then clamped her lips around Sean's cock to quiet herself.

Her hips tried to buck up off the counter but found that the hands on her shoulders kept her from moving much at all. She could barely wiggle, much less arch up as the pleasure stabbed through her from her groin to her brain. They weren't hurting her but they were not going to let her move either. She was completely at their mercy. This thought tumbled through her mind as she swirled her tongue across Sean's cock. There were three of them and they could do whatever they wanted; her sudden helplessness, a feeling she had never experienced before, shot through her. Rather than terrifying her, the idea actually increased her arousal, she wanted... no, needed to find out what they intended to do. The more she tried to move the more she realized just how much in their power she was, each failed attempt heightening her arousal. It was an eye opening experience as Rachel realized the intense pleasure that came from no longer being in control.

Rachel's coherent thoughts were stretched thinner as she felt Richard's right hand close over her left breast and begin to knead it, rubbing her aroused nipple between his fingers, pinching slightly and sending shafts of pure pleasure shooting to her groin. Her hips tried to swivel involuntarily but the hands holding her thighs apart tightened, keeping her in place as Matt swooped in again for another lick. His tongue swirled and licked, diving deep into her then sliding up to tease her clit once more. She moaned at the feel of what Matt and Richard were doing to her and the taste of Sean in her mouth. The vibrations increasing his pleasure as she continued to suck and lick on the head of his cock while continuing to move her hand up and down the shaft.

Rachel pulled her mouth away as Matt shoved his tongue deep inside her so she could gasp a huge breath of much needed air. His hot breath sliding silky warm across her highly aroused body was sheer torture and the breath she had just taken slid out of her in a long moan, letting them know how much she was enjoying what they were doing to her. Looking up her body Matt's eyes twinkled as he watched her body try arch up off the counter restrained by Richard's hand on her left breast and Sean's on her right shoulder. Returning to his task he continued to lick and suck on her pussy, using his tongue to tease and torment her. He could feel her muscles straining to get more from him but she was held too tightly by Sean and Richard. Wrapping his lips around her clit and began to suck strongly, her head whipped back and forth against the countertop as she groaned loudly. Richard quickly grabbed her head with his free hand and shoved his cock into her mouth to quiet her. Her hand continued to pump along his shaft, her thumb teasing the rim as she sucked on him. Her hand began to twist slightly on each stroke adding a new sensation that drove him crazy as he felt her tongue flashing across the sensitive tip. Sean's cock was not neglected either, she continued to glide her hand up and down his saliva slick shaft, her hand bumping against the flared edge of the head. He then reached down with his left hand and began to play with the nipple of her right breast, tweaking the soft peak and pulling on it just to release it again.

Rachel could feel the tension in her winding tighter and tighter as the three men caressed, squeezed, tormented and played with various parts of her body. She kept trying to lift her hips up into the mouth that was giving her such pleasure but was held stationary by the hands gripping her tits and knees tightly. The restraint continued to increase her pleasure, her need spiraling out of control at her inability to satisfy it. As she realized this the tension finally broke and she sucked frantically on Richard's cock as she came into Matt's mouth. Her hand clamped down on Sean's penis as she shook and shuddered between them. 

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm....." She moaned as Matt buried his face into her crotch, his tongue lapping frantically trying to keep up with the flow as she twitched. Richard's arms shook as he tried to hold back, the suction and frenzied licking she was subjecting him to straining his control. Sean's head fell back as her hand sped up, jerking him off harder and faster. As he felt his balls begin to tighten he reached down and stopped her hand with his. He didn't want to blow his wad too soon, there were other things he wanted to try with this not so angelic girl. Finally she began to relax as her orgasm released her and she loosened her grip on him. She gave an apologetic lick to Richard's semi-abused cock that caused him to shudder and looked over at Sean. "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't hurt you."

Sean laughed, "Not t'all m'lady, quite the opposite but I dinna wanna lose it so soon. Now it be my turn." 

Pulling away from her hand Sean stepped back as she felt Matt leave her pussy. They quickly exchanged places and Matt placed her right hand upon his cock so she could pleasure him too. His cock was nearly rock hard as she wrapped her fingers around him, the tip gleaming wetly in the dim light. Using her fingers she began to smooth the pre-cum across the head of his cock, watching as he trembled from the sensitivity of his arousal. The slightly downward curve added a new dimension to her play, she was able to get to the upper side of his cock easier to see how he reacted to that. She was so focused on this new treat that she hadn't noticed when Sean stepped forward. The shock of feeling his cock rubbing against her still pulsing clit was enough to rip her attention away from Matt. "Ah, ah!" she exclaimed as he began to thrust against her.

"Shhhhh.... We wouldn't want to be interrupted now would we m'lady?" Matt asked. Cupping her cheek he guided her mouth to his engorged penis and slid it between her lips. She shook her head slightly, bumping the insides of her cheeks against him as he continued to enter her mouth. The storm outside continued but Rachel no longer heard the thunder or felt the breezes as they rattled the door. Her world had constricted to the small room, the counter she was laid out upon and the three men seemingly determined to shatter her apart with pleasure.

Sean began to push and thrust against her, running his entire length up her slit, not entering her but teasing her with the possibility. The friction became smoother and quicker as her juices flowed once more, coating his penis with them. He pulled back to rub the head of his cock around, circling the opening she wanted desperately for him to enter. The heat of her engorged pussy was so tempting, it would be so easy to slide into her, he thought. He resisted however, seeing her writhing below him was such a visual turn on that he wanted to see how much she could take. She tried to buck her hips up to force him into her but was restrained once more by Matt and Richard. All three of the men laughed at her eagerness. "Me thinks the lady be enjoyin' herself," Sean commented as he continued to torment her. Using his hand to stabilize himself he pushed against the opening of her vagina just enough to cause her to moan around Matt's cock. Pulling back he then used the head of his cock to batter her clit making her squirm with pleasure.

"One might think that," Richard said as he plucked at her erect nipples, causing her to shiver in response.




Going to the Fair



"May-.... Unh!" Matt started to respond but was stopped as she bobbed her head down onto him, taking him deeply into her mouth and lightly running her teeth across the tip. He could feel the tension in her lips as she smiled around his cock in her mouth at his inability to continue what he was saying. This small act of power on her part could not go unanswered. Placing his free hand on the back of her head he thrust forward, the inviting warmth of her mouth surrounding him. Beginning a slow rhythm he closed his eyes to focus on the feel of her mouth and tongue as he pumped himself into her. Due to the position he couldn't go as deep as he wanted but the slick heat of her mouth was immensely distracting.

Feeling Matt entering her mouth like she wished Sean would enter her pussy sent Rachel's pleasure spiking up. She could feel the next orgasm coming as Sean continued to rub against her clit. Each push ratcheted up the need she was feeling. She wanted, no needed to be penetrated but he continued to simply slide against her without entering, the length of his cock a welcome tormenter as it stimulated her clit. Not wanting to neglect Richard she began to pump his shaft again, this time rubbing the ball of her thumb across the sensitive tip. He gasped at the first pass then stood still, his hand continuing to play with her tight nipple, enjoying the roughness as she jerked him off. She gave him several more pumps before releasing his cock and following its shaft down to the needy sac below. He groaned as she gently wrapped her warm hand around it and began to massage the balls within. 

Rachel's mind was awash in pleasure but she was amazed at her own temerity. She wasn't a virgin but the things happening to her now hadn't even occurred to her in her fantasies. Yet she was acting like an experienced porn star and the freedom she was feeling was simply amazing. By surrendering her control to these men she had broken the shackles of 'proper' decorum, she could now focus on what made them and her feel good without fear of rejection or disgust. The slight sounds each of the men released as they rubbed against or into her body in one way or another told her of her success and enhanced her own pleasure tenfold and she could feel the beginning tremors of the next orgasm. Moving her hand quickly up to Richard's penis so as not to hurt him, she gave herself to the wave of ecstasy and sucked hard on Matt's cock as she came the second time. He began to shake as the suction increased around his penis, holding back was much more difficult than he anticipated. He desperately wanted to explode into the mouth surrounding him but he knew there was more to come and so he held on to his control, barely. This orgasm for Rachel was intense but over more quickly. This time rather than wait for her to recover, Sean and Richard exchanged places while she still shivered and shook in the aftermath. Rachel barely had the brainpower left to wonder what Richard would do, each of them seemed determined to try something different with her willing body. 

He didn't leave her wondering long. No sooner had she begun jerking Sean off again, her own lubricant making him slippery in her hand than she felt him give her a long slow lick from bottom to top. Shivering in anticipation she pulled her mouth off of Matt's cock as she felt something start to enter her. Her body attempted once again to arch up off the counter as Richard slid two fingers into her hungry pussy, wiggling and twisting them. Matt and Sean had to move their hands down to her chest to keep her still as she bucked.

"Nnnggghhh," She moaned quietly, her hands clamping down hard on the two cocks on either side. "More," she panted as Richard began to move his fingers in and out of her. He accommodated her by adding in a third finger and moving them deeper into her. 

Rachel's toes curled involuntarily as the cascades of pleasure washed through her. Finally someone was inside her and the feeling was spectacular, she could barely maintain the rhythm of her two hands as her body and mind focused on the new sensations. His fingers were stretching her tight pussy and she could feel each one separately as they moved within her. She pressed her head against the counter with the need to push her hips into his hand, his fingers were good but her pussy hungered for deeper penetration than he was giving. However the restraining hands on her tits and knees would stop her she knew, she would have to beg for anything more than what they felt was necessary. Her tongue slid over dry lips as Richard's fingers forged slowly deeper into her starving pussy.

"Spread her further apart, lads," Richard asked as his arm moved. Matt and Sean spread her legs wider and Richard took advantage of the position. Standing up he twisted his hand so that his thumb could then flick her clit with every plunge inside her. She began to gasp and moan with each touch, a twitch running across her body as the shafts of sheer ecstasy drove through her. Richard could feel the moisture seeping out to surround his hand, making it easier for him to push into her, the sounds he was causing seeming loud in the small shop.

Seeing that she couldn't concentrate enough to use her mouth on them anymore, Sean and Matt scooted back to the extent of her reach. Then both leaned down and took a nipple into their mouths. Their reward was the tightening of her grip around their cocks and the muffled Ahhhh! that drifted to their ears. Sean sucked the tightly furled nub of flesh, rolling it with his tongue and pulling on it gently with his lips as her hand spasmed around him. Barely maintaining her grip she continued to glide her hand up and down his cock. Matt on the other hand was a bit more aggressive and bit her nipple, pulling on it slightly, using his teeth to cause more sensation than she'd ever felt there before. Then he ran the broad length of his tongue across the highly sensitized bud causing her to squirm uncontrollably. Changing the grip of her hand she ran her fingers down the underside of Matt's cock to tickle his balls before sliding her grip back up. As her hand moved Matt could feel the tip of his cock rubbing up and down her forearm, the silky skin contrasting with the roughness of her palm. 

As the other two played with her nipples Richard continued his assault on her pussy with his hand, pushing harder and deeper, he was both watching and feeling her hot flesh closing around his hand. Moving faster he began curling his fingers inside her, searching for that one special spot that drove all women crazy. With each push of his hand he made sure to fondle her clit, driving her pleasure higher and higher. Finally the combination of sensations, each different according to the man providing it was too much for her and she exploded into her third orgasm. In an attempt to keep quiet she bit her lower lip hard, whimpering in ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut with the effort. Then Richard finally found her G spot and Rachel died a little bit as the world shattered around her, there was only sheer unadulterated pleasure left. Richard felt her pussy clamp down on his hand then begin to pulse with contractions as both Sean and Matt groaned in response to her suddenly tight grip on their cocks. This orgasm lasted for many seconds before finally releasing Rachel from its grasp. Her entire body relaxed onto the countertop, she was barely able to continue jerking off the two men on either side.

Seeing the well-satisfied woman in front of them the three young men grinned at each other. Little did she know but they weren't done with her yet. She'd gotten her orgasms but they were still hot and heavy with their loads. This had all simply been preparation for the main event and that time had finally come. Stepping back Matt and Sean gently disengaged her hands from their cocks and moved around to the middle of the room. Kicking the bundle of clothing into the center of the rug Sean looked expectantly at Richard. Smiling he pulled his fingers slowly out of Rachel still feeling the shudders of her orgasm aftershocks and sucked them clean, clearly enjoying the taste of her on his skin. Leaning over he gently shook her shoulders and waited for her eyes to open. When she was finally looking up at him dazedly he pulled on her hands and brought her to a sitting position.

"C'mon, m'lady. We've provided your fulfillment, you wouldn't be so harsh as to leave us wanting would you?" He tilted his head in a questioning manner as he helped her to stand. Her knees were weak from the multiple orgasms they'd given her and she wobbled upright. He could see a spark of interest flare in her bemused eyes as she realized there was more to come. Leading her to the center of the room he sat down on the floor next to the bundled cloth, drawing her down to kneel beside him. Lying down on his back he waited as Matt and Sean came over to them. Helping her they guided Rachel into a straddling position on her knees above Richard, her pussy hovering above his rigid member. She moved like the puppet she felt she had become, she had relinquished control while spread out on the countertop and continued to trust them to see to their mutual pleasure. She whimpered at the idea of finally getting a long hard cock deep inside her waiting body. She felt her pussy warm once more with a rush of blood, anticipating the feel of him thrusting into her. However, instead of entering her right away he put his hands on her legs to either side so she couldn't lower herself and rose up to kiss her deeply once more.

Rachel unconsciously followed his lips down as they kissed, leaving her ass high in the air as she leaned over him. She hadn't been paying any attention at all to the others so the sudden feeling of a cock entering her pussy from behind was a shock. The first thrust was deep and she felt herself become flooded with moisture. The almost scalding heat of her pussy welcomed Sean as he drove into the opening presented to him. She was hot and slick, the feelings growing more intense as he pumped. She moaned into Richard's mouth as their tongues dueled and she was fucked from behind. Her body rocked forward with each thrust from behind, her small tits brushing against Richard's chest. She suspected it was Sean as she didn't feel completely full but the pleasure was there nonetheless. He stroked into her several more times, getting his cock well covered in her lubricating juices then pulled out entirely. She started to rise in protest and felt a pair of strong hands come down on her shoulders to keep her still. Her surprise at this became confusion as she realized they had to be Matt's hands because Richard's were still holding her legs and another pair was pulling apart her ass cheeks.

It was only when she felt the warm wet head of Sean's cock pressing against her asshole that she understood what was happening. She'd only been fucked in the ass once or twice and it hadn't been all that great but her body was so focused on pleasure that it felt good to have his cock there. He slowly began to press himself inside her, the juices from her soaking pussy running down his shaft and easing the way as he entered her. Richard brought her attention back to the kiss and she felt her body begin to relax, allowing Sean to shove deeper. She swiveled her hips a little, helping him to enter the extremely tight passage. She could feel the larger but spongy head wedging the tight opening wider, his cock slowly invading her ass. Keeping up a steady pressure with slight pulses of forward movement the head of his cock finally made it past the ring of muscle and was fully inside. Sean paused as her body adjusted to the tip of his cock, tightening down on him like a clamp causing him to shudder with the need to plunge into her. However he knew better and resisted the impulse, instead he began to pump gently, each push forward driving him only fractionally deeper and deeper into her until finally he felt his stomach against her butt. Rachel felt an unfamiliar fullness moving inside her, each move forward seemed to like an eternity of bliss.

"Gods! She's tight." Sean growled as he pulled back and plunged in again. "Feels so fuckin' good." Rachel could only gasp in agreement as the combination of movement and the juices from her pussy began allowing him to move faster. Her ass tightened down around his cock each time he paused, forcing him to have to push hard to move forward again. Each time he returned to the depths it was better than the last, her pleasure increasing as her body got used to this unfamiliar form of enjoyment. She began to push back against him when he thrust forward, allowing him to get deeper into her. Feeling her response and interpreting it correctly Sean used his hands to spread her cheeks further apart allowing him to get closer and deeper. She could feel the wetness from her pussy starting to drip down her thighs as Sean fucked her tight ass. On one thrust forward he felt his balls slap into her pussy and felt the hot moisture run across them as she shuddered in ecstasy. She may not have had much experience as evidenced by the tightness surrounding him but she certainly seemed to be enjoying it now, the quiet whimpers drifting back to him as he plumbed her depths egging him on..

Rachel was panting and moaning when Richard finally released her mouth. She pushed herself up with her arms and ground her hips back into Sean a bit harder and felt his cock jerk inside her ass as she responded to his thrusts. "Now what?" she asked as Sean continued to move. Richard smiled up at her then reached between them and grabbed the base of his penis. Pushing upwards he located the entrance to her vagina, and as her eyes widened in surprise he thrust deeply into her vacant pussy. The sheer amount of moisture allowed him to slide swiftly inside despite stretching her pussy to its limits. Rachel wanted to cry out but her throat closed at the feeling of the dual penetration. She could feel Richard's thick cock stretching her pussy and filling her to capacity while Sean's thinner one continued to move inside her ass. She'd only imagined this position, never actually thought it could happen. But it was and it felt WONDERFUL! Richard stayed up for a moment while he shoved the bundled clothing underneath his butt to keep himself angled to enter her. Rachel felt her knees pulled further apart and she sank onto him as Sean adjusted to the new angle behind her. Then the true ecstasy began. 

The two men inside her set up a rhythm, one thrusting in and moving her off the other then pulling back and letting the second fill her up. She was just a puppet between their pistoning cocks and loving every second of it. She could feel them rubbing against each other through her thin internal walls separating them. Sean's thinner cock was perfect for the use he was putting it to, the larger head opening up the muscle rings within and allowing him to move in and out of her ass easily. Each time he pulled back they tightened down again pulling against the rim of the glans and increasing both their pleasure. The variable tightness was driving him wild as he continued to fuck her. Richard's long cock seemed to bump against the base of her womb with every plunge. He was so large that he could feel every ridge within her pussy as he rubbed against it, the sensation was sending Rachel swiftly up the long road to her next orgasm. She was hot, tight, wet and completely willing as she moaned and trembled between them. 

Her arms shook with the need to keep her upper body from smothering the man below her as she surrendered her body to them once more. Richard could feel Sean entering as he exited and vice versa, the unusual sensation increasing the pleasure for them both. Slowly the thrusts became harder and deeper as her body relaxed around the invaders. Her pussy was drenched and every push upward by Richard made a slightly wet sound, barely discernable through the pounding of the rain continuing outside but increasingly erotic to the people listening. She opened her eyes to see Richard grimacing in bliss at the feel of her hot wet body surrounding his cock. He could feel the excess juices his cock was displacing running down onto his balls, the cooling moisture creating even more reason for him to try to climb inside her scorching heat as he strove to give her another orgasm. She rocked back and forth between them giving and receiving pleasure from both her partners. Then suddenly she realized there was one missing. Turning her head she spotted Matt standing near the counter, slowly jerking himself off and watching the tableau in front of him. The sight of his hand moving over the engorged shaft caused a spear of hunger to spike through her.

"Come here," she whispered, licking her lips at the sight of this unoccupied morsel. Matt's eyebrows rose in surprise at her request. The normal procedure was for him to replace whichever of the other two came first but this girl seemed to have other ideas. "Come here," Rachel repeated more forcefully. Looking a question at Sean who was too involved with busily pounding himself deep into her ass to pay any attention to him, Matt stepped forward towards her. She motioned with her head and managed to get him to stand over Richard on the floor as he lunged upwards, in and out of her slippery pussy. Every now and then a thrust from one or the other was so deep all she could do was freeze and allow the spasm of bliss to shoot through her as her eyes closed to feel it better. On Sean's next surge forward Rachel opened her mouth and quickly captured the head of Matt's cock. The surprised gasp on his part became a stumble forward as she refused to release it, sucking hard and dragging him closer to her on the return stroke, spearing herself on Richard's penis. The taste of Matt's salty cock swiftly encompassed her mouth as she moved forward again. The curve of his penis was perfect for what she was doing, following the natural contours of her tongue and throat. She moaned at a particularly deep thrust by Sean and felt her nose rub into Matt's pubic hair as his cock slipped past her lips. The feel of the vibrations against the head of his cock which was sliding against the back of her throat was intense. Matt shuddered and moved a little closer, trying to help her as much as possible.

The threesome became a foursome and Matt could only shake his head in wonder at the supposedly innocent young girl that was currently being fucked by all three of them simultaneously. Seeing Matt standing above him and watching Rachel engulf him into her mouth Richard felt a spasm of lust shoot through him, making his hard cock even harder. Knowing she needed the support he brought his hands up to her chest, cupping both breasts and settling the hard pebbles of her nipples between his thumbs and palms. He began to massage them in a circular motion as he compressed and pull on the sensitive flesh in a matching rhythm to their thrusts. She moaned deeply in response to the new stimulus as he watched Matt's cock disappear into her welcoming mouth. He hadn't realized that he would find it such a stimulating sight and continued to watch, fascinated by the sight of Rachel devouring his friends cock, even as he plunged his own engorged penis into her hot pussy. 

Her tongue swirled and tasted each centimeter of Matt's shaft as she was pushed forward onto him by Sean and sucked and teased the head as she fell onto Richard. As her body adjusted to the rhythm she swallowed more and more of him until she was deep throating him on almost every move forward. It was a sensation that Matt hadn't experienced before on such a regular basis, the feel of the muscles tightening around the head of his cock and the slight roughness of her teeth as she gulped him down. Rachel's saliva was sliding from her mouth and began coating his swaying balls as she sucked and tongued his cock. He reached down with both hands to cup her head as she moved between them all, the simple thought of what they were doing to her was almost painfully stimulating. It was obvious she was enjoying everything they were doing too, Matt could see that in the look of ecstasy on her face as he watched her swallow his cock over and over again. He could feel his balls tightening up as the sensations built and he got closer and closer to his orgasm. The tempo was speeding up as each participant lunged toward that peak of joy, the breathing growing louder and harsher in the dimly lit room. He looked at Sean and saw that his friend was also close to coming, his face red and sweating as he drove his hard cock into Rachel's tight ass. His hands tight on her hips keeping her ass cheeks spread apart and watching himself as he entered and exited her body. Hearing Richard's grunting below Matt knew that there wouldn't be a second round, she was about to take all they had in one massive shot.




Going to the Fair



On Rachel's part she was concentrating so hard on every move and sensation that she was overwhelmed by it all and the telltale tension of her impending orgasm completely escaped her. It was only when the full body shaking began, when both her asshole and pussy tightened down strongly on the cocks moving within her and Richard's pubic hair scraped across her clit that she felt her brain explode into shards of pleasure. She truly became helpless in the throws of her orgasm as the men pumped into her various orifices. Each thrust by Sean forcing not only himself but Matt's cock deeper into her and each retreat pulling her down onto Richard's thick penis. These actions continued intensifying the bliss she was wrapped in until she felt Richard's cock become even bigger inside her. He thrust once deeply into her then grasping her hips in his powerful hands ground himself ever upward, trying to bury every inch of himself inside her and stay there, shuddering below her as she felt his hot cum splash out into her pussy. His long drawn out groan sounded loudly in the small shop and triggered Matt's own ejaculation. 

Grasping her head tightly Matt shoved forward and let out a sharp gasp as she felt the spasms begin rippling down his shaft as he started pumping his jism down her throat in thick sticky waves. Her tongue danced in and out of the stream as she gulped and swallowed trying to keep up with the flow. Coincidentally this pushed her farther down onto Richard causing him to moan again as he continued to cum and provided Sean with more resistance as he plunged his steely cock into her ass. As he noticed the change in her movements Sean looked up to see Matt's head fall back with a grimace of total ecstasy on his face as he came. Grinning widely he lunged a few more times then he too was exploding inside Rachel, this time filling her ass with his semen while he growled his pleasure. He continued to pump in and out even as he came, each thrust faster and easier as his cum lubricated her further. As each man came into her Rachel felt her orgasm reach the next plateau, once... twice... then a third time and she simply rode the tidal wave of ecstasy, loving every gasp, grunt and growl of the men cumming inside her. She was truly in heaven and had no desire to come back down.

Eventually though even ecstasy must end and Matt slowly released her head, petting her hair gently. That had been the best blowjob he'd ever had, his mind was still reeling from it. As he moved back he felt her tongue licking every last drop of his cum off his cock and a gentle stroke across the uber sensitive tip made his cock jump and jerk its way out of her mouth. Licking her lips she looked up at him coyly and hummed in pleasure. Matt watched her eyes close in pleasure as Sean slowly pulled himself out of her asshole, keeping it slow and extending the sensation for them both as he slid out. Finally the head of his cock popped out and began to bob at half mast as he staggered back from Rachel to lean against the wall. She clenched her butt muscles around her empty ass and sat up gingerly. She could feel Richard softening inside her as well but she didn't have the energy to pull off him just yet so she continued to enjoy the feeling of him deep inside her, wriggling her hips slightly just to tease them both.

"Wow.... Just wow." She said as her body experienced a few last shivers of joy.

"Yeah, and here we thought you an innocent young thing," Richard teased as he bucked his hips a little. Rachel shivered at the small sparks of pleasure from his movements then slowly leaned to the side and allowed him to finally slip out of her pussy, his half erect cock gleaming wetly with their mixed juices. She curled onto her side, content to lay there and enjoy the aftershocks still running through her body. Richard removed the prop and collapsed bonelessly on the floor. Matt managed to stumble over to the short footstool and sat heavily on it as each of them tried to recover. 

Laughing breathily, Rachel replied, "I was, or at least I thought I was."

Sean snorted behind her, "Aye and I'm a monkey's uncle lass. That was by far the best time I've had in a long while." Nodding Matt agreed with him.

Suddenly the door rattled loudly and the exhausted four heard people talking loudly, trying to gain entry into the locked shop. This struck the naked people inside as extremely funny considering what those unsuspecting individuals would have walked in on and they had to muffle their laughter. A couple more shakes and the people outside ran off to find other shelter. Letting themselves go, Matt, Sean and Richard laughed and Rachel giggled for a while as the final tension in the room unwound. Rachel started to prop herself up only to feel Sean's hand on her arm, "Wait just a moment, lass. Let's get you cleaned up first." 

Standing up he went to the corner and picked up a couple towels. Opening the small window in the back he quickly soaked one of them in the rainwater pouring off the roof. Closing the window once more he quickly used one corner to clean himself off then walked over to where Rachel and Richard lay. Allowing Richard to use the corner adjacent to the one he had cleaned up with Sean gently swabbed Rachel's pleasantly abused lower body. He carefully wiped her down then dried her with the second towel and helped her to stand and lean against the counter. Reaching up onto one of the shelves Sean grabbed a mug and handed it to her to sip.

Taking a large gulp she barely managed to swallow it before coughing, it had some kind of mixed alcoholic drink in and she hadn't been prepared. Taking a smaller more cautious sip she swirled it around her mouth then handed the mug back to Sean who also took a quick drink. As he leaned to the side to set the mug down Rachel reached up and wound her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hers she gave him a long thorough kiss. Upon pulling back she said, "Thank you."

Sean's tanned skin showed a slight flush as he backed away and mumbled, "Thank ye m'lady."

Turning to her left she motioned Matt up and repeated the procedure with him when he came in range, "That was way beyond anything I've ever experienced before."

Richard, who had finally gotten up from the floor, took his turn next and she could feel a faint stirring deep within her satisfied and well abused body. "That was the intent m'lady. Now the question becomes, can it be repeated?" He smiled wickedly as he stepped away.

Laughing Rachel shook her head at his offer, "Not today it can't. I have to recover guys. It's not every day that a girl has not one but THREE horny men after her poor body." But even as the words were leaving her lips Rachel could feel her body warming with interest. She was right, it wouldn't be today but maybe, just maybe....

"Ah m'lady, don't disappoint us." Matt replied, "If you are too tired this day, perhaps a short rest period of... let's say a week... would be appropriate?"

The other two men shot her hopeful looks as they too felt the stirring in their loins. A repeat performance was definitely of interest to them. 

Smiling widely Rachel responded, "Let me think about it for a bit. I'll let you know by the end of the day if you meet me at the front gates on my way out. But for now I need to see about getting dressed and finding my friends." She could hear that the rainstorm was finally slowing down.

"Oi, ye are a cruel women Lady Rachel to be leading us on this way. But you are probably right." Sean lamented. Picking up another towel he quickly dried off her clothing which had dripped most of the water off onto the floor while they had been distracted and handed them back to her. 

Fighting against her naturally shy inclinations Rachel dressed as quickly as her abused body would let her, while stealing glances at the three men as they also dressed in dry clothing from the bundle. Their satisfied bodies were still highly attractive and arousing, even in her exhausted state. The more she considered it the more she wanted to return and see what other delights they could reveal to her. She smiled at her own thoughts. To think that this morning she was just hoping to meet a cute guy and flirt, now all she wanted was to come back and get her brains screwed out by these three again.

Richard, ever the gentleman, finished drying off her wings and helped her back into them once they were all dressed. Just as they finished they heard the last spate of rain die against the roof. Matt went to the door and unlocked it, pulling it open to see the sun beginning to break through the clouds. Rachel couldn't help wondering who or what had set this up but at the same time was extremely grateful to whoever had. That had been the best sex of her life. 

Stepping forward gingerly, her ass and pussy were a bit stretched and sore, to say nothing of her mouth, making it difficult to walk quickly. Turning she smiled back at her three lovers, "Remember, front gate at closing time." Then she walked out of the store and down the hill.

"I dunno about you gents but I'll damn sure be there," Sean remarked as he watched her walk away. 

"Oh, I'll be there with bells on if need be," Matt replied.

"That makes three then. Let's see if we can convince her to come back next week." Richard suggested. All three of them wanted another taste of that particularly naughty angel. *** Rachel continued her slow walk down the path, looking into the stores as the other patrons began streaming back out into the sunlight. It was a thinner crowd than before but there were still a lot of people around. It took her another 15 minutes to locate her friends who had taken shelter in a leather shop further down the mountain.

"Where have you been?!" Molly exclaimed when they finally found each other.

"I told you guys to wait but I guess you didn't hear me then I got caught in the storm. I had to wait it out." Rachel apologized. She thought about telling her friends but decided not to. The glow of her multiple orgasms still ran warmly through her veins, there were some things a girl liked to keep to herself.

"Well yell louder next time Rachel, we were worried about you." Jennifer lectured, "You never know what might happen at one of these things."

Rachel smiled mysteriously as she agreed, her mind flashing back to a locked room filled with ecstasy laced cries, "You're right, Jen, you never know what could happen. I'll try to keep up now but can we take it slow I think I twisted my ankle a little bit." 

The three young women continued to explore the fair, going a little more slowly as Rachel's satiated body tried to readjust to normal functioning again. The other two were disappointed that they couldn't locate the gallant men from this morning but Rachel kept assuring them that they'd probably find them before they left. Finally the day ended with a huge cannon blast that echoed through the fair. The girls meandered their way back through the fair picking up their purchases and clothing that they'd left at the various shops before returning to the front gate. Distracted by a fairy that was playing with several young children nearby Rachel didn't notice when the men arrived. Jennifer however, seeing them approached Matt and whispered in his ear urgently. Leaning back he broke into a huge grin and winked at Jennifer before turning and having a low conversation with Richard and Sean. Grabbing Molly by the arm, Jennifer quickly backed up as if to gain enough room to take pictures.

Rachel's attention was yanked back to her surroundings as she felt a warm arm wrap itself around her waist and a low masculine voice began rumbling down her neck, "I see we meet again m'lady."

Rachel twisted in the loose grip to look up into Matt's eyes, "Oh!"

"It would be most rude of us not to comment upon your attire my lady, it is most fetching," He said loudly, his eyes twinkling with merriment at the deliberate reference to his earlier comment, as he snuggled her willing form up against his body. Then he swooped down and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. Rachel could hear Molly and Jennifer cheering vaguely in the background and the snap of a camera going off. Luckily nothing in her bags was breakable because she quickly dropped them to hold on as Matt expertly kissed her. 

"But I do have to admit I prefer you out of it." He whispered in her ear as he pulled away. 

Reeling from the reignited passion thrumming through her veins Rachel just stood there as Sean quickly replaced Matt in her arms. Wrapping his muscular arms around her body he cupped her ass in his hands and pulled her strongly into his body, she could feel his cock stirring slightly against her crotch. " So ye dinna forget us Lady Rachel," then he too kissed her, forcing her lips open and tilting his head to the side as he kissed her deeply. 

By the time those pictures had been taken she was breathless and in need again. The feel of those strong arms made her body want him all over again. As he broke the kiss she could hear clapping around her and looked over his shoulder to see a crowd had gathered to see this impromptu show. Beginning to blush furiously she narrowed her eyes in promise of retribution at Jennifer who was laughing so hard she could barely stand. Molly had already given up and was perched on a nearby bench wiping the tears from her face. "I WILL get you for this, Jen." She promised lamely as Sean stepped away.

"Not until after I've had my go m'lady." Another masculine voice said from beside her. She felt another arm wrap around her waist but this time she was forced to arch back over it as the other hand came up to cup her face. Leaning her in the classic helpless damsel pose Richard's eyes gleamed wickedly at her as he too began to take liberties with his kiss. Only the strong arm wrapped around her kept Rachel from falling as his tongue swept through her mouth, teasing and tempting, reminding her of everything that had occurred during the storm. She could feel herself becoming turned on and knew that her nipples were beginning to peak beneath the cloth of her top. 

Suddenly her own sense of humor kicked in and Rachel decided to turn the tables. Reaching up she wound her arms around his neck, knocking his hat off into the dirt and began kissing him back enthusiastically. The cheering and clapping surrounding them rose in volume as others joined in and she heard several cameras going off. Finally he pulled back slightly. Looking deep into her eyes he whispered, "Do say you'll come back m'lady. We would love to see you again.... All of you." He slowly put her back on her feet and gallantly bowed to her.

Feeling more than a bit dazed she looked at him then the other two and with a seductive grin nodded her head slightly. She would be back, in fact she couldn't wait to return and find out what else this medieval fair and these three young rogues had in store for her. As the giggling Jennifer and Molly tugged on her arms and loudly expressed their shock and admiration at her response to the kisses she saw them exchange a look of anticipation. She knew she'd be having a very interesting summer; she planned on becoming a regular visitor to this Fair. 



Going To The Gym



My friend Laura kept going on and on about this gym she just joined, constantly telling me about all the stars that frequented it. Half the time I didn't believe her, the other half, I had no earthly idea who she was talking about. So finally I gave in and agreed to go with her. I mean I'm not in the worse shape, but I'm not in the best shape either. I have a bit of a belly, not too big, but noticeable. Hey, I think it makes me cuddly, or that's what my last boyfriend told me. 

My full, voluptuous breasts are my best friends, both capped with large, deliciously dark brown nipples, earning me the nickname of Hershey kiss by another boyfriend. All in all, I'm a beautiful black woman, full of hips, tits, and ass! 

Anyhoo, enough about me, Laura on the other hand is the complete opposite. She's tall and thin, long strawberry blonde hair, small to medium breasts, not to many curves, but she's beautiful nonetheless. So, finally the day of torture, I mean my first visit to the gym came. Normally I don't work out, I mean I do yoga and tai chi, but that's the extent of my workout. Laura was a workout fanatic. She met me at my house wearing her customary workout gear-a sports bra and biker shorts. I on the other hand, was wearing a Cartman t-shirt and tigger sweat shorts, what can I say, I'm a big kid. I even had my mid-back length braids pulled back in two ponytails.

"Do you ever dress like an adult, Kayla?" Laura joked.

"You are one to talk." I laughed, tugging on her ponytail.

"Touché. Ready to go?" she asked.

"As ready as I'm going to be."

Almost thirty minutes later, we pulled up in front of the gym. 

"Now Kayla, listen, you are going to see a lot of stars here. Don't lose it or they'll toss you out, okay?"

"Um, Laura, I don't care who's in here torturing themselves. I only came here because you asked me." I said, getting out of the car. 'Geez, who really cares about a bunch of muscleheads, steroid freaks anyway.' I thought to myself.

"Hey there Laura, who's your friend?" a deep voice asked. We both turned around and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. He was bald with a neatly trimmed beard. He looked like someone chiseled his body out of an ivory mountain. He looked like he was about 6 or 7 inches taller than me. Intimidating is an understatement, but I wasn't that impressed though.

"Oh hi Bill, this is my good friend Mykala, Kayla for short. The one I was telling you about." Laura said with a wink. I definitely didn't like the way this conversation was going.

"I'm afraid to ask what she told you about me." I said, a bit uneasy.

"Nothing bad whatsoever. May I call you Kayla?" he asked, offering his hand. His massive hand swallowed mine. His thick fingers rubbed my palm as the handshake broke sending shivers down my spine.

"Sure, everyone else calls me Kayla. So, Bill, what kind of star are you? Laura is always rambling on and on about the stars that work out here." I asked, bluntly. Laura blushed beet red.

"Kayla!" Laura gasped.

"What?"

"Didn't your mother ever teach you how to ask questions tactfully?"

"Apparently not. So Bill what kind of star are you?" I asked, ignoring Laura's glares. God I love embarrassing her.

"That's quite alright, Laura. Actually Kayla is a breath of fresh air, I like her boldness." Bill said, smiling at me. Boy was his smile devastating. I felt sweaty and didn't even start working out yet.

"You say that now Bill because you just met her. Wait until you really get to know her." Laura said, rolling her eyes.

"You didn't answer my question Bill."

"And he's not. C'mon let's work out Walter." Laura said, pushing me towards the line of treadmills.

"Walter?" Bill asked.

"Yeah, as in Walter Kronkite. My mom calls me that on the count of my inquisitive nature." I said.

"Inquisitive my ass. She's nosy as all get out." Laura laughed. Bill walked over to us and took my hand in his, bringing it to his lips, kissing it softly.

"I wouldn't mind getting to know you or you getting to know me, Kayla." Bill murmured, walking away. I watched his muscular ass move over to the weight bench. I watched as his muscles flexed as he added the weights on. I didn't realize I was staring, licking my lips until Laura tugged on my hair.

"Earth to Kayla. Earth to Kayla. Stop drooling." she laughed. "Run some of that energy off."

Shaking the cobwebs free, I jumped on the treadmill, determined to outrun this raging lust burning through me. I must have ran like I was running for my life. But that lust kept biting me in the ass. After thirty minutes of hard running, I slowly jogged until the treadmill stopped. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I looked over to where Bill was working out. I felt like a certain part of my anatomy began to use their "lips" to talk to me. But I couldn't really make out the words beyond all the wet, slick, smacking sounds. 'God can everybody hear that???' I thought.

"Kayla are you even listening to me?" Laura asked impatiently. I tried my damndest to try to remember what, if anything she said, drawing a complete blank.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said I was going to go in the sauna for a minute. Do you wanna go?"

"Um, I don't need any more heat. I'm going to do a few thousand laps until I get my hormones in check." I never said I was shy.

"I figured as much. Bill is such a hottie." Laura giggled.

"How much do you know about him?"

"Not much. He's a professional wrestler. Unattached."

"Wrestler?" I rarely watch wrestling. Hell the last time I did, it was the cage match Jim Supafly Snooka dove off the top of the cage and onto Don Morroco. Suffice to say, it has been one hell of a time since I've watched any wrestling.

"Yeah, very good wrestler, even has a belt."

"Okay, whatever that means."

"Go swim, silly girl." Laura laughed as she headed off to the sauna.

I changed from my sweaty clothes and into my black one piece bathing suit. It smoothed down my tummy and pushed my breasts up very nicely. Upon close examination, I saw that my thong was nearly soaked through. Tossing them into my bag, I wrapped my towel around my waist and hauled ass to the pool.

I swam the length of the pool several times. The cold water did nothing to help, actually it made things worse. I pulled up to the edge of the pool, wiping the water out of my eyes as I rested my chin on the edge.

"Have a good swim?" Oh fuck..

"Um, yeah." I managed to croak, wiping the remaining water from my eyes. I looked down at his feet. God, even his feet were gorgeous!

"Mind if I join you?" Bill asked, pulling off his sweat pants. If I went blind tomorrow, the image of his body fitting snugly into his swimming tanks would keep me happy in the darkness. He slipped into the water, mere inches away from me, dunking his body underneath the water. 'If he touches me, I am going to explode.' I thought to myself as I watched him resurface.

"So Laura tells me you're a wrestler." I said, splashing the water against his chest. Secretly wishing I was the water caressing that chest of his.

"Yeah, I am. Are you a fan?" he asked, splashing the water against my breasts, making my nipples tighten.

"Don't be mad when I say this, but I'm not."

"Good. I make it habit not to date my fans."

"Date?"

"Yeah. Are you game?" he asked, circling his hand around my waist, pulling me close. I snaked my arms around his neck. God touching him felt sooo good.

"Depends. What's at stake?"

"Hmm, my belt for starters." he whispered, holding me against his body. Even in the cold water, his skin was incredibly hot. If he didn't stop. I was going to fuck him right here in the pool. I think he knew what I was thinking by the way I was staring at him.

"I think we better get out of the pool before the water evaporates." Bill whispered in my ear. He climbed out of the pool, bending down he hooked his hand underneath my arms, and damned if he didn't haul me out of the pool! I changed out of my wet bathsuit and hurried out of the locker room. Bill was standing outside of the locker room, with his hands folded over his chest. He smiled when he saw me step out.

"Listen I got a match in about two hours. Shouldn't take more than forty five minutes to an hour. We can go out afterwards, if that's okay with you." he said, taking me in his arms.

"Sure. That would be great."

"Wanna come and watch?" he asked. But I heard him say, 'Wanna cum and I watch' Suffice to say where my mind was.

"Definitely. Where is the match at?"

"At the Arena. I can put you on the VIP list and you can come backstage, too." he said, rocking his hips against me. Trust me when I tell you that everything on this man is rock hard. I gave him my name and watched as he made a call on his cell phone.

"Good. everything is taken care of. I'll see you in my dressing room in a couple of hours." he said, kissing the tip of my nose. God he was sweet too. I watched that muscled ass through the plate glass windows, licking my lips.

"Um, Kayla, are you still on planet Bill?"

"Hell yeah and I'm not leaving no time soon."

Laura and I rode home chatting like two horny schoolgirls. I filled her in on all the steamy details. She in turn, wished me luck and told me to ride the rodeo for all I was worth. 

I got home in record time, showered and rinsed the chlorine from my braids, shaved my legs and conditioned my pubic hairs. No reason why they shouldn't be. I take pride in my soft midnight curls. Not too thick, no too thin, a very neatly trimmed bush. I slipped on my black lacy bustier with matching thong. Next was my black tube top with the word "Bitch" written across in rhinestones. 

I slipped on my black, snakeskin printed hip huggers that flared out at the ankles, and my knee-high platform go-go boots. I parted my braids down the middle and held them back on the sides with rhinestone clips. Impulsively, I put on my thin velvet choker with rhinestones. With silver hoops dangling from my ears and silver cuff on my arm and a spray of Egyptian sandlewood, I was ready to go. I hopped in my car and applied my reddish brown lipstick on. Before I knew it, I pulled up to the side entrance of the Arena. I walked over to the bouncer, who looked like he could be a wrestler himself.

"Can I help you sexy?" he asked, ogling me.

"Yeah, I'm on the list."

"Yeah, you and every other groupie. Move it sweetie, go peddle it elsewhere."

"Can you read?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"You see what it says on my tits that you seem to have your eyes glued on? Check your list before I turn into a major one. Sweetie." I said, in my best bitch voice. Grumbling a few "bitches and cunts" before asking my name, he scanned the list. Blinking hard, when he saw who put me on the list.

"Listen, miss, I'm sorry about what I said. I'm just doing my job." he mumbled. 

"No problem. Sweetie." I said acidly. With a toss of my hair, I strolled inside. My panther-like stride caught the eye of several wrestlers, many of which I haven't a clue who they were. After a parade of hoots, hollers, whistles and cat calls, I stood in front of Bill's door.

"Hmm...Bill Goldberg. Interesting..." I said to myself as I knocked on the door.

"Enter" I opened the door and saw Bill. Standing there in his wrestling tights, his sweaty body glistening, making parts of me glisten.

"Damn, you look...damn..." Bill trailed off.

"I take it you like what you see."

"Hell, if he don't, I damn sure do." another male voice said.

"Oh Kayla, meet Kevin Nash. Kevin meet Kayla."

"How you doin Kayla?"

"Good and you?"

"Not nearly as good as Goldberg is." Kevin joked.

"You have to forgive the ignorance, but are you a wrestler too?"

"Am I a wrestler? Honey where have you've been for the last few years?" he laughed.

"My Kayla doesn't watch wrestling, but that's about to change, right Kayla?" Bill asked, winking his eye as he slipped on his knee and elbow pads. I didn't hear a single word beyond 'My Kayla.' Boy did I get wetter hearing that.

"No that is a rarity if I ever saw one. Well it's a pleasure meeting you Kayla, hope to see you again." Kevin said, hugging me. He left, leaving me and Bill alone.

"Your Kayla?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Does that bother you?" he asked, taking me in his arms again.

"Not really. Kinda liked it." I wanted to kiss those lips desperately. Sensing what I was feeling, he bent down and kissed my lips. It felt like someone dipped me in gasoline and set me aflame. Ironically enough, it was Bill who broke the kiss.

"Lord knows I want to lock that door and take you right now, but I have a match in less than fifteen minutes and I don't want to be rushed." he said, kissing me again. To emphasize his point, he pressed his ragging hardon against me.

"How long is it?" I whispered.

"Last time I measured it, it was about nine inches soft." It took me a minute to process what he said. Nine inches! Soft???

"Um, honey, I meant the match."

"Oh", he grinned sheepishly, "About twenty minutes."

"Where is your car?"

"I have a limo waiting outside. Why?"

"As soon as your match is over, bring your ass. Don't even change, just haul ass. Understand?" I said, planting a toe curling-hair straightening-soul scorching kiss on him.

"Yes Ma'am."

He called his driver and let him know. A few minutes later, they were calling him to his match. With another kiss, he was off and I was out of that room like a bat out of hell. 

I swear that was the longest twenty minutes of my life. Thankfully, there was a television in the limo, so I watched my first wrestling match in years. I much say it was rather interesting. Not to mention very very arousing. Watching Bill was better than watching a porno and I watch those on a daily basis. I got all hot and bothered watching and waiting for him. I almost masturbated right then and there. I watched the monitor, laughing as I watched Bill sprint from the Arena. I scooted over in the seat and waited for him. Five minutes later, the door snatched open and Bill dove in. 

"Hey Brian, drive this fucker!" he ordered, knocking on the partition. The car was filled with his musky combination of his sweat and his pheremones. I was overwhelmed and decided I wasn't going to wait until we got back to his hotel.

"Bill would you think any less of me if I told you to take those tights off?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.

"Hell, I would think less of you if you didn't." he growled, peeling them off. God he wasn't lying when he said, nine inches soft. But he didn't say four inches wide either....

"Please tell me you're wearing a thong underneath those hot pants of yours?"

"How did you know I wore thongs?"

"I saw them earlier." he said, tugging on the waistband of my pants. And here I thought it was just me scoping out people's asses. I shimmied out of my pants, showing him my thong clad ass.

"Hot damn!" he hissed, stroking his cock. Licking my lips, I crawled over to his lap, the leather seat feeling oh so nice against my crotch.

"Please, allow me." I whispered, taking his cock in my hand. Working up a good amout of saliva, I spat on the mushroom head of his cock, making him groan.

"Gawd...do that again..." he moaned. I happily obliged, spitting another glob on his cock before inching it into my mouth. I heard him moan my name as I blew his brains out. Sucking and swirling my tongue around his cock as it slipped further down the depths of my throat. His hands had a firm grip on my hair, guiding my mouth up and down his cock. I could feel his cock swell in my mouth, massaging his balls with my hand, I could feel the heavy orbs tighten. Oh God he was going to shoot in my throat. Normally, I don't swallow, very rarely to be more specific, but damned if I don't want him to fill my mouth with his cum. So I increased my efforts, bobbing my head up and down faster, throating his cock deeply, making him moan and growl.

"Oh fuck, Kayla, I'm about to blow!" he hissed, gripping my hair tight. I didn't even answer him, I just sucked harder. He clenched his teeth and bucked his hips, driving his cock down my throat, shooting his load down my throat. Creamy string after creamy string slid down my throat and I couldn't be more happier. He slowed his hips until he stopped moving all together. I reluctantly let his cock slip from my mouth. He sat back, panting, looking at me with lust filled eyes, struggling to speak.

"That was the first time, I lie to you not, that I ever had a woman do that." he finally managed to say.

"Do what?" I asked, licking my lips, tasting him on my mouth.

"Swallow. Most women don't."

"I normally don't, but I really wanted to swallow yours." He pulled me on his lap, kissing me deeply. We were interupted by a knock on the partion.

"We're here, boss." the driver announced. 

"Shit. Where are my pants?" I said, feeling around under the seat. Bill looked at me and smiled.

"I dare you to get out of the car and stroll in the hotel wearing just your tube top, thong and boots." he taunted. 

"Are you serious?"

"Hell yeah. Earn that "Bitch" title on your shirt." he laughed.

That's all I needed to hear. Fixing my hair, adding more lipstick, I opened the door. He couldn't believe that I was getting out of the car.

"Wait. I got something for you to wear." he said, grabbing my arm. He reached underneath the seat and pulled out a leather case. Inside was his championship belt. Smiling, I wrapped the belt around my waist, laughing as it drooped to the side since it was too big for me. I stepped out of the car, blowing a kiss back at him as he struggled back into his tights. He watched in awe as I sauntered inside the hotel. My smooth, full ass cheeks bouncing, the rhinestone 'Bitch' jiggling with my breasts as I strolled shamelessly. Several guests waiting in the lobby eyes popped out of their skulls as I entered. A few of the teenage boys walked up to me, pointing at the belt.

"'Scuse me, miss, but isn't that Goldberg's belt?"

"Why boys, it sure is. Wanna give it a rub?" I asked in my best sexy purr. They nervously ribbed each other before one of them got the nerve to touch the belt.

"Careful boys that it's only the belt you rub." Bill's voice joked.

"Oh God! It's Goldberg!" they chanted. He graciously signed autographs and took pictures with his fans. He even picked me up and put me on those massive shoulders and took pictures. Finally he wave away his adoring public and carried me on his shoulders to the elevators, before sliding my body against him. Arm in arm, we stepped in the elevator. Waiting until the door closed, her wrapped me up in his massive arms.

"You looks so hot wearing my belt with that outfit. Did I mention that those boots are sexy as hell?" he said between kisses.

"Oh yeah, show me how hot you think that I am."

He needed no further encouragement. He pushed the stop button, trapping us between floor. Snatching my thong off, he picked me up and in one fluid motion, he slide his cock deep inside my soaking wet pussy, wrapping my legs around his waist. With his cock imbedded deep inside of me, he pushed the button again, jerking the elevator in motion. I couldn't believe that at any given moment, the doors could open and people would see us fucking like rabbits. But then again, I didn't even care. He was hitting places inside of me that I only read about it in books. I was screaming and moaning in the elevator as orgasm after orgasm hit me. The motion of the elevator, the edge of the belt rubbing against my clit, his huge cock stretching and filling me beyond my wildest dreams. When the elevator stopped on our floor, he didn't even stop. He carried me with his cock inside of me and walked to his room, stopping occassionally to press my back against the wall and pound into me. Fumbling with the door, he finally got it open, stepping inside, he kicked the door close. Rather he pushed it closed with my back against it, fucking me relentlessly against the door. With a familar groan, he shot cum so deep inside of me that I was quite sure that it found its way deep in my womb. In the back of my mind, I prayed that I wasn't ovulating, but who really thinks of these things when you're getting the best fuck of you entire life. He slipped his semi-erect cock out of me, letting the mixture of our cum slid down my thigh. Bill walked over to the bed and laid down, his back propped up against the headboard.




Going To The Gym



"Okay, Ms. Bitch, show me what you got." he laughed. I wondered if he knew how much it turned me on to hear him call me bitch. He was about to find out. Slowly I stripped my remaining clothes. I pulled the tube top down and around my waist, so the word 'Bitch' was covering my dripping snatch. I shimmied my breasts, making them bounce beneath my bustier. I watched him through slitted eyes, slowly stroking his cock, keeping it hard for lil ole me. Didn't I say he was sweet. I turned around, my back to him as I unhooked my bustier,letting it fall to the ground. Cupping my breasts with my arms, I sashayed over to him, his belt tilting rakishly on my hip. He licked his lips in anticipation. Like a cat in heat, I crawled on the bed, slowly licking my way up his body. I couldn't keep my mouth off his cock. I felt him slip his belt off and yank my top from my waist leaving my naked ass jutting in the air. I yelped against his cock when his hand came down on my ass check. I don't know what excited me more..sucking his cock afer he fucked me and I came all over it or him spanking me while i sucked his cock! Either way, I was cumming hard again, screaming against his cock. I could feel his hands smacking my trembling ass as I shook from my climax. He waited until he knew I was finished cumming before he gently pushed my mouth off his cock.

"Kayla would you think any less of me if I said I wanted to fuck you in that sweet ass of yours?" he asked, kissing me.

"I would think less of you if you didn't." I laughed. He pushed me forward on the bed, putting a pillow underneath my stomach, propping my ass up. I shuddered as his slipped his thick fingers inside my pussy, getting them good and wet, before rubbing them against my puckered asshole. I squealed in delight as I felt his tongue flick against my anus, making my pussy flood. With precise stabbing motions, his tongue loosened my tight hole. Grabbing my hips, he positioned the head of his cock against my backdoor, slowly inching it inside of me. It was a tease, I wanted the pain. I wanted him to ram his cock in my tight ass until I cried tears of pleasurable pain. Looking over my shoulder, I growled,

"Look, I'm not one of those china doll women you're used to dating. You got the tool to do it. Ram that fucker hard in my ass!" That must have caught him off guard, for a second.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to hurt you." he said, teasing my ass. I knew he was joking and he wanted me to say it again. I was again, too happy to oblige.

"Okay champ, show me why your fucking Jackhammer is so damn popular! Spear me with that cock of yours!" 

Well honey, mamma always said be careful what you ask for, 'cause you just might get it. And boy did I ever... He rammed his cock so hard in my ass that for a few minutes, I saw stars! He thrusts so deep in my ass that my head and the backboard became the best of friends. I bounced back and forth on the bed, tears streaming down my face. My moans turns to unintellible grunts as he fucked me hard.

"OH GODDDD!!! HERE IT COMESSSSSSS" he howled, shooting a final load of cum into my bowels. I crumpled on the bed in exhaustion. My face was soaked from tears and sweat. His cock slid out of my ass with a slick pop sound. He cradled me in his arms, kissing me deeply.

"I didn't really hurt you, did I?" he asked, wiping away my tears.

"Only if you kept that Jackhammer from me." I laughed, snuggling against him. 

"Not in a million years." he said, kissing my nose.

"Um, champ..?" I trailed off.

"Yeah Kay?"

"You up for a rematch? I want another title shot..."

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Going to the Movies



It is rather late on a friday night, we are both at the local multiplex, you are looking soo good wearing white shorts and striped tank top type top I see you just kinda milling around in the lobby looking at the clock repeatedly. Since there is only one show left and not many people going to it, I figure what the hell, I walk over and introduce myself, turns out we have both been stood up, so we decide to watch the movie together. 

There aren't many people in the theater so we go right to the back row and sit down, you tell me that you are kinda tired and didn't much care for watching this movie anyhow, I look over and you have kinda hunkered down in your seat and closed your eyes, your tits looking so appealing, but I wait. After about five minutes I can't take anymore and I just have to reach over and touch your breasts, they are so nice, I HAVE to touch them again, so I do, now I start to massage them, your nipples start to get hard, so I have to pinch them and tweak them, I manage to slowly slide one of the straps off your shoulder and bare your breast, I have to taste your nipple now. I begin to nibble and suck on it, as I look up at you I would swear you are looking at me but close your eyes as soon as you see that I am looking at you, which makes me bite and suck a little harder. 

I then reach down and unbutton those white shorts and slide my hand down to rub your pussy, you are wet and getting wetter. Finally you say, "why don't you take those shorts right outta your way?" 

I am a little surprised, but quickly get to removing your shorts. I then pull your thong to the side and begin to lick your labia, slowly just on the outside, as you begin to slowly undulate your hips against my face, I slowly work my tongue into your pussy and begin to fuck you with my tongue as I continue to twist and tweak your nipples with both my hands.

I then ever so slowly begin moving my right hand down your body, across your sexy stomach and run my fingers across your pussy, I then move my tongue up to your clit and begin to finger you, slowly as I begin to lick and nibble and suck on your clit, first one finger then two, first slowly and then steadily faster and faster until I am fingerfucking you very hard while still sucking your clit, I don't stop until you cum, flooding my face with your pussy juice. 

You then beckon me towards you with your finger, you kiss me passionately and taste yourself, you reach down and grab my now oh so hard cock with your hand and say "I think it is my turn" you unzip me releasing my fully erect cock and draw it up to your mouth, making me straddle your face as you sit in the movie theater seat, you suck and lick my cockhead, rub it on the side of your face as you kiss my balls oh so tenderly, you then begin to take my cock in your mouth, first slowly then more and more of it and faster and faster, until my dick is going into your throat, you stop just long enough to tell me "fuck my face" , who am I to argue? So I do as I am told and start fucking your mouth as if it was your pussy, and you expertly keep up, you reach up and start playing with my balls and that's all it takes at that point, I come a geyser right down your throat. I withdraw and kiss you passionately, tasting myself.

You then reach out and take hold of my dick and lead it back to your mouth, you have me fully erect in no time. Then you say "I've got a better place for that"

You turn around in the theatre chair and point your ass towards me and say, "come and get it" I slide up behind you and slowly slip my dick into your pussy, oh you feel so warm and tight, I am holding onto your left tit with my left hand, squeezing and playing with your nipple while my right hand is busy playing with your clit, massaging and tweaking it. I just keep fucking your pussy for all I am worth, hard and fast as you moan, "fuck me harder" so I try my damndest, I have to let go of your left tit and hold onto your hip for leverage as I try to drive harder and deeper , after several minutes you begin to tense and jerk as you begin the first convulsions of your orgasm, your pussy spasming around my cock, that is too much for me and I come deep, deep in your pussy, for what seems like hours. 

After we both recover, we look around the theater to find we are surrounded by several patrons watching us, not the movie, and a voice from the crowd asks "is this an exclusive thing?? or can anyone ride?"

Let me know the answer and maybe another story is born!!



Going To The Movies



Imagine this...

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You're standing in line waiting to buy tickets for the movies. Your arm is draped around your petite girlfriend as she continues her mindless chatter. Chatter of which you tuned out since you picked her up. With a toss of her strawberry blonde hair, you're snapped back into reality as she asks you another inane question. Mumbling a reply, she continues with her annoying conversation. It is at that precise moment you see her. Starting from the bottom, you stare at her shapely calves hidden beneath brick red platform knee-high go-go boots. Your eyes travel up her long legs to her childbearing hips, up to the best pair of tits you have ever seen, full and voluptuous, her nipples seemingly gets hard as soon as your eyes connect. You can get a peek of her cleavage through her tight fitting V-neck bodice of her midnight black dress that stopped an inch or two above her knees. 

Up, up, up your eyes travel, locking with her almond shaped, coal black eyes. You can see the hint of a smile twinkling in her eyes as you drop your eyes to her full lips, shimmering beneath her lip gloss. You look at her lips as she seductively licks them with her pink tongue. You smile to yourself as you think those are the best DSL (Dick Sucking Lips) you have ever seen. Her hand slips innocently down her breasts as if to brush off some unseen lint, instead her slender fingers tweak her nipples for you. You quickly look around to see if anyone, more importantly your girlfriend, is watching this woman shamelessly flirt with you. You begin shifting from side to side trying to adjust your growing erection. You faintly hear your girlfriend tell the cashier what movie you want to see.

"Honey pay the lady." Your girlfriend whines. Quickly you pay for the tickets so that the mystery woman doesn't get too far ahead. Your girlfriend insists on buying snacks much to your chagrin and the mystery woman disappears in the crowd, making you swear under your breath. 

'Well at least I can feel up my girlfriend in the movies.' You think to yourself, wishing that your girlfriend wasn't such a prude. You walk down the aisle, seeing a dark row in the back perfect to make out with your ice princess. You wait until the previews come on before you make your move. Taking her hand, you slide it over the bulge in your lap.

"Not here honey, good girls don't do that." she whispers, recoiling her hand as if your cock was indeed a trouser snake.

'Shit' You think to yourself, sitting back, dejected.

"Excuse me, can I get over to that seat, please." a voice whispers. You look up in disbelief. 

'No way, it can't be' Standing there, holding a soda, with the straw stuck between her lips like a little cock, is the mystery woman. Standing up, you let her squeeze by. Thankfully, it's a scary part of the movie and your girlfriend's pretty little face is buried under your coat. The mystery woman brushes past you, letting you get a good feel of her firm ass. Her hand gives your cock a healthy squeeze, making you gasp. She sits there, opposite of your girlfriend, making obscene, yet very arousing gestures with that damn straw, making you squirm in your seat. 

"Sorry to be such a pain, but can I get by again?" 

Your girlfriend stands this time to let her pass and you watch that ass sashay up the aisle and to the double doors. She pauses momentarily, turning around and sees you watching. She blows you a kiss with those DSL, making parts of your anatomy strain beneath your khakis. You wait for another ten minutes to pass before you lean over and tell your girlfriend that you're going to the restroom. She nods her head, her vacant eyes never leaving the screen. You hurry out of the theater and head for the lobby. Your eyes scan the lobby, making your frown a bit. The mystery woman was no where to be seen.

"Fareinheit, right?" a voice calls out. You turn around and there she is, leaning against the wall, her arms akimbo, her ankles crossed. You walk over towards her, taking her into your arms. Snaking her arms around his neck, she plants a toe-curling-hair straightening-soul scorching kiss. Her mouth tasted like cherry slurpee, sweet and sticky is her tongue as it dances in your mouth. Kissing her is like no other experience you ever had. Her mouth seems like its making love to your mouth. 

Taking your hand, she leads you to this small alcove, the door has a sign on that says "Restricted Access", but that doesn't stop her. Opening the door, you see the room is dimly lit and sparsly furnished. More specifically, the room contains a stool, a broom, and a mop and bucket. Once the door closes, you tear into each other. Kissing feverishly, her hands expertly frees your cock, sliding up and down your heated flesh. Her mouth draws your tongue inside as she sucks on your tongue in time with her strokes on your cock. You can't believe that a woman could be this hot and she's only kissing me. You wonder briefly why your girlfriend can't be a fraction of a splinter like this. Dropping to her knees, she takes your cock in her mouth, swallowing your length with the greatest of ease. 

"Oh shit!" You hiss as your cock slides effortlessly back and forth in her throat. You think about how your girlfriend never deep throats your cock, how she's always complaining about how its too big, too thick. But not this girl, she attacks your cock like a starving madwoman. Sucking hard, her teeth grazing up and down the shaft. You can feel the cum brewing in your tight balls and you know that if she keeps this up that your gonna blow. She seems to know this too and presses hard on the base of your cock, preventing you from climaxing. Slowly she drags her hot mouth up your cock, making her lips a tight "O". Teasingly, she flicks her tongue over your swollen head, making you groan. Lightly, her nails scratch your tight balls as she does the unbelievable-she spits a wad of saliva on your cock! 

You watch as a thin string of spit hangs from the tip of her tongue, connecting with your cock. She sits back, watching the goo dribble down your cock, dripping down to your boiling balls. Licking her lips, she takes your cock back in her mouth, swallowing it down her throat until her nose is buried in your pubes. Grabbing your ass with both her hands, she moves your hips back and forth, making you fuck her mouth. You can't hold on any longer and you spray her tonsils and throat with your hot cum. You can't believe it-she's swallowing your cum! She's still sucking your cock as it shoots sperm into her belly. Your girlfriend NEVER swallows! Your knees turn into jelly as she slurps the last bit of cum from your quivering cock. Making another tight "O", sucking your cock clean as she drags her mouth off your cock. Sitting back on her heels, she licks her lips, a looks of satisfaction covers her face. You look down at her as you jerk your cock, making it hard again. 

"I have got to fuck you now" You moan as your hand slides up and down your slippery cock. She helps you by sauntering over to the stool, sitting down, spreading her thighs and pulls up her dress. You look at her eyes wide, she's not wearing any panties! In the dim lighting of the room, you can see her obvious arousal dripping down the crack of her ass. The thought of a woman going somewhere in public not wearing underwear was so unbelievably hot! Your cock immediately jumps to attention. Standing her up, you push her over to the wall, until her back is against it. Grabbing her hips, you pick her up, thrusting your cock deep inside her soaking wet cunt. 

"Fuck! You are soo fucking hot! Goddamn!" You grunt as you piston in and out of her tight pussy. She begins contracting her muscles around your cock, squeezing the head hard as it makes it re-entry. Moaning loudly, you can't believe that her pussy is sucking your cock as good as her mouth was. 

"Harder! Harder! Fuck meee harder!!!" she screams wrapping her legs tight around your waist, bucking up and down. You slam into her pussy, fucking her hard like she demanded. Your girlfriend never fucks this wild, never lets you slam your meat inside of her like this, always complaining and bitching about how your cock hurts her. Not this hellcat, she's riding your cock like a jockey in the Kentucky Derby.

"M-My ass! Fuck me in my ass!" she yells. You stop everything that your doing in pure shock. You've been with your girlfriend for over three years and she wouldn't even let you put your finger in her ass. Here you got a woman begging for your to fuck her in the ass. You let your cock slide out of her dripping snatch, setting her back down on her feet. She drops to her knees again, sucking your pussy juice covered cock. 

'God this woman is fucking insatiable!' You think to yourself as she spits on your cock again, getting it good and lubed up. Shoving three fingers inside her pussy, getting them good and wet, she turns around, facing the wall. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, she rubs her soaked fingers over her puckered asshole, pushing them in and out, stretching her hole. Lining the head of your cock against her anus, she buck back, impaling herself on your cock. You brace yourself against the wall as you slowly saw in and out of her tight ass. But she's having none of it and bucks back harder, driving you deeper into her bowels.

Sliding your hand between her pulsating lips, finding her hard clit, you start squeezing her button. This turns her into a wildwoman as she proceeds to grind her ass on your cock, sliding her own fingers inside her pussy. You watch in shock as one, then two, then three, then four, fingers disappear in her pussy. Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull as you see her hand curl up into a tight fist inside her pussy. You can feel her knuckles rubbing against your cock beneath the thin layer of membrane separating her rectum and vagina. This is more that you can take and you begin bellowing as you empty another load deep inside her bowels. Her screams mingle with yours as she fists her pussy into a mind shattering orgasm. You limply lean over, supporting yourself on her shoulders, trying to catch your breath. Bringing her cum soaked hand up to your mouth, you suck the taste of her sweet honey from her fingers. Turning her head slightly, she kisses you deeply, slipping her fingers in between your lips. Breaking the kiss, you look at her and smile.

"You are soo nasty." You pant. You suck the air between your teeth as your cock slide out from her ass. 

"Watch this." she giggles, flexing her muscles, expelling a thin stream of cum trickle out of her ass. You watch and cannot believe how incredibly sexy that is. Then like a steam train, it hits you. You fucked a total stranger while your girlfriend is watching a movie! You fumble in your clothes, feeling a combination of guilt and extreme sexual satisfaction. You laugh as you watch her calmly fix her clothes and hair. Kissing you once more, she strolls out of the room. Moment later, you make your way to the bathroom and begin to try and wash the scent of sex off of. You smell your clothes and can still smell her pussy, her cum, basically, you smell her. You can't help but feel the stirrings of another erection. Trying to figure what you're gonna tell your girlfriend, you walk out of the bathroom.

"Hey" a voice calls out to you. You turn around and see her standing there, smiling. Walking over to you, she reaches in her coat pocket and pulls out a small red bottle. Liberally she sprays you and you deeply inhale the scent of Fahrenheit masking her scent. She turns and walk away before you can ask her what her name is. You slip back into the theater just as the movie ends. Your girlfriend looks at you with the deer caught in the headlights look.

"Where were you, honey? I was so scared and all I had was your coat." she whines, her thin lip pouting.

'God she's annoying' you think to yourself.

"Um, I saw a couple of my friends out in the lobby and you know how we get." You lied. She smiles at you, kissing your cheek.

"That's okay sweetie. But you missed a really good movie." she says, handing you your coat. Hand and hand, you walk out of the theater. She begins her mindless chatter as you think about what just happened.

"Honey, there's a movie playing next week that I want to see. Can we come again?" she asks. Just then the mystery woman pulls up at the light. Catching your eye, she blows another kiss to you, mouthing the words "Cum again". As she speeds off you can see her license plate which read, 'BadGrl'

You chuckle to yourself as your girlfriend's voice snaps you back to reality.

"So can we go to the movies next week?"

"Sure honey, we can come to the movies whenever you like." 

Bending down to kiss her pretty mouth, you think to yourself...'Thankfully, she's not the sharpest pencil in the box'

~Fins~

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Going to the Movies



I have always enjoyed going to the movies. There's something very erotic in being in a dark space with a hundred strangers, so close and yet they can't see you (or at least they're pretending they can't, which is nearly the same thing.) One night at the movies I will particularly remember for a long time, and it happened like this...

At 7pm sharp Michael pulled up in front of my door in his brand new range-rover. I smiled as I opened the passenger door and lifted the hem of my dress to get in. He was looking as gorgeous as ever in pants with a shirt and knitted pullover in case it got cold later. One of the benefits of dating older guys is that they know how to dress well, I thought to myself. I'd made an effort too, in heels and a cute little printed summer dress that was the result of a recent bout of retail therapy. Its light flowing material hinted at my figure underneath but didn't give too much away... as I was told once, best let the male imagination fill in the blanks. Mike was in his early thirties whereas I had just turned 24, but somehow there was such a spark between us that we hardly ever noticed the gap. His charm and incredible talents in bed were more than I could possibly ask for. It was the memories of these 'talents' that curved my lips into a cheeky smile as I leaned over for a kiss. 

"Hey baby, how are you?" he asked me after our lips had separated again. I told him about my day at work and how much I was looking forward to seeing this film, as Mike drove down the freeway towards the most picturesque park of our city. It was one of the last screenings of the season in the 'sunset' cinema, as we were already in the beginning of autumn. 

After parking the car we walked to where the screen was set up a large expanse of lawn under some beautiful old trees, forming a naturally enclosed space. Mike was carrying the picnic blanket and I had brought some mini chocolate soufflés and a bottle of white wine for the occasion. We sat down and made ourselves comfortable, and had a first glass of wine while waiting for the film to begin. Finally the sun set and in the expanding dark the projector finally sprang to life. I leaned over on Mike's shoulder and settled down to watch, but somehow I couldn't concentrate on the serious drama unfolding before us. My attention kept getting drawn by the scent of his aftershave, the steady rise and fall of his chest, and my imagination's action replays of the delicious sex from the night before at his place. My hand crept down to his crotch and started lightly stroking his cock, ever so slowly. I traced the lines of the seams, let my fingertips circle around his balls and back up again, over and over. Once he glanced over at me and I gave him my most seductive smirk, knowing exactly how much he was getting turned on. 

The sun had finally set and the temperature had dropped, so I reached for the extra blanket to cover us up. This of course was only an excuse I needed to unzip his pants and lay my hand on his now very stiff cock. My fingertips ran very lightly over his head, enjoying the absolute smoothness. Finally I decided it was time to stop playing and wrapped my hand fully around his shaft and began jerking him off very, very slowly. I looked up at his face and his eyes were riveted to the screen but I could tell he wasn't taking in the storyline anymore. I grinned wickedly as I thought to myself, now for my final tease. I increased the pace of my hand for a little while and then completely withdrew, doing up his pants again and laying the offending hand innocently in my lap. I felt his posture stiffen and wondered if maybe I'd gone too far with my playing. 

Suddenly, he got up abruptly, taking my wrist in an iron grip and started walking off towards the trees. I was dragged behind him, stumbling in my high heels as they dug into the soft grass. 

"Where are you going honey?" I asked a little perplexed. 

"Somewhere where I can fuck you!" he growled back at me. My heart started pounding... I had pushed him too far. Now I was in for a payback, and when Mike payed you back, you would remember it for some time to come. By now we were quite far away from the screen, surrounded by tall dark trees pointing to the night's sky. He pushed me up against one of the trunks and started kissing and biting my neck, while his hand hitched up the skirt of my dress. He was only momentarily surprised when his hand brushed against my bare pussy, missing the underwear I had accidentally on purpose 'forgotten' to wear. Then his two fingers pushed inside me and started rubbing my g-spot. I couldn't help but groan loudly at the sudden erotic rush that made me sag against the tree behind me for support. I felt a rush of my juices cover his hand, and he withdrew and lifted his fingers to my face. 

"Suck them," he ordered. I responded instinctively. When he was like this his voice became like that of a master, and I was his slave, existing only to obey. My lips closed around his fingers and I obediently sucked my pussy juices off, letting him pump his finger in and out of my mouth. He pulled them away and replaced them with his own tongue, eagerly invading my mouth, sucking my lips for a last taste of my salty cum.

I moaned again in his mouth as his fingers returned to my hot hole. His fingers fucked me until I was so close to coming, my knees weak and my carefully straightened hair in a tangle of sweat and tree bark. He saw how close I was (he always could tell) and took his hand away, and turned me around. I heard him unzip his pants and then his hands gripped my hips, pulling me so I was bent over with my ass exposed for his pleasure. His cock plunged into my sopping pussy and I bit back a scream. His hands still gripping my hips he started a fast rhythm, pumping in and out of my pussy, slamming his full length into me over and over again. I started whimpering, and gripping the tree for support. 

"You know what happens when you tease your daddy," he growled at me. "Now I'm going to have to punish my little baby." I moaned louder. Oh yes, I knew this game. "Please daddy, I want you so much..." I whimpered. 

"What do you want? Tell me exactly," he said, still ramming his cock into my hole. 

"I want... oh god... please daddy... please make me come," I gasped. 

"How much do you want me to make you come?"

"...So much... baby, please... god please, make me come!" I could tell he loved to hear me beg. His strokes became less demanding and he slowed the pace a little.

"And how does my little baby want to come? Does she want her daddy to pump her cunt full of his cum? Or..." I felt a new pressure, this time on my asshole. "...does my baby want it up the ass tonight?" His fingertip was invading my tight ring, pushing deeper into me. He was going to push me over the edge! He had been my first experience of anal sex and I knew how much he enjoyed watching my ass spread around his cock.... almost as much as I enjoyed him slowly pushing his length into my tight hole. "Yes... oh yes, please Mike, fuck my ass, fuck your little baby's ass..."

He pulled out of my pussy and started pushing his head into my ass. I held my breath as inch by inch he penetrated deeper into me, allowing his shaft to spread my muscles to let him in. Finally his cock was fully buried in my ass, and he began to slowly pump in and out. I couldn't take it anymore. With a cry, I was over the edge, my muscles contracting as orgasm took me. I could hear Mike grunt as my muscles milked his cock, the rhythmic contractions rippling over his sensitive shaft. He pushed in a couple more times and moaned as he shot his cum into my waiting hole. 

As he slipped out, I sank to my knees, breathing hard. My dress was a mess, covered in bark and leaf-litter. My knees shook and my arms refused to work. I had never been fucked so hard ever before. Mike must've been as exhausted as I was because he zipped up his pants and sat slowly down next to me. I leaned on his shoulder and his arm came around me protectively. "My little baby..." he murmured into my hair. We sat like this for a while, I couldn't tell you how long. Finally I was starting to shiver form the cold, so Mike helped me up and brushed off my dress, and together we walked back to retrieve our picnic blanket and wine glasses. When we arrived back, the movie has finished and people were getting up and leaving. He gathered up our things while I just stood there in a slight daze, shivering occasionally when a breeze ruffled my dress. A gentleman as always, Mike took off his pullover and hung it over the shoulders. We walked back to the car, not saying much. My brain was still in a haze of hormones and happy-chemicals and a small smile permanently curved my lips. He bundled me into the big comfy seat of his rover and we set off home to his apartment, where I instantly fell asleep. That night I dreamt of trees, cuddled into his arms, and the faint trace of pine never left my nose.



Going to the Movies



Kitty and her date enter the theater and choose where they wanted to sit, they decide to sit in the middle. She feels a bit strange going to see a porno in a theater like this; she got all kinds of looks when they came in here. It's not likely they see many women in places like this. She takes a quick look around and is pleased to see there are only a handful of guys. As they take their seats she has a momentary thought of a fantasy of hers, as quickly as it comes the thought leaves her. While they wait for the movie to start he leans towards her and tells her that he would like her to meet his circle of friends. The movie begins before she can respond and her attention is returned to the screen. 

She feels a momentary blush as the first few scenes showing naked bodies entwined and she feels that telling tingle of her own passion and lust. She glances over at her date and sees him smiling over at her with a very satisfied look on his face, a look she is used to seeing on the face of some of the men she dates. She knows something is going to happen, she can see it on his face. She leans towards him and asks him, " am I at least going to enjoy this evening?" 

He tells her to just be quite and watch the movie. She turns and gives her attention to the movie and at first she only pays attention to the flaws, the bad music and acting, bad dubbing. Before long the images are finally registering with her and soon it is only the images she is paying attention to. Again the same fantasy occurs to her and she starts to fidget in her seat, feeling that familiar twitch of arousal. She doesn't even realize that she uncrosses her legs and spreads them wide, but her date does, notices also that she is all but exposing her pussy to anyone who would care to look. His hand goes to her leg just above the knee, squeezing tightly getting her attention a little, he leans towards her and asks if she is all right, and isn't surprised when she answers a little breathlessly that she's fine. Yet she continues to squirm in her chair her legs spread wide. 

She starts to protest when his hand slides purposefully up her leg, his fingers reach her pussy despite her quiet protests, when they reach their destination his fingers are rough, matter of fact, done with little feeling. He can feel how aroused she already was but what was going on around her. Her protests become more urgent but she tries not to draw attention to anyone else in the theater. She tries desperately to not let on what is happening to her, but some sound escapes her as he forcefully shoves his whole fist inside her. Almost as if it were some signal she hears a lot of movement in the theater around her but she doesn't turn to look, almost afraid of what is happening. Her date starts to pull his fist out of her pussy and she starts to give a sigh of relief, but he slams his fist back into her pussy causing her to gasp even louder. He slams his fist in and out of her pussy he does this over and over again until he is satisfied that he has her attention. His free hand goes to her throat and squeezes very tightly letting know he is very serious when he tells her "no more talking, or you will regret it." 

He turns to the others around him and asks if any of them would like to sample his new toy, and help initiate her as his new slut. Little else has registered with her but the response he gets brings her out of her daze. Unable to talk with his hand still around her throat she shakes her head instead, in a mere whisper she tells him she doesn't want this. He lets go of her throat and while she is still gasping for air he slaps her hard across the face. When she looks back at him he can see the tears of pain in her eyes as he tells her, " these men are going to use you, and we are going to see if you have what it takes to be my whore." 

Again she begs of him "please don't do this, let me go" before he can answer her one of the other men approaches them and places a bag near her date, who turns and asks him if everything is in place. The newcomer tells him that everything is fine and that they won't be disturbed for quite sometime. He pulls his fist out of her pussy, and again she begs him to let her go. Again he slaps her face hard he grabs her hair and pulls her up out of her seat, instinctively she tries to pull away but she encounters bodies behind her. She faces her date once again and her plea for him to let her go die on her lips as she sees the determination in his eyes and he finally answers her. "No little kitten, I think not, my friends and I have been waiting a long time for a slut like you." As he speaks he pulls her close. When he has her against him he continues. "You are going to be my whore and you will love it. You ARE going to do everything we want, everything I want. And you will please us all."

When she starts to shake her head and deny he words his hand quickly goes to her throat again squeezing tightly, pulling her face close to his, with all kindness gone from his face, "oh yes you will slut," the grin on his face shows her just how serious he is and what is in store for her. He turns to the man just behind him and tells him to tie her arms behind her, to make sure she can't get away. With his hand still on her throat he waits while her arms are tied, and every time she gives any resistance his hand tightens around her throat, until she submits. Once her arms are tied her date pulls her close to him, and using his hand on her throat to keep her from struggling with him he steps behind her and reaches down to her pussy and roughly slams his fist back inside her pussy this time lifting her off her feet, she barely feels the two guys behind hold her up as the fist in her pussy begins to slam into her again and again, hard and fast. Unable to help herself she again begs for release. His fist leaves her abruptly and he turns her to face him he slaps her hard across the face his hand at her throat the only thing that keeps her from falling to the floor. He forces her to look at him as he tells her that whenever she does anything but accept what they are going to do to her he will take great pleasure in beating her pussy. Making sure there is no doubt of who is in charge from now on. 

He glances around the theater until he spots something, half way up there is a railing running across the theater in front of the seats. He looks to the boys standing sentry beside her and tells them smiling, "follow me boys and bring my little slut with you." Before he turns away however he reaches into the bag and pulls out a roll of duct tape, tearing off a piece he places it firmly over her mouth making sure she can no longer voice her objections. 

Her guards place a hand around her arms and lift her off her feet giving her no choice but to follow. Not caring if she does get beat she starts to flail her legs, trying anything to break free while her legs are free because seeing the railing he was referring to she knows that within moments she will be tied to that railing and forced to that very thing he had told her she would do. She tried as hard as she could she struggle her way free but with her being such a petit girl and the size of the two guys holding her makes it a useless endeavor. When they reach the railing he was referring to they bend her over so she is facing the back of the theater. Harshly he reaches between her legs and starts to slap her pussy, each strike harder than the last, telling her that this is what she will get each time she struggles. 

He then takes a seat directly on the other side of the railing from her, and indicates to the guys holding her that it was time to tie her to the railing. In this position she is forced to keep her face in her dates lap. They keep her bent over the railing forcing her face fully into his lap making her very aware of how much this is all amusing Him, his cock hard under her face. His hand goes to her hair gripping it tightly in his fist as he pushes her hard into his cock, making it impossible for her to breath. Forcing her to struggle and fight back. He stops and the fist in her hair lets go as he brings her chin up so that she is forced to look in to his eyes as he tells her, "just so you know, I love seeing you struggle, I WANT reasons to beat your pussy and you will be absolutely quiet and willing the entire time, and already you've given me 2 reasons to beat you." 

The grin on his face is so pleased by all of this that she can tell that this evening is going to be a test of her endurance and tolerance for pain. While he has been telling her this the two guys, were almost finished tying her ankles, her legs spread wise apart she realizes too late and her struggles cease knowing it is completely useless now. She tries to stand up regardless of the fact that her bound arms and legs make it impossible to escape, but she tries anyway. Her guards are quick to stop her from straightening, and have her quickly bent back over the railing. One of them places a hand firmly on her back and with no problems holds her down while the other one gets another length of rope. They tie her so that standing is no longer an option, tying her tightly to the railing. Her date now stands and taking the bag from the floor he takes out a thick leather strap if front of her smiling as he tells her. "Now you will find out just how much I have been looking forward to doing this to you." 

He walks out of her vision and she tries to struggle and loosen her bonds in an effort to get away. She already knows it's pointless to struggle but she refuses to accept that it is too late, that she has no choice anymore. Suddenly she feels the strap come down on her ass. It gets her attention as it was meant to and she ceases to move. She waits afraid of what is to come next. In the background she can hear the actress on screen moaning as she gets nailed. Again the strap lands on her ass just as hard as the first one, she barely manages to bite back a groan. She isn't left to wonder what is in store for her as it lands over and over again in quick succession, each blow as hard as the last. The tears flowing down her face he leans towards her and tells her that is what she gets for struggling while her guards brought her over. He steps back from her and the belt lands on her pussy this time, her mind and body swim with the sensations of pain as he beats her pussy, watching her body twitch as she struggles to not make a sound. He beats her pussy for what feels like an eternity to her, he doesn't stop until he can tell she is at the edge of her tolerance, only then does the strap stop. 

She can feel his hand reach for her pussy before it even touches her, and her gasp and whimper them all just how hard he had been hitting her. He shoves his fist into her pussy roughly making a point to be a rough in his handling of her as possible, the feelings coursing through her body overwhelm her, her heart racing. He turns to the other men around him and tells them all, "I think she's ready to have her mouth and ass fucked by us all, her pussy is mine though."

His laughter sends chills down her spine, he comes back around the railing and sits down in front of her, this time however he undoes his pants and brings his cock out. He lifts her head by her hair and tells her " I'm going to remove the tape now and fill your mouth with my cock, do a good job or feel more pain."

He pulls the tape of and her guards force her down, and he reaches for the back of her head again and pushes down as he forces his cock all the way into her mouth. She barely hears him encourage his friends to get started on fucking her ass, telling them "I want you guys to fuck her good and hard, I want each of you to fuck her so hard it keeps her bouncing on my cock." 

She manages to look up at him with pleading in her eyes, begging him not to do this to her. His smile gets bigger as the first guy steps up behind her and rests a hand on her ass feeling the heat coming off of it from the beating it took from her date. His other hand goes to her arms bound behind her and he begins to slide his cock down between her cheeks when he can feel that he is at her tight little asshole he pushes a little more forcefully as he leans towards her when he hears her whimper and feels her wiggle, he pushes a little harder as he says to her, "no worries little slut, my cock will find your ass in a moment, I'll have you begging me to fuck your ass, to stretch that tight little ass wide open." 

He stops pushing at her ass and his cock continues to slide along, he reaches her pussy lips and starts to laugh. When he sees the question looks from the other guys he explains to them with great eagerness, "she's sopping wet, she is indeed so ready for all of us to fuck her, she knows just what kind of girl she is don't you?" 

Getting his cock wet on her own juices he holds on to her arms at her back and pushes her even further down on the cock she is forced to suck. At first she tries to just accept and deal with his cock so far down her mouth and throat, but without any warning the guy behind her buries his cock into her ass hard and deep and forces her even further down on the cock in her mouth. Now she starts to struggle and resist, wiggling as much as she can, she tries to get even the tiniest breath of air. She hears one of them remark, with much glee in his voice, "That's more pussy beatings isn't it?"

The hand holding her down lets up some and she can again breath as she hears the guy behind her reply, " yes it does." 

And with that he steps back from her and before it completely registers with her what is about to happen she feels the pain of the strap hitting her pussy once again. He beats her with just as much vigor as her date had; her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth, the tears flowing freely down her face. The guy beating her lands a few more very well placed lashes and then she feels his hand cup her pussy and squeeze it, making her whimper. He plows his cock right back into her ass exclaiming to the guys waiting their turn, "god she's even wetter now than before." 

Over and over again he shoves his cock deep into her ass. She forgets about breathing for the moment her thoughts only on the cocks buried so deep inside her. She can't help the moan of pure pleasure telling them all that she is starting to get into it. Her ass is fucked with deep long strokes, she can't help the whimpers that escape her each time he plunges deep into her ass. Grabbing hold of her arms with both of his hands he uses them for leverage and fucks her ass hard and deep as directed by her date. She has a momentary thought of how sore she is going to be by the time this is all over but it is quickly wiped from her mind as the guy fucking her ass gives a loud roar as he blows his load inside her. Just to prove how helpless she really is both of the cocks push into her hard and deep making breathing of any kind impossible. She struggles between them uselessly. The guy fucking her ass finally steps back just before she passes out, and she gratefully pulls air into her lungs again. 

The next guy steps up to her, his hand lands heavily on her ass, her whimpers fill the theater. Finally he stops slapping her ass and his hand rests gently on her ass, slowly moving in little circles, but with how tender he ass is at the moment it still feels as if he is being hard on her. Within moments her whole body is quivering, she can feel his presence behind her and she dreads what she knows is coming her ass burning already from the previous fucking. She feels his cock start to slide in; she can feel how hard he is. She moans passionately as his cock fills her completely, stretching her wide. 

With this one she finds it impossible to keep the pleasure and excitement from her moans and whimpers. He doesn't move to fast at first keeping his strokes deep, his hands still on her ass keeping her recent pain on her mind. His hands on her hips he drives his cock into her ass even harder, his pace starting to quicken. He leans forward and reaches up under her and pulls her top down exposing her tits saying to her as he does, "I think this should be just as mistreated as this pretty little ass of yours." 

So saying he pinches her nipples between his fingers, hearing her moan and whimper as loud as she can manage around the cock in her mouth. Her hips push back against him trying in her own way to beg him to fuck her. He grabs her hips and without mercy or respite he fucks her ass so hard and rough the only think she is concerned with is getting her next breath. He drives his cock into her ass, sliding so easily now since she is so wet from the abuse she has taken so far. But the force behind it compels her to moan out loud. He rides her ass as hard as he can making it almost impossible for her to breathe, she doesn't see it but her date motions for the guy fucking her ass to push into her all the way and hold it. As he does her date also pushes his cock deep inside her mouth, it takes a few moments but soon she is struggling for breath again. Finally her date releases her head and lets her pull her head back just enough to breathe. 

Speaking to the others he asks who wants to try this hole next referring to her mouth. He tells half of them to line up to use her mouth, and that they are to switch after only a few minutes, and tells the other half to line up for her ass. When the next guy to be sucked is ready her date lifts her head by her hair, the instant hr mouth is free she again begs for her freedom. Still holding her hair in his hand he pulls her head back to a cruel angle and whispers to her, "now you will pay the price for not keeping quiet." 

When she begins to protest more he shoves her head down on the cock now waiting for her. Telling the guy to make sure her mouth stays full. Her date steps over the railing and out of her view. At first she tries to just ignore the cock in her mouth, but a small part of her feels much excitement at what is being done to her. She tries to not think of it but she knows deep down that she has dreamed and fantasized about something like this happening to her. The guy has a firm grip on her hair though and is forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth making any thought hard. Suddenly she feels a hand land directly on her pussy and she gasps as her eyes open wide with the sudden pain. Over and over again his hand lands on her pussy, until it feels as if it were on fire, her whole body twitches, if not for the fact that she is tied to the railings she would have collapsed to the floor. 

She barely notices the cock passing through her mouth, feeling only the hot throbbing of her pussy as her date continues to beat her pussy. When finally he stops he leans forward grabbing her head from the cock and tells her " anymore protests and I will do that over and over again, understand?"

She nods her head, desperately not wanting to feel his hand on her pussy again. He pushes her head back down to continue sucking the cocks of the men ready to cum. Speaking to the men around him he tells them, "I'm going to show You how hard and rough I want you all to use these holes." 

She feels his fist slam into her pussy. Cruelly he pulls his fist out only to roughly force it back in again and again, her mind reels with the sensations, her whole body trembling and shaking, she can feel her heart pounding in her chest. He tells them that he wants to see her ass dripping in their cum. He tells them that they must still wait to use her pussy until he has had it first. But her ass and mouth are there for their use. The whole time he has been talking to them his fist has been fucking her pussy. Her date takes a step back when he is done telling them what to do and lets them get back to using her. 

The next guy to step up and use her ass rams his cock into her hard and deep. Her pussy still throbbing from the beating just barely stops herself from crying out or even moaning. But a grunt still manages to escape her. The guy fucks her ass hard and fast, his hands on the railing on either side of her forcing himself as deep as possible with each thrust. The cocks in front of her still ever changing, She quickly losses count of how many cocks have passed through her mouth. After what feels like an eternity to her the guy fucking her ass cums, before the next guy can step up her date steps close to her and pushes her deep onto the present cock in her mouth cutting off her air. His hand again comes down hard on her pussy. Enunciating each word with a hard slap on her pussy tells her, "You are still being to loud, not a peep out of you or else it will get worse." 




Going to the Movies



Just as abruptly he steps back. She takes a breath of air; she can feel that her pussy has started to swell from the abuse it has taken. Before any further thoughts can occur to her ass and mouth are again filled with cock again. She tries desperately to ignore the sensations running through her body, but deep down she knows she craves this kind of thing. She dreams about it and fantasizes about it. Again and again the cocks fucking her mouth and ass change, she loses track of everything except the cocks inside her. 

Every time her date feels she has been too loud, he stops them and again forces her down on the cock she is sucking while he beats her pussy. No longer bothering to explain why. At last her date stops the men fucking her ass and tells them that it is his turn now. She hears his words though it doesn't really register until she feels his hand come down on her pussy, once again starting the throbbing in her pussy. Telling the others that when he is done with her pussy they can then use all of her holes. That he wants to see them fist and fuck her pussy. When he finishes speaking he shoves his own fist into her pussy, the steady stream of cocks in her mouth keep on changing. She knows it will be a long time before she ever forgets this evening. 

The force her date is using combined with all the abuse her pussy has taken makes her whimper. Her date abruptly stops with his fist and he straightens up. He smiles as he sees her stiffen knowing what is to come now. Once again his hand comes down hard on her pussy. She just barely manages to keep quiet. After only a few moments he finally stops and steps up behind her and slides his cock into her very wet pussy, almost surprised at just how wet she actually is. He slams his cock into her hard and fast. He lifts her head and directs the men to pass more quickly, each one only getting a few moments. All the while he drives his cock into her harder and deeper than the last. 

He purposely lifts her head every so often just as a guy is about to cum causing it to go all over her face and hair, making a mess of her. He fucks her pussy very abrupt manner hard and fast until he cums. Just as abruptly as he entered her, his cock leaves her, she almost moans as she feels his fist stretch and slam into her pussy once again. Again his free hand pushes her head down cutting off her air. By this time she barely notices the lack of air. She nearly blacks out before he abruptly stops once again. He turns to the men and tells them to have fun and use his toy well for him while he sits back and watches her performance. 

If he feels someone is doing a good job he lets him take longer with her. He enjoys watching her tremble as the men use her, telling them to be harder on her, to force their cocks and fists deep and hard. When he feels she has done well he calls a halt to the show and walks over to her. Sitting in the seat in front of her and waits until she has gained some semblance of control and looks up at him. Not touching her he looks into her eyes as he says, "I know you, I know what kind of girl you are. I know what you need. I am not an ordinary man; evenings like this are common occurrences in my life. I want to share this world with you. Will you submit to me?" 

He sits calmly as if he hadn't just had her gang raped by a bunch of men. When he feels she is taking too long to answer he adds to her, " I will care for you, but you will pay for that care with the use of your body whenever, wherever, and however I want, with whomever I want." 

She hesitates a little longer thinking about what he is saying to her, her instinctive response is to deny him but with the sensations still coursing through her she nods her head. He leans slightly forward and again lifts her head by her hair bringing her eyes to his once again. "Not good enough, I want to hear you speak the words." 

She opens her mouth and in barely a whisper she responds, "yes I submit to you." 

Seeing in her eyes that she means it and has truly given him control of her, he orders the men to untie her. When they have untied her she straightens up, one of the guys near her start to reach out to her when she sways, but she places her hands on the railing and takes a few deep breaths to steady her. Her new Master stands and tells her to clean herself up as he hands her a towel. She closes her eyes as she cleans her face up and gathers her mind, which is racing form all that has happened this evening, her legs still shaking but she is determined to show no weakness in front of him. When she feels she has at least made herself look presentable she walks around the railing and picks up her coat to put on. 

When she is ready she turns to him and looks up. Smiling at her he tells her, "come, let me take you to your new home and life as my toy." 

With her head held high and her heart still racing she walks out of the theater and marvels at what she has gotten herself into this time.



Going to the Movies



Lou Brenner, the building's senior resident, has been in his flat for five years. He has had the same job, head of security at the local chocolate factory, ever since 1a had been converted into flats. He had never had the good fortune to find a soul mate, and at the age of thirty-one had, subconsciously, even stopped looking. There had been the occasional 'one-nighters', but he himself knew without being told that his less that average size, (barely six inches), had played a no small part in there being no second date. He had had a three-month affair with one of the elderly residents, but she had been pleased with anything she could get, then, since she had left, the only means of release had been his own right hand. 

The problem that Lou had was that he had a very high sex drive, something that was more a curse than a blessing, especially when you didn't have anyone to fuck, (like the old woman), masturbate with (one of his dates had loved for the two of them to masturbate together), or, even better, have masturbate you. 

Lou's regimen of having sex or masturbating himself at least twice a day hadn't diminished since he'd been a teenager; the only thing that had changed was the person who was making him come or his state of arousal. If anything, as far as he was concerned, he could stand harder for longer how than he could have done in his 'teens. And then, six months ago, he had seen an advert for a penis enlarger.

When it had arrived, Lou lost no time in trying it out. First he had to select the correct sized rubber ring so that the whole tube nestled firmly on the base of his penis. The enlarger came supplied with three rubber rings of various inside diameters, the user fitting the best fitting ring for the thickness of the root of his penis at that time. Lou was pleased to see that he needed the 'B' size ring, and not the 'A', which, to his eye looked as though it had been made with people who had a problem far more serious than his. 

With his flaccid (although quickly stirring) manhood inside the implements plastic tubing, he hesitantly took the fitted rubber ball and squeezed it. He was shocked, as the more air he extracted from the tube the more alive and harder his erection became. In a short time he was standing hard, so hard that he felt that his solid erection was about to burst through its outer skin. Measuring his erection on the ruler printed on the side of the transparent tubing, he read off six and one quarter inches...

The instructions that came with the enlarger said it should be used once a day, and recommended not to masturbate or have sex for at least one hour after use. But Lou had other ideas. He built himself a programme of using the enlarger before he went to work in the morning, and again before he went to sleep at night. That invariably meant that he as hard as hell when he walked out of the house in the morning with his arousal juice sticking the knob of his hard erection to his underpants. But then there was always the sweet ecstasy of slowly peeling the head of his firmly glued manhood free when he needed to go to the toilet. The only time he allowed himself release came after his nightly exercise, this was invariably followed by vigorous masturbation (with or without the use of oils). This was invariably done in front of his wardrobe mirror; his face hidden by the mirror's frame, as he fantasised that he was prying on someone else jacking off.

Within three months he found that he had to exchange the rubber ring for the 'D' size, the root of his erection having grown in diameter to support the now healthier eight and a half inches he sported. Lou was surprised by just how much his overall diameter had grown as well. And that was not the only change. Now he found he stood far harder than he had before, in fact harder than he had ever thought possible. Now, when he did ejaculate in front of his wardrobe mirror he found that now he could stand a good two feet away and the steaming sperm jetting out of his throbbing muscle would easily reach the reflective glass. Then there was the amount he came, and, although he had no way of comparing 'before' and 'after', he was sure that he was coming far more now than he ever had.

More than once he had soaped himself down in the shower, his erection standing like something carved out of solid wood, and he had tried to imagine just what it would feel like to have something that length and thickness sliding inside him...

Then Lou read one of those bothersome 'pop-up' adverts while he had been viewing his favourite porno site on the Internet, the one showing page after page of nude men posing with full erections. It had been advertising for 'New talent to work in the film industry. Must have no problems performing sex in front of a camera. Exclusive rates! Send photo of both slack and erected states to: Alpha-Beta Films. Plc. Answer by return e-mail.' 

More out of interest than any hope of a reply, Lou, using the camcorder on his computer, did what the advert requested.

The reply came far sooner that he had thought, just two hours later in fact. It stated that they were more than impressed with what they had seen, and invited him to Newcastle the following week for an interview. Lou was shocked by the swiftness of the reply, and for the first time wondered just what he was getting himself into by even thinking of replying to such an advert... 

He would have no problem with being photographed or filmed masturbating or with someone going down on him as long as he was being paid enough for it. It was when he thought about the fucking bits that he began to wonder. What was the going rate for having sex with a woman on camera, or, even more interesting, what if they asked him to fuck her up the ass? Having never had anal sex, it would be a first for Lou, but having fantasised about it often enough he was sure he could handle it if the money was right. At the end of the day Lou decided that the best way to justify anything he did was to tell himself that he was only doing it for the money. 

In the meantime Lou kept up with his twice-daily exercises, and blocked his mind as to what the hell he was getting into. Lou's manager was shocked when Lou requested two days off out of his accumulated holiday pay. Shocked, because having never taken a holiday since he started in the factory, Lou had accumulated more that two months holiday or holiday pay...

To travel return by bus from Tees-side to Newcastle was a pleasant surprise, being both cheap and quick. A not so pleasant surprise was being asked to line up nude with the other nineteen 'contestants'. 

Having found the offices of 'Alpha-Beta Films, Plc.' close to Newcastle bus station, Lou was kept waiting barely five minutes before being invited into a large office and told to strip of, his self-consciousness showing of the tightness of his balls to his scrotum.

Being third or fourth in line, Lou allowed his eyes to wander over the opposition as each of them was photographed in their 'slack' state. He wasn't the biggest man there, there was one who's mother must have had an interest in donkeys, but he was, width for length, the best built.

'All right, let's see them all hard! As quickly as you can please, we've another fifty to see after you lot!'

With that each of them tried to get himself hard as quickly as possible. Lou took rather longer than the others, embarrassed at masturbating himself for the first time in front of an audience, but the effort was worth it, his erection standing as hard as it could inside its skin. Then they were told just to stand there and not touch themselves as they were photographed and measured. Now more relaxed, Lou's balls were hanging loose by the time his turn came, his erection throbbing and looking for action, whereas at least five of the erections in the line were wilting slightly through lack of stimulation. These were duly noted by the man with the clipboard...

'Now, what I want is for you all to start jacking yourselves off. You can come when you want to. Don't worry about the floor...'

Lou realised that the only way he would be able to toss off in front of a room full of men was to close his eyes and imagine that they weren't there. Three of the men didn't even try, walking out of the room in embarrassment, their erections wilting as they went. The man with the clipboard just crossed off their names and concentrated on those that were left. 

Behind his closed eyes Lou saw himself in front of his wardrobe mirror, his enlarger pumping his erection harder and harder, and his free hand rolling each of his nipples as hard as he could. Within a short time his right hand had gone from a slowly sliding up and down the skin of his erection skin to a quicker, more intense pumping motion. 

Soon his free hand was rolling over his bulging helmet head, massaging his plentiful pre-cum all over his erection and balls. Lou tried to last as long as he could, but when he switched the image behind his eyes for the eighteen year old that had masturbated herself in front of him on the Internet last night, his ejaculation came with a speed that shocked even him. 

As he felt himself starting to cum, Lou switched both his hands to his nipples and rolled both of them as hard as he could. The reaction to Lou's unconscious, savage rolling was a squirt of sperm out of Lou's throbbing erection that left the clipboard man gaping. By the time his imaginary female tantaliser had screamed in orgasm for the third and last time, Lou's balls were both hard into his scrotum, their contents splattered in a long, steaming stream in front of him. 

When he finally opened his eyes Lou saw that he had been the last one to ejaculate, all the others were stood behind the clipboard man, their erections wilted or wilting between their legs.

'Right, gentlemen. Pay attention. That's what I'm looking for. When you're as big as he is and last as long as him can, and cum as much as he can, come back to see me. You', he said, indicating Lou with his clipboard, 'get yourself dressed and meet me in my office. We have some business to discuss...'

Lou stood there for a few seconds, his erection still as hard as ever, and felt the eyes of each of his opponent's flash barbs of hatred and disgust as they were let away by two well-built uniformed guards. 

'Don't worry about it.' one of the guards said, 'they're only jealous. Mind you,' he said, flashing a glance at Lou's still rigid erection, 'so am I.' For the first time Lou felt as though he was someone special... 

'OK, this is the deal.' The now seated clipboard man was straight to the point as Lou walked into his office. 'You get paid £350 a day for each day that you work. On top of that you get paid £50 each time that you come, so the more times that you can come in a day the more you get paid. 

'You start when we start and you finish when we finish. You have to be available to work day or night; sometimes I can tell you in advance, sometimes not. The only time that we use condoms is if you're fucking someone's ass. 

'We use male and female actors, so get used to kissing and fucking men as well as woman, although I can't see many of the men who work for me taking what you've got up the ass. You come onto the set as clean as you can be, preferably showered, especially your ass. If you need to go here we have baby wipes in the toilets. Being told to go down on someone just after they've had a shit is not the best way to start the day. Now, any questions?'

Lou was in a daze during the bus ride home, his mind reviewing again and again the day that he'd just been through. Now the decision was his, go with the glib, fast-talking clipboard man or stay in the secure, steady wage-earning job at the factory. Lou's masturbation that night took ages, teasing himself by stopping his hand each time that he felt himself about to come. Well-oiled with baby lotion, his member stood as hard as iron, throbbing in excited anticipation each time it was about to come only to be denied by Lou's iron resolve to see just how long he could stay hard and masturbate without finishing. 

When he did finally allow himself to come he had been hard at it for over forty-five minutes, splattering both mirrors and his bedside chair with his white, translucent sperm that seemed to pump on and on, glistening and steaming in the light from his night-light... 

The next day he shocked his bosses by applying for the two months holiday. Entitled to either time off or money in lieu, Lou took the time, knowing full well that the amount he had in his bank account was more than enough to get him through the next two months. The next thing was his diet. If he was expected to either fuck or come maybe three or more times in a day he was going to need plenty of red meat and carbohydrates...

His first call for work came the next day. Lou was told to go to the industrial area of Stockton, to a warehouse that had been empty for ages. Thinking that the whole thing was a hoax, Lou asked the taxi driver to wait. It was only when someone answered his knock that he paid off the driver and walked into the fantasy world of porno movies.

What had once been a warehouse for soft goods distribution been transformed into sets depicting several themes, from a cheap bordello to the bedroom of Lois the X1V. He was taken to the set director, a woman with a perfect face and figure with a voice and attitude that would cut carbon steel. She eyed Lou over with disdain.

'Right. So you're the stud for today. I sure as hell hope that you're better than the last three, 'though you're far older than I'd have chosen. The rules are simple. You fuck when I tell you to fuck, and come when I tell you to come. The two things that you don't do are bullshit me with reasons why you can't do what I tell you to do or try to hit on me. I've heard it all before. I came up from lying on my back being fucked by wannabe studs like you to directing the shit I'm expected to work with. Now, go and get changed and be here ready for action and smelling nice in ten minutes.'

As Lou wiped himself clean with the baby wipes in the broom cupboard that passed as a changing room, he seriously began to think that he had made a bad career move. 

'What the hell', he thought, 'I'll spend two months enjoying myself and getting paid for it. Then, if things get too bad I've always got the factory...' Little did he know that in the next two days he'd know exactly where his future lay.

When he walked back onto the set nude he realised how cold it was, the industrial heaters doing little to warm the area. The female director eyed him over again. 

'Thank God that you're far bigger and better built than the others. Don't worry about the cold, by the time that you've finished you'll be sweating and asking me to turn down the heat.'

The set had been dressed out as a bedroom in a wealthy house, with long windows draped in silk that looked out over a backdrop of a massive garden. The bed was a huge four-poster with canopy and curtains of silk, as were the black bed sheets under which was laid a young woman almost as black as the sheet covering her. Her long, jet-black hair was splayed over the pillows, her nipples hard and erect forming little tents of the material at the top of her large breasts.

'Right, this is the story.' The boss woman interrupted the flow of Lou's vivid imagination, his member already stirring and balls twitching. 'She's the boss's wife and you're her driver. She fancies you and has invited you to her bedroom. You know that she was screwing the head gardener, but this is your first time, so you want to make an impression without being over the top.

'I have a script for this, but I think its crap so want to see what you can do by yourself. So, just go over there and be yourself and do what you'd usually do with a good-looking woman who's your boss. Let's see you've got what it takes to work in this business.' 

With that Mrs. Director gave him a slap across the buttocks with her clipboard and Lou was on his way.

Lou was surprised at the heat given off by the arc lights as he approached the huge bed, his member starting to stir again as it felt the heat. 

The woman lay as though asleep, and Lou thought what he would do if he really were in those circumstances. Blocking out the loud whispers of the director lady to the cameramen and the noise over his head as they adjusted the lights, Lou slid under the top sheet at the end of the bed. 

Gently sliding his arms under the woman's knees, he raised them higher and higher as he slid up the bed. The woman groaned as though waking from a deep sleep, and then gave a louder groan as Lou's flickering tongue came into contact with her shaven lips.  

Suddenly, the woman pulled the sheet up off Lou's body and they were both in the glare of the hot lights and could hear clearly the whispered directions of the director woman. Lou blocked the fact that other people were watching him enjoy himself as he felt the heat of the lamps on his back and buttocks.

Lou's tongue soon found the black woman's massive, erect clitoris. Her clit stood like an erect little finger below a small triangle of wiry, pubic hair the thick aromatic smell of her juices wafting up towards Lou's face. 

Without warning the black woman wriggled around on the bed until her head was between Lou's legs. With a practised hand, she grabbed Lou's solid bar of meat and pulled him lower, the whole of his erection disappearing deep inside her throat. Lou was shocked as he felt his helmet head reach the back of her throat, and then the back of her throat opened and the head of his erection slid deep inside her gullet. 

Having proved what she could take, with a vacuum suck she slowly extricated herself off Lou's now freely dribbling erection. Switching her attention to Lou's balls, the woman suddenly shrieked with pleasure as Lou rolled her clitoris and the tops of her shaven lips between his teeth. 

Using one hand to pump Lou's erection and squirt his pre-cum all over her belly, the woman again pulled him lower, but much lower than before as her flickering tongue sought out his puckered anus. Lou raised his head in shock to find himself staring into a camera lens as he felt the woman's tongue first licked his ass all over and then poked it further and further open with the wet muscles tip. 

Ignoring the camera, Lou allowed his face to wreath in pleasure as he felt for the first time being slowly opened further and further by the woman's tongue. Then, realising that he was allowing the woman to take charge, Lou reasserted his dominance. Turning back around on the bed, Lou once again found himself staring into a camera lens... 

By this time his erection had took on a life of it's own, pulsating and fighting to get out of its restrictive skin as he sucked and nibbled at the vivid red clitoris, and Lou saw that her juices had run down as far as her puckered pink rose of an anus. Lou began to hope that maybe, jut maybe, he'd get a chance to slide his length into that crimped, well-lubricated hole before the day was over. 

Within no time the woman's black hair was thrashing around like a wild thing as she tossed her head from side to side, groaning out loud, oblivious to the lights and cameras. 

Without warning, Lou climbed up onto his knees taking the woman's legs high into the air, and glanced down to check that his erection pointing straight at the woman's saturated vaginal lips. Lunging his hips forward, in one thrust he buried his full length as deep inside the woman far as it would go, at the same time coming, once again, face to face with a camera lens and a gaping cameraman. 

For a second Lou was stunned as he saw an upside-down image of himself in the convex lens, and then he felt the walls of the woman's vagina start to tighten and ripple, squeezing his full length as tight as she could. Realising that the woman was on the verge of an orgasm, Lou did what he did best, give the woman a good hard fuck.




Going to the Movies with Lillian



For a while a few years ago, my husband and I had this friend, a woman named Lillian, who hung around with us a lot. Lillian was really cute: short, with dark curly hair, kind of big-figured, but not really fat. She had really nice tits, big and round and full, which she liked to show off; she always wore very low-cut tops that showed a lot of cleavage. She was very bright-eyed and vivacious and enthusiastic. She loved to laugh and joke, and she never took herself too seriously, which was very endearing. And she really loved sex. She liked to talk about sex, joke about sex, and do things that involved sex. She had a boyfriend, a tall red haired guy named Peter, but she seemed to hang out with us more than with him. I think that the main thing she did with Peter was have sex.

One afternoon Lillian called us up and invited us to go to a movie with her and Peter. However, we already had a friend coming over, a guy named John. John was one of my husband's co-workers. He was a nice guy, very smart and witty. He was a year or two younger than my husband and me. He was one of those short, dapper little guys that always look nicely dressed, no matter what they're wearing. Lillian told us that he should just come along. She was very insistent, so we called John. He was happy to go to the movie.

Lillian wanted us all to meet at her house and go in her car. She was one of these people who always worry about parking. She was worried that we'd have a hard time finding parking for three cars.

So we drove to her house, all piled into her car, and went to the movie. Lillian drove, which was a little scary, because she wasn't a very attentive driver. We were in the back seat and she kept turning around to us to tell us how she had heard about this movie, and who was in it, and how she really wanted to see it.

We got there in one piece. There was plenty of parking. 

It was a very sexy movie. The sex in the movie wasn't explicit - plenty of nudity, but no shots of actual inserted genitals. It was all sort of soft core, but there was lots and lots of sex: oral sex, genital sex, anal sex, boy-girl sex, girl-girl sex, and a lot of group sex. All the actors were gorgeous. They must have oiled the actors' bodies for the sex scenes, because they were all kind of glossy and sweaty looking. And all the sex scenes (which were most of the movie) were set in exotic, beautiful locations. It was a sort of combination travelogue and high budget soft porn flick. 

There was even a boy-boy scene: two guys sucking each other off while a girl watched and masturbated. It was really exciting to me, and as we watched the naked men suck, I whispered to my husband, "You should do that some time." He whispered back, "I'd like to." I giggled. "I'll watch." We both laughed. 

About half an hour into the movie, I found that watching all those sexy, naked people, kissing and licking and feeling each other up and pretending to suck and fuck, was getting me really, really horny. My nipples were starting to get sensitive. I began stretching and shifting so that my nipples would rub against my clothes. Warm sexual feelings were welling up in my groin. I was sitting between my husband and Lillian. The theater was a little chilly. Lillian and I both had on spaghetti strap tops and shorts. I was kind of cold, but Lillian had brought a sweater. She was leaning on her boyfriend's shoulder, snuggled up against him. I couldn't help but notice that Peter's arm, which was draped around Lillian's shoulders, was under her sweater. I realized that Peter was fondling her tits, right there in the movie theater. This was really exciting. I wondered if her nice, big breasts were out of her top under the sweater. I hoped so. I wondered if he was playing with her nipples. She sure looked happy.

My husband was sitting next to me. I took his arm and put it around me. I nestled against him and moved his hand until it rested on my tit. I wished that I had a sweater. He took the cue, though, and began surreptitiously squeezing and stroking my breast. He continued to discreetly fondle my tits throughout the move. Every now and then, when he'd been playing with one breast for a long time, I'd move so that he could reach the other one. It was nice. After a few minutes of this my nipples got really aroused. Little pulses of pleasure were going from my nipples to my cunt. I leaned against my husband and kind of casually put my hand in his lap. He had a jacket, which he put over my hand. I immediately grabbed his cock. It was rock hard under his pants. For the rest of the movie I was feeling and masturbating his penis through his clothes. I fumbled with his zipper for a while, trying to get his dick out. He tried to help me, but the zipper wouldn't budge. It was such a hassle that we just gave up and I stroked him through his clothing for the rest of the movie. 

John was on the other side of my husband. I wondered if he noticed what was going on next to him. He seemed to be focused on the movie. Then I saw that his hand was in his lap. He was pressing and rubbing against his cock as he watched the sex on the screen. I really liked that. Then he noticed me watching him masturbate, and he put his hand away. That was disappointing.

By the end of the movie, after watching all those pretty, naked people, and after engaging in all that sneaky public foreplay, I felt like my pussy was on fire. I was completely ready to fuck. As I walked out of the theater I became aware of how wet my vagina was; the crotch of my panties was completely soaked. I had to go to the bathroom. Lillian went with me. In the stall, when I dried myself after I pissed, I took the opportunity to press and massage my clit a little bit. I had a little spasm, and it helped. I wondered if Lillian had done the same thing.

On the way to the car, Lillian and I practically jumped our boys. Lillian kept sidling over in front of Peter and pulling his face down to hers to kiss him. She wormed her body against him and grabbed his ass and took his hands and put them on her big breasts. At one point she pushed him up against a wall and squirmed against him, her hand in his groin, feeling and caressing his penis as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. My husband slipped behind me and grabbed me from the back. He slid his hands up and down my body, stroking my breasts. I arched my back to press my nipples against his fingers.Then he slid his hands down to my crotch and pushed on my cunt through my clothes, right on my erect, very excited clitoris. Throbs of hot pleasure pumped through my pussy and clit and ass, and my whole body felt alive and electric with sexual energy. 

At one point I wondered what John was doing, how he was reacting to being the only member of the group without a partner. I looked around. He was staring at us, watching us make out, and rubbing himself through his pants. In some situations that would have seemed creepy to me, but the way things were, I could understand it. I felt a wave of sympathy and an impulse to comfort him. I ran over to him and gave him a quick hug and a kiss. He seemed startled, but he appreciated it. He smiled. 

That kiss affected me in a way I hadn't expected, though. I had been kissing my husband so sexually that when I kissed John I just unthinkingly slipped my tongue into his mouth and his tongue slid into mine in response. I felt the hardness of his penis against my body. And my breasts were so aroused that when I hugged him and my nipples pressed against him through our clothes, a shot of sexual pleasure went through me. It made my clit throb. As I ran back to my husband I kept remembering the feel and taste of John's mouth and the touch of his chest against my tits. I had never wanted to have sex with anyone but my husband since we got married, but a fantasy of making love with John suddenly welled up in me. I was suddenly excited in a whole new way. In addition to being sexually aroused, felt adventurous. I felt like I was entering a whole new world of sexual pleasure. 

When I got back to my husband I kissed him extra passionately. 

When we piled into Lillian's car, John and my husband and I took the back seat again. My husband was in the middle. I was very aware of my side and leg against my husband's body. I turned so my tit could touch him. His arm was around me. I put my hand in his lap and began playing with his cock through his pants. His dick felt deliciously warm and firm and responsive. The electric sensation of his throbbing, excited erection under my fingers made my pussy hotter and hotter, more and more excited. As I pressed and rubbed my husband's penis, I glanced over to see what John was doing. I hoped that he was watching me. He was. He was looking at my hand, his mouth open with excitement. His own hand was in his lap and he was feeling his own hard cock while he watched us. The sight of his masturbation sent an additional shot of sexual excitement through me. I smiled at him. His eyes sparkled, and he opened his legs and slightly raised his hips, showing me the erection that he was touching through his clothes. 

I pulled my husband's face to mine and kissed him, sucking hungrily on his tongue. His hands were all over me. He pushed my spaghetti strap top down off my body, off my breasts and squeezed and stroked my naked tits and fondled my hard nipples. Then his hand went between my legs and he pressed my pussy and clit through my shorts. I wished that I had worn a dress. Then his hand could have been right on my wet panties, or inside them.

I had to breathe for a minute. I sat back and stroked my breasts. I loved showing my nakedness to the guys. My nipples felt incredibly hard; when I touched them thrills of pleasure went through my body. I was quivering with excitement. 

My husband was softly stroking my body with his fingertips. He looked over at John, who was caressing the bulge of his penis as he watched us. Then my husband surprised me. He reached over and stroked John's hand as he masturbated. He slid his hand under John's and pressed and rubbed John's erection. Then he put his hand on back my tits and kissed me. My mind raced. All kinds of sexual thoughts surfaced: thoughts about masturbation and watching male cocksucking and helping with male anal sex. My pussy just throbbed. I broke off the kiss because I wanted to see if my husband was still feeling up John's penis, but he wasn't. I went back to playing with my husband's sweet cock through his pants. I masturbated him all the way back to Lillian's apartment.

When we got to Lillian's place, she had a video she wanted to show all of us, an old VHS tape she had found somewhere. She begged us to watch it, and promised us we'd love it, so we all plopped down on the very big couch that was in the middle of her apartment: me on one side, John on the other, and my husband in the middle, just like in the car. Lillian was standing behind us. I think Peter was standing behind her. Probably playing with her tits. 

From the mood we were all in, I was sure it would turn out to be a hardcore sex flick. But intead it turned out to be a collection of old bootleg cartoon porn movies from the 1940s and 1950s; somewhat crude movies of Donald Duck fucking Daisy , Mickey Mouse fucking Minnie (I never knew until now that Daisy and Minnie had shapely little tits under their clothes), Daisy and Minnie taking turns sucking Donald and Mickey's cocks, Goofy and Mickey and Donald sucking each other's cocks and fucking each other in the ass, and Huey, Dewey, and Louie fucking each other's assholes in a homosexual chain orgy, while the lead duck in the chain fucked Daisy in her big, red, open pussy. Mickey's penis was black, but Donald and Goofy's cocks were bright red. Animated drops of spit, cum, and pussy juice flew everywhere. 

The Disney orgy was followed by another crudely drawn and animated feature, this one strictly homosexual, of Bugs Bunny getting fucked in the butt-hole by Daffy Duck. Daffy was reaching around Bugs, masturbating the rabbit's huge, red erection. Who would have thought that Bugs Bunny had such a big penis? Who would have thought that Bugs Bunny could produce so much semen? After a spectacular orgasm, Daffy and Bugs, indefagitible, took the 69 position and sucked each other' big, crude cartoon cocks. Elmer Fudd, naked from the waist down, but still wearing his hunting cap, made his entrance and anally fucked each of them as they sucked on each other's penises. At the end, Elmer's large, red, prominent asshole got gangfucked by the rabbit and the duck, and, masturbating jerkily, he squirted so much white sperm out of his monstrously gigantic dick that it completely filled the screen.

It was totally ridiculous, but at the same time, it was so graphically sexual that it was exciting. I was squirming on the couch. I intensely wanted my husband to take me home. I desperately wanted to make love. I was trying to think of the most graceful way I could get us out of there. 

Lillian left us for a minute to watch the sex cartoons; she went in the bedroom to change her clothes. She came out wearing a thin little top that her tits were more or less falling out of, and some lacy little panties. Her huge breasts bulged deliciously through the filmy material of her top. I could see her nipples distinctly. She came and stood behind me. I could feel the heat of her genitals on my back. 

She leaned over me, her hands on my shoulders, her big breasts brushing against my back. She put her mouth next to my ear and whispered, "We're going to go have sex!" This was not a surprise to me. Then she whispered, "You should come have sex too!" She kissed my ear and slid her hands down my body to my breasts. She squeezed both of my breasts through my top and pinched my nipples. That was unexpected. A hot little extra thrill of excitement pulsed through my already very excited genitals. 

Then she came around to the front of the couch and faced us. She looked flushed. She seemed kind of drunk, though we hadn't been drinking anything. I think it was the intensity of her sexual arousal. She was trembling slightly. She seemed incredibly horny. I could see her sex fluid already staining the crotch of her panties. Peter stood behind her. His arms were around her, his were moving up and down her nearly naked body. He squeezed and fondled her big, soft tits, then slid his hands down and stroked her cute little tummy. Then, to my surprise and delight, he slipped his hands down inside her panty and gave her wet vulva a squeeze. She gasped, and her body shuddered softly.

"Can you all excuse us for a moment, please?" she asked, very formally, with a huge smile. She and Peter turned and walked toward the bedroom. Just as they were going in the door, Peter's hand squeezed her ass and she giggled. As they walked into the bedroom he slid her panty down and I got a tasty glimpse of her round little naked ass. Then the bedroom door shut. 

There was another sex cartoon on the TV. It was Betty Boop. She was sucking on a huge penis (all the men in these things seemed to have outrageously large genitals) while another man fucked her from behind. Poor Betty was very badly drawn; she somehow reminded me of Egyptian heiroglyphics. I learned from that particular movie that, though Betty Boop has practically no tits, she has a remarkably large, bright red vagina. In the next scene Betty was laying on her back in bed, fucking an unending line of identical naked men, her hips gyrating in a strange repetitive way as man after man stuck his big, erect penis into her, then orgasmed on her stomach. It looked strangely mechanical. Somehow, it wasn't as racy as Bugs Bunny.

My husband's hand was between my legs, massaging my wet cunt. Something felt different. I looked at him. His other hand was in John's lap. He was playing with John's penis again, through his pants, just like he had in the car. I thought about Mickey Mouse sucking Goofy's cock. I thought about Bugs fucking Daffy in the asshole.

ThenI heard my voice say: "Fuck it. I can't take this any more. Let's just do this." 

I stood up and pulled off my top. I wiggled out of my shorts and panties until I was standing completely naked in front of them. Without a word, the boys immediately wriggled out of their pants and boxers and shirts. They sat back nude on the couch. God, their cocks looked good; hard and red and throbbing, sticking straight up in their laps! I wanted to suck them both. My husband reached over and touched John's naked dick, stroking it and masturbating it. John, in turn, leaned over and kissed my husband's penis, then leaned down and took its bulging head in his mouth. 

I knelt in front of them, pushed John's head away, and took both of their warm, hard cocks in my hands. 

"Slide close together so I can suck you," I said. They wiggled so close together that they practically sat on each other. I made them push their penises together so they touched. Then I fondled and licked and kissed their naked erections, taking them into my mouth, one at a time and together. It was an incredible feeling, to be sucking two hard, erect dicks! I felt completely absorbed in sex, swept away in a wave of erotic pleasure. I wanted to touch myself. I spread my legs open and put one hand into my crotch, sliding my fingers between the lips of my soaking wet slit to masturbate my clitoris.

I hadn't realized how sexually aroused I really was. The moment I touched my clit a wave of sweet, hot, sexual pleasure throbbed from my vulva all through me. I felt an orgasm begin to well up in me. I didn't want to cum without a penis inside me. I got up, pushed my husband over on the couch, straddled him, and guided his erection into my pussy. It was so sweet to feel a hard penis push all the way up into the depths of my vagina, to feel it rub on my pussy lips, to feel his body move against my horny, throbbing clitoris! 

I pumped my pelvis on him, working cunt closer and closer to orgasm. His cock penetrated me again and again, stroking me all the way from my cunt lips to deep inside my tingling vagina! His pubis pressed over and over against my hard, tender little clit! Erotic sensations shook me, and I felt my orgasm rising sweetly inside! Then I came! I orgasmed hard! I screamed and my cunt and pelvis and whole body spasmed uncontrollably and waves and torrents of pleasure washed through my whole body, my whole self! I came over and over! My whole body was shaken by sweet spasms of sex, until my orgasms finally subsided and I collapsed on my husband in a blissful heap.

After a while I got up. I was filled with a lazy, relaxed sensuality. I wanted more sex. I wanted more orgasms. John was still sitting on the couch, rock hard dick in hand. My husband was laying beside me. I had somehow ended up on the floor. My husband's penis was still erect. Sometimes he does that; he avoids cumming so that he can give me as much sexual pleasure as possible. I love him for that.

I smiled at the boys. I could practically taste their erections. "Let's take care of you guys, shall we?" Then I thought about Lillian and her boyfriend, having sex in the other room. I was filled with a sudden desire to watch them fuck. I suggested we go in the bedroom. "We can all orgy together," I said. 

"Great!" said John, "I like to orgy together." I believed him. 

We all got up and went into the bedroom. The boys were behind me. One of them, I don't know which, caressed my ass as we were walking, running his fingers up my asscrack, stroking my anus. I think it was John. 

Lillian had the biggest kingsized bed I have ever seen. She had dozens of pillows which were scattered all over the place. The covers and blankets were in a pile on the floor. Lillian and her boyfriend were fucking, writhing naked together on the bed. It was beautifu. Peter was on top. His face was pressed against Lillian's breasts and his hand was in her crotch. He was sucking her nipples and masturbating her clitoris while he fucked her. I love that. I watched him pump his cock in and out of her. She had twined her legs around his to pull him into her cunt. She squirmed and gyrated and moaned under his body. 




Going to the Movies with Lillian



I sat down on the edge of the bed. My heart was pounding. My vagina was dripping wet. My nipples felt tight and hard. The guys came over to stand in front of me. Their penises were looked delicious, so naked and erect. My husband stood on one side, John on the other. Their dicks were sticking straight out. I felt an urge to touch their testicles. I put my hands between their legs and stroked their warm balls through their damp, curly pubic hair. Their scrotums were tight with excitement. I played with the tender, wrinkled skin of their testicle sacs, then leaned over and smelled each of them. I love the smell of testosterone; I love that sweet musky scent of male arousal. I rubbed my face against each of their penises in turn, and kissed them, luxuriating in the intensely sensual feeling of the pulsing veins and smooth, warm skin of aroused cocks against my face and lips.

As I fondled their erect dicks, the boys played with my breasts. They stroked and squeezed my tits and pinched and pulled on my nipples. I loved it. It was exactly what I wanted. John knelt down and began sucking my nipples, first one, then the other. Waves of pleasure washed through my tits, right down into my cunt and clitoris. The sexual feeling in my vagina and clit, and in my whole body, was was getting more and more intense. I felt a little dizzy, like I was going for a nasty, thrilling sexual carnival ride. 

I had to fuck. I lay back on the bed so that one of them could take me, but then my husband said he had to take a piss. The John said that he had to piss too. They promised to make it quick. It was a little frustrating, and it struck me as a little strange. Men don't usually go to the bathroom together. An image of John kneeling on the bathroom floor, sucking my husband's cock, flashed across my mind. I imagined myself playing with the two men's assholes while they sucked on each others' hard dicks. That made me feel better. I pressed on my clit a little to kind of hold me over, snuggled up against a pile of pillows, and lay on my side to look at Lillian's tits. 

As I lay there watching Lillian fuck, intense exhibitionistic impulses came over me. I wanted Lillian to see me naked and ready for sex. I wanted her to see how horny I was, how hot and juicy my vagina was. I opened my legs so Lillian could look at my cunt. She was on top now, straddling Peter, her legs and belly and ass and torso moving sinuously as she worked his erect penis inside of her. Her big, round breasts were bouncing softly. She looked at me and smiled sensuously, her eyes half shut with pleasure, gazing at my open pussy while she fucked. Her mouth was open. She was breathing hard. I could see her tongue moving in a licking motion just inside her lower lip. 

I stroked my body, squeezing my breasts and pulling on my nipples while I watched her. My pussy was tingling with excitement, throbbing with sweet sexual feeling. I slid my fingers between my vaginal lips and touched my hard little clitoris. It was stiff and tender and hot. I stroked it and a pulse of sexual pleasure throbbed through my cunt and ass and body. I spread my legs wider and softly caressed my vaginal lips and asshole with my fingertips. My pussy and anus felt exquisitely warm and wet and slippery when I touched them. 

I shut my eyes and masturbated, wondering what was taking the guys so long in the bathroom. I wondered if they were playing with each others' dicks. I wondered if they were sucking on each other's penises. The thought made me so horny that my clit spasmed and a little bolt of pleasure pulsed through my body. I must have moaned, because Lillian smiled broadly at me as she steadily, sensuously fucked her boyfriend's cock.

My husband later told me that he and John had, indeed, had some man sex in the bathroom. When they were at the toilet peeing John had reached over and grabbed my husband's cock, so my husband had grabbed John's hard dick in return. They masturbated each other's erections for a moment, then John had gotten down on his knees and sucked on my husband's dick until my husband couldn't stand it any more and had to return to me.

So the boys came back. I was laying on my back on the bed, fondling my cunt. John climbed up over my face, straddled me, and lowered his beautiful, throbbing penis into my open, waiting mouth. I love the taste of an erect cock. I sucked on him eagerly, savoring the feel of his warm sexual flesh against my tongue and lips and throat. As I sucked I felt John kiss my masturbating hand. Then he gently moved my hand aside and kissed the lips of my vagina, then pressed his face against my vulva, found my clit with his tongue, and began eating me. It was incredible! I moved my hips against his face, rubbing myself against himas he licked my hard, tender clitoris over and over. 

John was fucking my mouth, gently moving his hard cock in and out between my hungry lips. I felt like I was going to orgasm again. I had to fuck. I pulled away from my husband's penis, grabbed John by the hair, and pulled him up me. Then I pushed him over on the bed, mounted his face, leaned over on his body, and took his hard dick in my mouth. I knew my husband would know what to do, and he did. As John licked my tender, throbbing, pussy and I sucked on his delicious cock, my husband slid his erect penis right up my vagina! It felt so good! Intense waves of sexual pleasure shot through my body. 

We began fucking in a steady, urgent rhythm. I took John's prick all the way into my mouth again and again, tasting and savoring his excitement, his tongue working faster and faster on my clit. My husband stroked his dick deeper and deeper into my vagina. I felt like his penis was going all the way up inside me. I felt like my whole body was filled with hot, sexually charged cock.

Then I heard Lillian orgasm on the bed beside me! She cried out sharply: "Oh God! Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh yes!" She gasped and panted and moaned. Thrills of excitement coursed through me as I listened to her cum, erotic thrills of sensation pulsed from my clit and pussy and I felt an orgasm welling up inside.

Then I couldn't stand it any more. I exploded in pleasure! I screamed and my body shook and spasmed as wave after wave of intense, exquisite sexual feeling pulsed in my cunt and my clitoris, down my legs, up my spine, filling me, obliterating my existence in throbbing, pulsing ecstasy! 

I came again and again, panting and convulsing in pleasure. Every time I thought the orgasm was over, my husband's cock would penetrate my spasming cunt and John would lick my clitoris and ecstatic sensation would fill me and I would cum again. Finally, my husband's penis spasmed and throbbed with electric sexual feeling and I orgasmed again as he shot spurt after spurt of semen up my vagina. I don't know when John had his climax, but when my orgasms finally settled down I noticed that I had sperm in my mouth and all over my face.

When my husband rolled off my naked, satiated body, and I rolled off John, Lillian was laying there beside me, smiling. She scooted over and kissed me deeply. Giggling, she licked the sperm off my face and kissed me again. Then she slid up my body, lay on top of me, and gave me her breasts to suck. I took her big, erect nipples in my mouth, one at a time, and savored their sweet erotic feeling as I suckled them. I sucked her until she had a little spasm of pleasure. I realized then that she had been masturbating. We lay nestled together for a little while.

Then I missed my husband's touch. He was laying beside us. I disentangled from Lillian and snuggled into his arms and we fell asleep.

The next morning John and Peter were gone. My husband and I showered together (we fucked in the shower) and Lillian made us breakfast. After breakfast we all kissed and hugged goodby (my husband told me later that Lillian had grabbed his cock when she hugged him) and my husband and I went home. 

That was the only orgy we ever had with Lillian. We had another orgy with John, some months later, but that was the last orgy we ever had. I'll tell you about that some time. After that John found a nice girlfriend, whom he eventually married. Lillian and Peter broke up and Lillian moved to another city. We saw her a few years later, but it was disappointing. She was working on her second divorce and her third child. She had gotten very fat and had found religion. She wasn't nearly as much fun to be with any more.

So we have been pretty monogamous since then. We like to talk about that time, though, and ever since that time we have enjoyed looking at erotic movies together whenever we can. We watch sexy, naked, boys and girls finger and stroke and masturbate each other and lick and fuck and cum, and my vagina gets really hot and wet and juicy, and then my husband eats me and sucks my nipples and pushes his cock up into my pussy and masturbates my clit and I have orgasms, and it's really, really nice. In fact, it's my favorite thing in the whole world to do. 



Going to the Theater



Margaret felt way over dressed. She had on a gorgeous black dress that was a bit too tight and maybe a little too short. She had decided to wear silk stockings and garter belt without any panties. That always made her feel more sexy and Brad never objected. He liked it when she dressed that way and they went out.. Had they been in some high class nightclub she would have fit right in.

However, here they were in an adult theater in a not so good part of town. It was dark, so dark in the theater as Brad followed her down the aisle. Her eyes weren't adjusting to the darkness very well as she tried to find a row with nobody on it. She found one and had to feel her way down 3-4 seats from the wall. She could feel the stares of some of the men they had passed on the way in. She was used to it though as she was a very sexy and attractive woman.

As she settled into her seat her eyes were drawn to the beautiful woman on the screen. She was blond with alabaster skin, a great body and gorgeous breasts that were full and appeared to be natural, not bought. She had long legs and a sweet shaved pussy. Margaret had been with women before and she liked them better when they were shaved. A pussy was just so much more sexy looking that way. That's why she shaved hers. That and Brad liked it that way. She'd do anything to please Brad.

Margaret's eyes began to adjust to the darkness of the theater and as she began to look around she felt Brads hand slip between her thighs. She spread them a little wider to accommodate him easier access and felt his hand go straight to her pussy. Brad began to touch her the way he knew she liked. Brad was a master at it. He knew just where to touch and when to drive her up a wall. She spread her legs wider and felt her short dress slide up her thighs to her stomach exposing her pussy to the cool air. She basked in the feeling as she looked around the theater.

There were 12-15 people there, all men. Most seemed busy with what was happening on the screen in front of them and Margaret suspected most were playing with themselves. Oh well, she thought, I've got Brad here to play with me. She felt his hand tugging on her clit and slid her ass forward in her seat, closed her eyes and enjoyed the erotic sensations of the moment. She felt Brad shift in his seat and followed his gaze across the aisle from them to where two guys were sitting.

The guy in the aisle seat had his cock out and the guy next to him was stroking it up and down. Although she'd never know Brad to have a homosexual experience, she knew things like that always seemed to turn him on. He was watching intently and she noticed that he had removed his cock from his pants and was slowly stroking it.

Suddenly, she felt movement on the other side of her. She turned slightly and saw there was someone sitting two seats from her! He was wearing dark clothes and see didn't see him when she chose this row. She then thought about Brads hand on her pussy and the fact that her dress was pulled up to her waist and started to pull it down. Then she reasoned that he'd been there the whole time and he'd already seen as much as he could.

Trying not to be obvious that she was looking she tried to get a better look at the guy. He was a big man, his knees up on the seat in front of him. Then she saw that he had his cock out and was stroking it slowly. Then, to her horror, she realized that he was black! Oh god! she thought. Here I am a girl raised in the south and I'm sitting in an adult theater, next to a black man, stroking his cock in front of me.

She suddenly felt flushed. Her gaze turned toward the screen and she saw the beautiful blonde girl walking down a path in a wooded area.. It was obviously some kind of nature trail or something. She had on a skimpy, short summer dress that did little to cover up her sexy body. The girl turned when she heard someone say hi and the camera panned in to show a black man, very athletic, dressed in short running shorts, tennis shoes and a tight tank top. The blond girl smiled back and they started a conversation that Margaret couldn't keep up with as her mind was reeling.

Her gaze then turned back to the guy next to her and she was now able to see the cock he'd been stroking. Her eyes widened as they focused in on it. It was huge! He held it at the base of his cock and she could still she 8-9 inches of it above his fist! She watched as he slowly moved his hand up, up and up his huge black cock. When he got to the top, his thumb and forefinger circled the head of his shaft and she could see that his cock was so thick his fingers wouldn't even touch!

She watched as he slowly began to slide his hand back down the length of his cock. It was so black and glistened wetly in the dark. The light skin of his palm was an erotic contrast to his giant black cock. She felt herself shutter at the sight. Her gaze turned away from his cock and looked into his face. He was smiling at her as their eyes met. He then glanced down at Brads hand still working in her pussy, then back to her eyes.

Margaret looked away back to the screen. As her mind focused on what was happening there, she saw the blond now down on her knees in front of the stranger she just met. Both her hands were wrapped around his black cock and her tongue began to circle the tip just before she began to ever so slowly slide it in her mouth. Her lips were stretched obscenely around his thick cock. She took as much of it in as she could then began to slowly slide her mouth back up to the tip leaving the shaft glistening wet. How erotic!

Margaret's mind began to race in so many different directions of excitement. She turned to look at Brad and saw he was still intently watching the guys across the aisle. Now the guy in the aisle seat was moving his cock in and out of the other guys mouth. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed as his cock was being engulfed by the mouth of his friend. Brad was still stroking his cock slowly but now it was hard and at full mast. Margaret whispered words to Brad that he never heard. He was in a world of his own. Margaret again turned her gaze to the screen.

They were both naked now and she was quite taken at the beauty of it all. A beautiful fair skinned blond, breasts swaying back and forth as the handsome black guys held her head between his hands and fucked his huge black cock in and out of her mouth. It was then she realized that the man next to her had slipped into the seat right next to her! She looked to his lap and saw that he had pulled his pants down to his knees and was cupping his huge balls in his hands rolling them back and forth.

Her eyes followed his massive cock upward as it lay on his belly and the tip actually touched his chest! As he continued to fondle his balls Margaret did something she never would imagined she would ever do. She reached over and took his black cock into her hand. It was so hard and so smooth. So black against her white hand and so thick her fingers wouldn't even reach around it. She looked at him and his smile was warm. He was aware of the big step she'd just taken and wouldn't do anything to force the issue. He simply sat back and let her go at her own pace, doing what she wanted to.

Margaret was amazed at the length and thickness of the black cock in her hand. She began to slide her fist along the length of it ever so slowly inch by inch until she got to the top. Her thumb then began to circle the head and slit spreading his pre-cum around the head making it glisten wetly. She felt him tense and she knew she had hit the right spot. It excited her to know he was turned on by what she was doing. She felt Brad shift in his seat and as she turned she saw he was no longer looking across the aisle.

His eyes were now intently focused of her hand wrapped around a huge black cock. She didn't have to wait for a reaction as Brad looked at her with a big smile and told her to go for it if she wanted. Then his gaze went back to her hand and the long hard black cock of the man sitting next to her. Margaret, now knowing that Brad was as turned on as she was began to get a little more bold. She began to work her fist up and down the length of the cock developing a smooth rhythm that soon had her friend thrusting his hips up and down as if he were fucking her hand.

He then moved his hand over the armrest and slid it between her legs and up to her pussy. She looked down and watched as both Brads fingers and his large black fingers moved in and out of her wet pussy. She moved her legs wide apart and could see their fingers wet from her juices. Margaret began to slump down in her seat from the ecstasy she was feeling. Her head was lying against the shoulder of the man she was stroking. As close a she was she couldn't resist the temptation and moved her head down to the black cock, opened her mouth wide and let her lips circle the head of the massive cock. Comfortable now that she had taken such a big step she continued downward until she felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat.

She then began to work her mouth up and down the length of his cock and could feel his fingers move wildly in and out of her pussy to the same rhythm as she was sucking his cock. Brad had moved around in front of her to get a better view of what was happening and knelt down in front of her and began licking her clit above the big black fingers sliding in and out of her cunt. Margaret felt herself approaching an orgasm and tried to delay it and let it build.

However, that wasn't going to happen as the tongue on her clit and the cock like fingers moving in her pussy was just too much. She whimpered as the orgasm began to roll through her body. Never had she had such an intense orgasm and never had it continued to roll on and on for so long! Margaret could now feel the cock in her mouth begin to swell and knew that their new friend was about to spew hot cum down her throat.

She picked up the pace now and added her fist around his shaft sliding it up and down the length of his cock along with her mouth. She felt him tense and rise off her seat and the first barrage of hot cum hit the back of her throat. She began to swallow and then another hit, then another and soon even though she was swallowing massive amounts of his hot cum it still dribbled down her chin and down the length of his black cock.

As his orgasm subsided she began to lick up the lost cum that had escaped from her eager mouth to his cock and balls. Just then she felt hot cum being spurted on her pussy and stomach as Brad pumped his cock in his hand and then began to smear it like an artist paints a canvas.

Spent, they all settled back into their seats. Then the black man leaned over, extended his hand to Brad and said, "Hi, I'm John. Y'all come here often?"