0 comments/ 51862 views/ 1 favorites Hot Summer Nights By: Eagle1 Christ it was hot. The August sun beat down on my body as I worked in the hills around the ranch. The sweat was pouring out of my pores like water through a sieve. I took my Stetson off my head so that I could wipe the salty drops of water off my forehead, and out of my hair and eyes. Standing back, I surveyed my handiwork along the edge of the field while I sat on the back of the pick-up drinking a beer I had brought with me. It was blazing hot, but with satisfaction I observed that I had finished mending this line of fencing for the last few miles and that my work in this field was now finally finished. My muscles ached from the strain of a good day's work, and I leaned back and thought how much I just wanted a long, hard fuck. So I took another swig from my bottle and dreamed. I thought considering the events of the past few weeks that this was going to be a great summer. But there hadn't been as much fucking this month as I would have liked. In point of fact I hadn't even gotten laid in the last two weeks and I was so damn horny a stiff breeze gave me a boner like granite. And I knew the cause of my problems too. His name was Michael John O'Donnell, but better known to his friends and acquaintances as Jack. That was the prick Laurie was now screwing. Although, since he was her fiancé, I guess I couldn't begrudge him some of her tail, now could I? But he was still keeping her from my bed and that was unacceptable. And Jack was an ass, no doubt about it. He was the son of one of the Old Man's business partners. It was hoped their wedding would cement the family fortunes. How fucking medieval. The happy day had been set for late September that same year in order to take advantage of the warm days of Indian Summer. Man, I can tell you I didn't like his greasy look from the moment I first caught sight of him on his arrival. Laurie had seemed excited enough to see him though, which figured considering he had enough looks and money to make her happy. He'd definitely make a better match than me or Greg or Steve in the money department. Not that we wanted to get married or anything. We were just going off to college. Which I suppose was the whole point. She wasn't fucking us anymore, even if we were better in bed. Maybe we weren't though. My ego found the idea hard to believe. Jack's visit had left us in a predicament. You see we had pretty much gotten used to oiling our dicks in Laurie's pussy whenever we had taken a shine to it. And that sure beat going into town on a Friday or Saturday night to see if we could get lucky. Man, of all of us, Greg was taking it especially hard. It was hard to tell him that Laurie was more interested in Jack's clean crisp cash than in going steady with some sweaty ranch hand. And, as the first of us to bone her, I think he may actually have had a genuine crush on the bitch. The best Steve and I could do for him was get him drunk and laid as often as possible. It's just that the prospects for the latter hadn't been all that good lately. In a few weeks we'd all be leaving for school anyway. I just hoped that I could hold out until then. This was all on my mind as I pulled the cotton tank-top undershirt back over my bare muscled torso. I'm a pretty big boy in many ways. I stand at six foot, three inches in my bare feet. I lettered in varsity football, wrestling and baseball in high school. I'd been working out pretty hard and steady since I was thirteen years old. My frame was densely packed with over two hundred twenty ripped pounds of pure bred, all American muscle. By the summer I'd turned eighteen and fucked Laurie for the first time, I'd already had sex with over seventy women. It helped that I was packing an amazing dick in my pants, almost ten inches long and very thick. But for all my obvious looks, charm and other attributes that I had going for me, it hadn't helped me one bit since Jack arrived. I sighed and stowed the rest of the gear in the back of the pick-up and drove off to the main house. Part of what had brought Jack in from the big city was business and part was the yearly rodeo. The rodeo was happening in the next few days and it was the highlight of the social calendar around these parts. People came from all over the state for the parties and to see the events. No doubt Jack also wanted to suck up to his future father too considering how close the wedding was. There was no reason to believe whatsoever that he had come just to visit Laurie. He had the look of a man who was used to getting his way and I'm sure his bed was seldom empty, even if he had to pay someone to fill it. Besides the Old Man was a Praise Jesus, God fearing, Christian man and Heaven help you if he thought anything untoward was going on because he'd come down on you like the Wrath of the Lord God Almighty Himself, Amen. It was a wonder that we hadn't gotten caught this summer with all our sexual escapades. But I tell you something, I couldn't so much as cop a feel from one of the maids in the big house, let alone get any nookie, they were that scared of him. The ranch had been pretty deserted these last few days as people were off, running errands in town, and getting ready for the next few day's events. The Old Man always let his hands enter the events, and it was an opportunity to show off his prize stock. I pulled into the drive near the barn and unloaded my gear, walking up to the big house. Steve and Greg were in town with the Old Man as he made some last minute purchases, helping his wife carry all the stuff she'd need for the big barbeque she always held after the last event of the rodeo. They invited damn near a thousand or more people, so Steve and Greg had their work cut out for them hauling bulk bags of ribs and other groceries. I needed to return the car keys to the Old Man's office in the house. Since only a few of the other hands were down in the barn, I figured the house would be empty with the maids in town. No doors on the big house were ever locked up because someone was always around, coming or going. I went in the back door, through the kitchen, and into the office to set the keys on their hook. If the boys and I were going out tonight I'd better take a shower before everyone came back and I needed to fight for one of the shower stalls. As I was walking towards the back door to leave, I heard something that gave me pause. It sounded like giggling. "Awww, baby," said a muffled, whiny, male voice, "Let me have just have a little." "I can't," pleaded his female accomplice, "If daddy finds us, he'll cut your pecker off." The female voice belonged to Laurie, no doubt about it. I had heard it often enough in the dark, under the covers, and in the light of day. I moved slowly back towards the sounds of their voices. There was more muffled conversation I couldn't make out and more laughter. "Come on, Laurie, I'll risk it," he told her. It was definitely Jack talking. So the sly devil was getting some under the Old Man's nose. And in the Old Man's house! He had some balls, I'll give him that much. I always figured he wasn't the type who sampled his bride for the first time after the vows had been taken. "Oh, all right," said Laurie playfully. There was some fumbling, the sounds of a zipper, clothing hitting the hardwood floor. "Now that's what I'm talking about, girl," I heard him say playfully. I still didn't dare to go any further in case I made a noise, but from the sound of the action, she might have been going down on him. He kept groaning in pleasure. "That's right, baby," he told her, "Suck it harder." Well that answered that question. Sex. It had been too long for me, and I wanted to see the action. I moved closer to the sound of the voices. Looking into the parlor, I finally saw them. Or at least I saw their reflection in the full-length mirror that was in its stand against the far wall. Laurie was sucking him good style. Neither of them was aware of my presence. If I took five more steps I would be standing right in front of them. As it was I was hidden from their view, unless they looked at my reflection in the mirror. Jack was on the couch with his pants down around his ankles, and his shirt unbuttoned, his powerful chest covered with a dark patch of hair. Laurie was nearly naked on her knees on the floor, working his dick in her mouth. Jack may have had a dick that would make a porn star proud, but it was obvious that his tall rod was just not in my Olympian league. Laurie's dress was on the floor beside the couch. All she had on were a pair of frilly little panties. My dick twitched as I watched them, thinking of how many times she had gone down on me like that. Then I realized for the first time that Jack was aware of my presence. He could see me looking at them through the mirror, but with her back to the glassy surface mirror Laurie couldn't. Our eyes meet, but he made no move to otherwise acknowledge my presence. Then Jack used his arms to pull her up to him. "I want to be inside you baby," he said urgently. "Jack, no," she pleaded, "We can't." "It's not like we haven't done it before," he said, "Haven't you missed it?" "Of course I have," she sighed, although I knew the truth. She hadn't been missing anything. "But what if someone comes home?" "We'll be through by then," he said firmly, "I just want a quickie." He had no respect for me, I knew that. He saw me only as a ranch hand. Nor would it have mattered to him if he had known that in a few weeks I was going off to a better college than he had gone to. What mattered was that he could do this and he had seen the desire written in my eyes as I had watched her mouth work around his shaft, her perfect round ass bobbing up and down in the mirror. "Come on," he said, demanding. She seemed resigned to the act. Slowly she moved up to straddle him on the couch, grinding her panties against his dick. How could she stand it knowing he was no where near my thickness or length? But stand it she must. Hell, no doubt she was enjoying it. He was at least as big, if not bigger, than Greg or Steve. His fingers moved to probe her pussy, moving her panties aside, so that his fingers could explore her slit. In spite of herself she let out a moan of pleasure as he hit the spot that would make her juices begin to flow. I felt the bulge in my crotch grow thicker and iron hard. He teased her for what seemed like forever. Then he positioned her to accept his steely rod, making sure that I was paying full attention to what he was doing. His dick slipped past her pussy lips as she slowly sank down onto him. Jack was caught up in her pussy, but something must have gotten his attention, because he paused just for a moment. Misunderstanding his pause, she began to move up and down on him. He put his hands on her hips, so that he could begin his thrusts up into her again. I moved my hand to stroke my cock through my pants. "Oh, God," he moaned, thrusting his meat into her. "That's it Jack," she called out, although I thought not as enthusiastically as when she was with me, in fact I considered maybe even a little mechanically, "Fuck me with your hard dick." Her pussy contracted around his prick, her lips clinging to the side of his shaft, which was slick with the moisture from her pussy. Her panties were still pulled to the side to so that his dick could fill her hole. "Jesus," he moaned. He fixed his gaze on me, denying me the pleasure he was experiencing. His mouth was a smirk, not a smile. The eyes though, they held contempt, not pleasure. Everything about him said to me, 'Wish you were here, don't you?' And at that moment I couldn't deny it, I did. He must have been overly excited with an audience present or maybe he was just quick that way if you know what I mean. The thrusts of his prick became more urgent, until he was slamming into her cunt. It was obvious that he was going to cum. Then the final thrust, hips straining to push into her, as his balls let loose inside her cunt. I turned on my heel and left just as quickly as he had cum. I rushed back to my room, grabbed a towel, and headed for the shower. As soon as I was inside the stall, my boner strained forcefully out in front of me. I needed to relieve the pressure. My hand curled around my shaft, and I stroked the length of my long, thick cock under the hot water, wishing that it was Laurie's hot cunt instead of my tight fist. I was so excited it didn't take more than a few minutes before I shot my semen out the tip of my dick, firing across the shower. When I was finished, I resignedly wrapped a towel around myself and headed back to my room. That's where I found Jack waiting for me. "Marc, right?" he asked, in his languid voice, not really meant as a question. "Yeah," I said matter-of-factly. He got up from off the edge of the bed where he had been sitting. "Did you like that show back there, Marc?" he asked, really emphasizing my name, "Did you get off watching me fuck my future wife?" I took a step into the room, crossing my arms menacingly. "What exactly is it you want, man?" I asked him, flexing my eighteen inch guns as intimidatingly as possible. Jack was not impressed, and I was not surprised. We were pretty well matched. At about the same height, each of us had the ripped and shredded bodies of young hard amateur bodybuilders. His own biceps stretched the sleeves of his polo shirt and I thought he might even have a couple pounds on me, although being four years younger than him I was just as large. "Listen here pussy-boy," he said, standing up menacingly, and getting in my face, "I know something's going on. I saw the way you looked at her, man." This antagonistic, territorial behavior was really starting to piss me off. He'd do better to leave well enough alone. "Hmmm," I said, rolling it around in my mouth, "So, you think something's going on? What would a pencil dick like you know about it?" His face flashed in anger. I bet no one had even had the balls to call him that, but compared to me he was. "Maybe there is," I further egged him on, pressing my advantage, "You do know don't you that she's a slut man. Did you like the feel of her pussy? Didn't you notice the way it was all stretched out from the last time I fucked her? The last real man to fuck her." I grabbed my package right then through the fabric of the towel. Jack was pissed. The scrappy bastard got right in my face then. His chest against mine. "You've never fucked her!" he said, his words blazing. I was an all state wrestling champ. I figured I could probably wipe the floor with him, given time, but any scrape with the Old Man's future son would of course have meant losing my job, even if the satisfaction of laying him out stone cold flat on his ass would have been worth it. Thankfully, Steve and Greg chose that moment to walk through the door before my temper got the better of me. It also gave Jack an opportunity to reconsider getting into anything right there and then. "You are nothing!" he said emphatically, looking me up and down contemptuously, "Fuck the cows if you want, but stay the hell away from Laurie! You are just a cow-hand and," he added, stressing each syllable, "You'll never be man enough to make her happy!" With that Jack stormed past Steve and Greg and headed off back up to the house. "What the hell was all that about?" asked Steve, as Greg looked at me expectantly. "C'mon," I said, "Let's get a beer, and I'll tell you about it." * * * Copyright © 2001, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. May be reprinted without permission of author in materials distributed free of charge or on websites where there is no fee charged for access, provided this copyright notice is attached. Hot Summer Nights The Jungle Bar in the Menzies Hotel was already nearly full when I arrived just after 7.00 pm. The Jungle Bar was renowned as a bar for sailors on leave as there was always an abundance of beautiful young ladies and the sailors were always cashed up. However, occasionally there were no boats in harbour - this was one of those weekends. There were 10 ladies to every male in the bar, and they were looking hot, very hot. It was going to be a great night! I went straight to bar, ordered Jack Daniels, plenty of ice with a dash of coke - my drink of choice. With drink in hand, I took out the keys, found the door and made my way into the booth. I left the light off, but switched on everything else, checked and double checked everything to ensure that I was ready. I was as ready as I would ever be. I was nervous, it was my first time solo, my stomach churned, my pulse raced, the sweat was pouring off me. I tried to convince myself that it was just the heat of the night, but I was scared! It was late January, 1984. The temperature was still in the low 40s and was not expected to get below 20 overnight as it had been for most nights over the past week. As the clock got closer to 7.30 my nerves increased, I didn't think I could do it, the first JD was gone and I was well into my second - I never drank while I worked, by the time I started the first record at 7.30, I thought that I was going to throw up but as the sounds rang out through the bar and people started to drift onto the dance floor, I began to calm down - I could do this, it would be easy. As I turned on the light to illuminate the booth, heads turned to check out the new DJ. At the end of the first song, I introduced myself and went straight into the second song. That's when I saw them for the first time. They had just arrived and taken seats just to the left of the booth. They were, quite simply, stunning. The first girl wore a red tank top with a black mini skirt. She had large round breasts that strained against the top, desperately trying to free themselves. Her mini skirt appeared to be sprayed on - it hugged her hips as if it was a size and half a too small. She looked good... and she knew it. Her friend had on a pink camisole with a black mini, slightly different from her friend but equally as well fitted. She was more petite and as she walked, I was certain that I could see glimpses of pink knickers. Yes, it was going to be a great night. I couldn't take my eyes off these two ladies as they danced. They had started to dance with a couple of guys shortly after they arrived. It was shortly after 9.00pm when they came to the door of the DJ booth. "Hi, what's your name? You're new aren't you? Where's Steve the usual DJ? I'm Anita and this is Katie." "I'm Max," I answered. "Steve's working on the Oriana for the next two weeks, so I guess you're stuck with me!" "Could be worse!" Anita replied with cheeky grin. We swapped more small talk and they gave me a few tips as to the types of songs to play and made a couple of requests. Their first request was for Nutbush City Limits, the second was for the Time Warp. I put on Nutbush several songs later and was mesmerised watching both Katie and Anita move on the dance floor. Katie's nipples got harder and more erect the more she danced and Anita's body oozed pure sex appeal, by the time I got to put on Time Warp several songs later, I was in lust! When the song got to the chorus, both girls were facing me and thrusting their pussies in my direction. Katie's knickers were pink and Anita's were white, both looked wet, and I was drooling!! They came up to the booth straight after the dance; Anita looked straight at my cock, clearly visible in my jeans. "You must have really enjoyed that dance," she giggled, turned to walk away. "Could you go to the bar for me?" I asked. "I'll buy a drink for you and Katie if you get one for me." "OK," she replied. I told her what I wanted and she returned shortly with the drinks. As the evening progressed, both Katie and Anita came to the booth both to talk and request songs, we been had really hitting it off well. They had been dancing with many different guys as the night went on and if any started to get heavy, they gave them the flick. At 11.30pm when I played my last song, they were still on the dance floor but by the time I had packed up my gear they were nowhere to be seen. I was disappointed but I'd had a great night and nothing was going to spoil it. As I walked out of the bar, Anita was outside having an argument with one of the guys she'd been dancing with earlier. Katie was standing near her, saw me coming and mouth "HELP" as I approached. "There you are," I said, grabbing Anita by the arm as I got close enough. "I'm going! I didn't know where you'd got to and here you are chatting up some guy - You give me the shits!" I turned to Katie and asked if she was coming or staying. She grabbed Anita and dragged her after me. They both thanked me we got out to the back of the Hotel, all pissing ourselves laughing. We chatted for about 15mins and I asked if they needed a lift home. The heat of the night hit us all as we left the Hotel and they told me that they were living at Bondi and that they would find their own way home. "What sort of 'boyfriend' would I be if I made you find their own way home?" I smirked and after a little persuasion, they agreed to the lift. We arrived at their flat shortly after 2 am, Anita made me a drink, "DJ, rocks - dash of coke," she said as she handed it to me. We moved to the lounge room and Katie and I sat down and Anita excused herself. She returned 5mins later, her hair wet, wearing a red chemise. "That's much better," she said as she sat down. "I feel so much better after that shower." She was beautiful and again I felt myself staring. I turned to Katie but she had gotten up and was walking to the door, "I'm having a shower too," she said as she disappeared down the hall. I couldn't get my eyes off Anita, her nipples were clearly visible through her top and her pussy lips strained in the knickers. My cock was so hard that it was beginning to hurt and when Katie returned to the room with black and blue baby doll on, I thought I was going to cream my pants. Her breasts were much smaller than Anita's but her nipples were huge - and erect. They kept making me drinks, each one stronger than the last; and I kept perving - I had given up all pretence of not looking and I told them how much I liked their 'sleep wear'. I was getting bolder as the JD took its effect. Anita's hand kept moving over her pussy as we talked, and every so often I got a glimpse of her glistening pussy lips. I had no way to tell if it was deliberate or not but I didn't care. I wanted to dive on her and taste her juices!! Katie's hand kept moving backwards and forwards over her sensational breasts as if she was attempting to keep her nipples erect. I loved what she was doing - I could almost taste them. If I had to decide which you to fuck first, I'd be lost - I wanted them both!! The more we talked the raunchier the conversation became, and eventually turned to sex and our sexual experiences. After telling of their experices with boys and the blow jobs they had given, Anita finally admitting that they had never actually gone all the way - (They were both virgins?) I had a great deal of trouble believing this but who was I to argue. They gave a multitude of reason for still having their virginity, hadn't meet the right guys, they were too young, it wasn't right, they wanted the guy to be special. I jokingly offered my services to help them out of this situation but again they just laughed, but they didn't say no!! Soon after my offer the girls announced that it was bed time, so I reluctantly got up to leave. They both stopped me, convincing me that I'd had far too much to drive, so they showed me to the spare room, I didn't take much convincing. I said good night. It was almost 4am, I was hot, sweaty and horny - my cock was still as hard as a rock and I would be sleeping metres from two of the hottest bodies I'd ever seen - I wanted to scream. I stripped down to my boxers and hoped that one or both would join me, but the flat soon fell into silence as slipped into a sound sleep to dreamt of what might have been. I was woken suddenly with a hand over my mouth and something over my eyes. A voice gave me very clear instructions, "Put this over your eyes. If you make a sound, this is over. If you don't do as I say, this is over. If you cum before you are told, this is over. Nod if you understand." I very quickly nodded my agreement. I had already put the blind fold over my eyes, it felt like a sleeping blindfold with elastic to keep it on but it was tight. I was a little scared but more excited. My cock had sensed that it was in for some action and had stood to attention, throbbing in anticipation. I still could not identify who this lady was, the scent filled my nose and I was straining to hear what she was saying. My senses seemed magnified as I strained to see her from under the blind fold. "Give me your hand," she demanded and I was quick to comply. I felt something soft being tied around my wrist and then pulled towards the bed post. "Now the other one, this is for my pleasure and not yours," she said as restricted my other hand. I lay there, totally exposed, totally vulnerable, a little scared, but extremely turned on!! I heard the light switch turn on, "Very nice," my mystery woman said as she removed my satin boxer shorts and ran her hand up and down my cock. "Remember my rules, you made no attempt to hide the fact that you were perving at us both, teasing us with stories of your sexual escapades - now I will find out if you are more than just talk! " she said as she took my pulsing cock into her mouth - this was heaven I thought, but as quickly as it had begun it was over. "You're enjoying that way too much," she said as she repositioned herself on my chest, "Now it's your turn to pleasure me and it better be good!" I still could not work out if this was Anita or Katie - I didn't care as I smelt her pussy as it approached my mouth. My tongue lashed out and found her pussy - It was already wet! Had my lovely lady had been already working on herself prior to her arrival in my room?. My tongue probed her sweet hole and when I flicked my tongue over her clit she moaned and instructed me to go faster and harder - I was more than happy to oblige! My lovely nymph reached around and grabbed my hard cock and slowly started to move her hand up and down my shaft. It felt sooooooo good! The speed at which my mystery lover thrust her pussy at me was becoming faster and her breathing more laboured and I continued to follow her instructions. Then she was gone! I couldn't see her or touch her; being tied up was starting to lose it appeal. I didn't know what had happened or where she had gone but soon understood as her pussy was again in my face but now my cock was in her mouth. I wanted to get my hands on her but the restraints held fast. I asked her to remove them so I could manoeuvre her to better please her, her response was to bite the head of my cock. "I told you not to speak," she said. "One more outburst and I'm gone." I went back to my job, if you could call it that. She was getting wetter and wetter and she squirmed more and more as she sucked my cock like it would be the last day of her life. "OH, GOD, I'M CUMMING!" she screamed as she ground her pussy into my face, and cum she did, with a flood of liquid over my face and into my mouth. It tasted like nectar, I licked and swallowed as much as I could, savouring its delightful taste. Then she was gone. I could hear movement in the room but had no idea what she was doing. "That wasn't bad," she said as I felt the bed move as she rejoined me. "Now for some real fun." While I couldn't see her, I felt her as she positioned herself over my cock and then slide it into her hungry pussy. She was tight and it took several attempts to get it into her and she moaned when she finally got the tip of my cock into her pussy. She slowly began to rise and then slowly fell again. It felt sensational - I had all of my cock inside her, I didn't know how long I would last before I came - she was so tight but I felt no resistance of a hymen. She stopped as she finally got all of me inside her but she soon rose up again and soon picked up the pace and we got into a steady rhythm. I just lay back and enjoyed, thrusting my cock into her to meet her as she came down. I desperately wanted to run my hands over her body and bring her breasts to my mouth and tease her nipples with my tongue and teeth. She seemed to sense my needs and brushed her breasts across my face and brought her nipple and placed it in my mouth. I was in heaven. I was with Anita, this breast was too big to be Katie's and the nipples weren't big enough - I wasn't complaining. "I'm going to cum," I said as our pace continued to increase. "OH, NO YOU'RE NOT!" she said. Exactly how are you going to stop me I thought, but again she seemed to read my mind, turning around, grabbing my balls and then squeezing hard - very hard. I let out a scream, it hurt that much that I was still breathing out as I felt my cock begin to dwindle inside her. Anita bottomed out with as much of my cock in her as was possible. I thought it was all over, but as she again brushed her beautiful breasts over my face, while I tried to catch her nipples as she did so, I felt my cock stir back to life and soon we were back into our stride, Anita driving harder and faster onto my cock. "Now you can cum," she said as her pace reached fever pitch, and I understood why as I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and then begin to pulse and her whole body relaxed as she released her juices. "Don't cum inside me," she said as I continued to drive my rock hard cock into her pulsating pussy. "Now," I said as I felt the storm brewing deep in my balls. She jumped off me and took me in deep her mouth. This was more than I could take. I exploded in her mouth and she did her best to take my seed, but I could feel its warmth as it filled her mouth and spilt out onto my body. "Now that was great!" Anita said as she moved off me. She undid my hands and they quickly grabbed her and draw her to me. We kissed and I reached up to remove my mask but she batted my hand away. "Only after I'm gone," she said as she kissed me for the last time, letting her tongue dance with mine, I could taste the salty reminisce of my cum still on her tongue. I heard the light switch turn off and she was gone. I was in LUST. I lay on the bed with my cock still semi hard, recalling what had just occurred. My hand went down and grabbed my cock, it was wet and sticky - no it hadn't been a dream. With my hand on my cock and a smile on my face, I drifted back off to sleep, not bothering to remove the mask, and dreamt of... ahhhhh... I was again woken by the feel of a hand on my cock and it wasn't mine. I assumed that it was Anita back for a second round but as I was joined on the bed and my hand began to explore the body I soon realised that it was Katie who had joined me in bed. "I was woken by the strange noises coming from this room a little while ago and my curiosity got the better of me and I just had to investigate - and what do I find - a naked man wearing a blind fold and his hand on his semi erect cock," said she. My hand began to explore her body and soon found her nipples - they were huge!! My fingers flicked, pinched and teased them into erection and then I brought them to my mouth so could I nibbled and sucked them - they were sensational!! I was enjoying the freedom to explore her body with my hands and I took her hand and brought it to my cock. She seemed reluctant to do anything. "Take it in your hand and wank me," I said but her hand still didn't move so I grabbed her by the wrist and showed her what I meant. She was soon moving her hand over my cock and playing with my balls like an expert. My hand wandered down to her pussy and my fingers sought out her clit which I started to rub in small circle. She let out a small moan and a bigger sigh as her body relaxed under my touch but as I tried to slip a finger into her silky pussy, she pulled my hand away as she moved her body away. I positioned myself for a 69er with my mouth and tongue going to work on her pussy lips and placing my hard cock near her mouth. "What are you doing?" she asked as my tongue hit her clit. "Eating your pussy," I replied "And I want you to suck my cock." Katie took the head of my cock into her mouth but did very little else. I was beginning to suspect that she had very little experience with men and may indeed be a virgin - my excitement level increased. "Suck it like it's an all-day sucker," I said. "Run your tongue over the head and up and down the shaft." Katie was a very quick learner and was soon giving me head like an expert. She continued to move her pussy to give me greater access for my tongue to tease and tantalise her, but any time I brought my hands near her pussy, she pushed them away. Taking the hint I allowed my hands to wander over her magnificent arse. Slapping her lightly and both of our intensities rose. I ran my finger over her puckered little hole and this made her body jerk, so becoming more daring I positioned my little finger over the top of it and pushed it into her tight arse hole. She took my cock out of her mouth and bit into my leg and began moving her arse onto my finger. I began working my finger in and out of her tight butt hole and from her increasing moans she was definitely enjoying the sensation. I removed my little finger out of her arse. "No, don't stop," she said in a hoarse, dreamy kind of voice, so I slipped my middle finger into her butt. She began to ride my finger, moving faster while pushing her pussy harder onto my probing tongue. Without warning, her body went tense and she came, screaming loud enough to wake everyone for miles. I could take no more and I sprayed my load over her face, she took my pulsing cock into her mouth and sucked the last drops of cum from my cock. "That was great," she said as she turned to join me on the bed. "I've never, I mean I didn't think it could feel so good, show me more." I was mesmerised as my hands continued to explore her body, tracing the contours of her face, her nose, and her ears. As my hand took in the feel of each I began to understand the tactile needs of the blind. I replaced my fingers with my tongue and mouth as I continued to explore her face, nibbling on her ear and ever so gently running my tongue down her cheek before kissing her, deeply, passionately, affectionately, wantonly, lustfully - she had possessed me and I could not get enough of her. Her hand found my cock, as my tongue continued to explore her body, stopping to take in the splendour of her breasts and nipples. Her nipples were hard but pliable, erect and drew me to them. Between my lust for her breasts and her hand working on my now very erect cock, I didn't know what to do next, every time I made a movement towards her pussy, I was turned away so it came as a surprise when Katie said "I want to feel your cock inside me - now!" I went to take off my mask but she placed her hand on top of it and said "No." My disappointment was only short lived she positioned herself on top of me and took my cock and guided it into her. She was extremely tight and I didn't think that she was going to be able to take me. "Relax and it will just slip in," I said. "If you remain tense it will hurt too much." As she relaxed my cock sunk further into her - I felt unbelievably tight but felt like my cock had been made just for her. When she finally got all of my cock into her she fell forward onto me "Don't move, just let me take in how great this feels," she said in a voice that made her sound like all of the strength had been taken out of her. Finally she sat up and began to rise and fall on my cock - I had never had sex that had made me feel this good. My hand went to find her clit and as I ran my finger over her tiny bud, I realised that something was wrong - I could stand it no longer, I whipped my mask off as Katie continued to ride my cock. The sight that greeted me shocked me - my cock deep in Katie's arse and her near hairless pussy staring me in the face. Hot Summer Nights Katie had her eyes closed as she rode my cock - she looked so erotic, so beautiful, so alive - her body was magnificent as I watched the rise and fall of her breast as she devoured my cock, giving herself over to lust. I placed more pressure on her clit with my fingers, this made her moan and as her body began to tense into orgasm, I slipped a finger into her pussy until it hit an obstruction - her hymen - she was a virgin! My finger entering her pussy made her eyes open and brought a smile to her lips. "OH, YES, MORE, MORE!" she cried as her body shook with orgasm. "I want you to take me, fuck me, I want to feel your cock in my pussy - If I'd have known that sex would make me feel like this, I'd have started years ago. Tell me what to do and I will do it!" I lifted her off my cock and lay her down beside me, kissing her hungrily as I tried to work out what to do next. "Are you sure that you want me to take your virginity?" I asked as I lift my mouth from hers. "OH YES, my whole body is tingling from what we have already done and something tells me that it is going to get better!!" Rolling her onto her back, I positioned my cock at the opening of her pussy. It glistened with her cum, her flaps looked like rose petals, opening to the sun as the tip entered her. It came to her hymen and before I could work out what to do, Katie had grabbed me by the arse, forcing me to thrust into her tearing her hymen in the process. With this out of the way I slowly started to move my cock in and out of her pussy, forcing it deeper with each thrust until I was fully inside her, pelvic bone to pelvic bone. Katie bit into my shoulder and began to cry as I slowly pulled my cock out of her before driving it back in again. "Are you alright?" I asked, thinking that I had gone too far too quickly. "OH yes, she replied, "It's hard to describe how wonderful it feels to have you inside me - my tears are from joy not pain - just fuck me, I don't ever want this feeling to stop." I needed no more encouragement, as our bodies found their natural rhythm, stroke after stroke as we enjoyed each other's bodies, my cock burning from the tightness of Katie's well lubricated pussy. I pulled out of her and turned her around and entered her from behind. Katie seemed to like this position more than missionary as it gave her greater freedom to dictate the pace that we fucked. Her pace continued to increase until her body went through a series of spasms as she again orgasmed and collapsed onto the bed, but I had not yet reached my climax. I rolled her onto her side, and in the 'spoon' position continued to drive my cock into her pussy while my hands explored her upper body, giving her breasts and nipples the attention that they deserved. I felt the pressure building up in my balls and pulled out of her, much to her dismay and sprayed my cum all over her, I can't ever remember cumming so much or feeling so good. We lay in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity before she said that she had better go back to her own bed. She kissed me god night and did the same to my cock, giggling as she left. I was woken at about 11 o'clock by noises in the kitchen, when I entered both Anita and Katie were having breakfast and acted as if nothing had happened, but both girls had faint love bites on their necks that I had left so that I could prove that what had happened was not just a dream. Over the next 12 months I 'saved' both Katie and Anita from men at the Jungle Bar and went back to their flat and played the same game - always Anita first, blind folded with my wrists cuffed to the bed post, followed 30 minutes after Anita had left by Katie. Katie and I left the blind fold on sometimes and removed it on others and we explored the full boundaries of each other's bodies. Once I suggested to Katie that she should come and join Anita and I and turn the session into a threesome, but she looked at me bewildered as if she had no idea what I was talking about and, as she took my cock deep into her butt, I didn't care... Hot Summer Nights The smell of the magnolia's and honeysuckle hung heavy in the air. She stood by the big window in her bedroom and listened to the sounds of the night. The crickets, as usual, lead the chorus of night sounds. Frogs could be heard down by the bayou waters' edge. The moss hanging from the trees made their soft shadows on the ground, with the help of a full moon. The thin, silk gown she wore did little to hide the body beneath it. Her breasts, slowly rising and falling with her breathing, were full and ripe. The tiny nipples that crowned them were shocking pink in contrast to her dark skin. Her flat stomach, well muscled from years of living a country life, was firm, but still one that a man could lavish his tongue on. This gave way to a trimmed delta of dark hair that rested between her well-toned legs. All in all, she was a woman that any man could lose his soul to with just the wink of an eye. Her name was Marie, and no man save one, would or could, know the pleasure that she could give. Her lush red lips longed for only one man. And that man was someone she had known, as only a woman could know a man, but once. Not overly tall or perfectly built, someone that most women wouldn't look at twice. But on that summer night, Marie had more than looked. Since then she had a burning desire deep within her, and a terrible tightness in her belly when she thought of him. It was a hot night in Algiers, across the river from New Orleans, when she had gone to a small bar, one that only the locals went to. As usual the place was crowded; filled with the smell of cigarettes, loud music, and sweaty people looking to find someone for the night. A woman like Marie was every man's goal. To watch her on the dance floor, the rhythmic way she moved her body, told of a night of loving that every man there wanted. Eyes were always on her hips or her breasts, and they all wanted to have their hands on either one. They all knew it would never happen, for every night she left alone. This night was the exception. He stood at the bar, looking out of place. He didn't belong with the crowd of fishermen, trappers, and oilers. When she caught his eye, she moved towards him slowly, like a jungle cat on the prowl. He asked her if she'd like a drink. She turned it down but said she'd love to dance with him. Together they moved to the dance floor, with the eyes of some very envious men following them. The music was slow, with an erotic beat. On the floor they melted together, like they had danced this way for ages. Her breasts, rubbing against his chest, felt almost painfully aroused. She pressed her body hard against him, and quickly found what she longed for. The fire was kindled. Swaying with the music, he turned her around and she ground her tight little bottom hard against his growing manhood. Slowly, up and down she carressed him, imagining the feel of him deep inside her. He ran his hands lightly up her stomach, and cupped her breasts, feeling the full weight of them. Running his thumbs over her nipples, he heard her gasp with pleasure. She spun around, and then began a dance of her own on him. Lowering herself, inch by inch she explored his body, through his clothes. She felt his sparsely haired chest, and continued down to his hard stomach, not a six pack, but solid. Then she lowered herself more until she came face to face with his shaft. she knew she wanted to taste it, in everyway possible. She ran her lips over his member, up to that stout thick head, and back again. Groans could be heard throughout the club. The crowd knew that this was something of a treat. For Marie and the stranger, no one was there save the two of them. He pulled her up and she ran her lips lightly across his. In a strained voice she asked him if his place was near. He smiled, and with his arm around her waist, they left the bar. The ride to his place was, to say the least, entertaining. She sat close and ran her hand up and down his inner thigh, gently squeezing the throbbing shaft. When they got to his "place", it was one of the finer hotels in New Orleans. Crossing the lobby, every mans' head turned to watch her walk by. She had that kind of effect on men, though women wanted to see her die. They caught the elevator to his floor, and managed to get inside his room before she began tearing at his clothes. Once in the room she wasted no time. She ripped his shirt off and buried her face in his chest, taking in the full scent of the man. At the same time she fought with his belt, and when she had it undone, his pants fell to the floor, revealing a beautiful erect "joystick". She fell to her knees, and taking it in both of her hands, slowly ran the tip of her tongue, over the soft velvet head, in tight small circles. Spreading the head just a little she ran her tongue into the tiny slit that appeared. Then, with great care, she began to take him into her mouth. Slowly, tasting every inch of it, until her face was against his stomach. Once deep in her throat, she began to gently bring him out again. She could hear him groan, and a wicked little smile came across her lips. Agonizingly slow, she savored every inch of him, the way the veins protruded, every little bump. At last he pulled her up. She knew as well as he did, that he was very near to exploding in her mouth. He held her at arm's length, and looked her up and down. Carefully, he removed her blouse, taking care not to touch her skin. Next her skirt, and since she wore nothing else under it, she was completely exposed to his eyes. He picked her up walked over to the bed, and gently laid her down. He went to the foot of the bed, never taking his eyes off her, and then he began. He took her foot in his hand and lightly ran his tongue over and between each toe. Sucking each and every one of them. As he placed her foot down, Marie spread her legs so willingly for him. He began to run the tip of his tongue up and down her inner thighs. First one side and then the other, always close but never on her sweet mound. As he drew closer to it, he could smell the musky scent of her womanhood, but, as before, he by-passed it, and the groan from Marie's lips, told him of the agony she was feeling. Now it was his turn to smile. He climbed up between her legs, and crawling forward, he allowed his shaft to gently bump her now soaking lips. Her hips rose to try and encase him within her, But he would have none of that. He lowered his head and let the tip of his tongue trace the out line of her mouth. Her tongue darted out like a kittens', searching for him. when his lips touched hers, her lips parted, and when his tongue entered her mouth, she sucked it deep inside. This was like adding fuel to a raging fire deep between her legs. He finally broke free from her kiss and began to explore the rest of her body. As he neared her breasts, she felt him take first one nipple, then the other, into his mouth. The painful glory of this tore a deeper moan from her throat. He ran his tongue between the valley of her breast, down her stomach and at long last, into that sultry swelling. As he first made contact with her love box, she screamed! The pleasure of his tongue was something she had never known with any other man. Lightly it ran up and down her labia, and then he parted them to explore the inside of her. She could feel his tongue on those tiny inner lips, sucking oh, ever so gently, savoring each one like you would a fine wine. She was shaking her head, trying, like a caged animal, to get free. She clawed at his head, trying to bring him deeper, but couldn't. His tongue found that moist opening and he gently pressed his tongue down until it slid into her. Her back arched to the breaking point, he could taste the juices now starting to flow from her. Slowly he began to stroke her with his tongue....in and out....in and out. This was driving her crazy, and it was only the beginning. All at once, without warning, her clit was in his mouth and then wave after wave of orgasms began. Her cries could have been heard for blocks, if anyone would have listened. When he thought she'd had enough, he positioned himself for the main event. He placed the head of his shaft at her moist center and began to gently push. As wet as she was he slid in easily. She felt the entire length of him drive deep inside her. She locked her legs around him, determined to control the rhythm now. Slowly at first, she wanted to enjoy every inch of him, but as another orgasm began to build; she lost all control. Harder and harder he drove into her, she felt his sack slapping her bottom. Faster and faster, her pussy lips dragging up and down his shaft, her clit feeling every stroke he made. Harder! Harder! Deeper! She screamed out in a frenzy,"OH GOD DEEPER, PLEASE!!!!", and in a blinding light of passion, she felt him erupt and splash deep inside her, as her orgasm exploded over his shaft. They continued until at last they were both spent, and exhausted. He lay there atop her, until his shaft slowly slipped out of her. He then rolled over onto his side. She crawled up next to him and, without a word, fell asleep. When she awoke, he was gone. She thought he may be in the shower, but he wasn't there. She looked around and found the note. She looked at the note and thought, "I never even knew his name". Now every night she stands by her window, and remembers a lover whom, she knows in her heart, she'll never see again. She knows too, that no other man will ever touch her as he did. Hot Summer Nights Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes Of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills. Warnings: Slash, BDSM, Non-con/reluctance, Out Of Character Rating: FRAO Summary: Those hot summer nights can make a man do crazy things. * Chapter 1 He sat at his desk, the stifling heat of the humid summer night had him covered in sweat ten minutes after the ancient ceiling fan called it quits. It wasn't enough that he was stuck up here in the jail, standing guard over the youngest of the Duke cousins, now the damned fan had to quit too! "Ain't right," he mumbled as he stripped off his outer shirt. "I'm dying in the heat and he's down there in that cool cell," he grumbled. The oppressive heat had been going on for the past two weeks, without sign of a let-up and now this. If Boss wasn't so cheap, they'd have air conditioning, or at least a newer ceiling fan. Rosco sighed, he was though and that's all there was to it. Glancing again in the direction of the cells, his anger turned towards Bo. If that young fool hadn't gotten into a fight he wouldn't be stuck here at the jail on the hottest night of the year, the very night the ceiling fan decided to quit. He ought to teach that boy a lesson, that's what he should do. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was that it was the right thing to do. The young blond was entirely too sure that he could always charm his way out of any trouble. Striding to the front door, he locked it and with a determined expression on his face, headed down the stairs. It was cooler down here, bringing a shiver to Rosco's sweat covered body. As he stepped through the doorway into the cell area, his determination grew at the sight which greeted him. There was Bo, considerately already in the perfect position for what Rosco had in mind. His pale blue eyes flashing, he strode to the cell and unlocked it. "Huh? Rosco?" Bo asked sleepily. Before he could do more than call the older man's name, he felt a cuff attaching to his left wrist and then his right. Moving to sit up, he quickly discovered that the cuffs had been passed through the bars, trapping him face down on the cot. "What are you doing Rosco?" "Hush," Rosco warned, lightly slapping his ass with the palm of his hand. "You don't know how to behave Bo Duke and it's time somebody taught ya a lesson." Bo jumped, what in the world was going on here? "A lesson? Rosco, you been in Boss' shine?" "No I ain't been in nobody's shine," Rosco growled. Without another word, he reached for the buckle on the younger man's belt. "Raise up Bo," he ordered. "No way!" Bo refused. He didn't know what Rosco was up to, but he wasn't about to let him do it, whatever it was. Rosco growled, undoing his own belt, he laid his holster aside and stepped back over to Bo. Suddenly he wrapped the belt around Bo's neck! "Now you raise that ass up and be quick about it." Bo couldn't believe this was happening! Rosco just didn't do things like this, the heat must have done something to him, yeah that must be it. Quickly understanding that the sheriff would continue to cut off his air supply if he didn't obey, he did as he was told. "Much better," Rosco praised. Removing his belt from Bo's neck, he again reached for the boy's belt buckle. It was the work of only a few minutes to strip the boy's jeans and boxers from his body. Rosco glared as Bo began to lower himself back to the matress, his face turning red with embarassment. A slap to his ass with the belt, still held in Rosco's hand, halted his movements. "Keep it up in the air." "I don't know what you're up to Rosco, but you better let me go," Bo tried to order. He hoped that the older man would come to his senses soon, before he did something Bo knew he was going to regret. Smack! The sound of a leather belt hitting bare skin was unmistakable, bringing a yelp from the man on the cot. "Watch your tone boy," Rosco warned. "You don't speak unless it's to say yes sir, or no sir. You understand me?" Sullenly, Bo looked over his shoulder, "Yes sir." "I told you boy," Rosco growled, bringing the belt down again. "Now, do you understand me?" "Yes sir," Bo replied again, this time careful to keep his tone respectful. "That's better. I'm gonna give you a whipping boy, ya know ya deserve it for fighting. Not a word," he quickly warned. "You were fighting for no reason, just letting off steam. Now cause of you, I'm stuck in this hot jail instead of at home in my nice cool room. Way I see it, is, if I have to suffer, so do you. You tell me you deserve a whipping for fighting," Rosco ordered, punctuating the command with a slap of the belt against Bo's ass. "Yes sir...I deserve a whipping for fighting." "Boy..." "Sir," Bo quickly added. "That's better, now ask me to whip you," Rosco ordered. He was starting to enjoy this. It was nice being in control for a change, especially of such a hot young body. Whoa! Where had that come from? He wasn't into men, he didn't think he was anyway. Before he could give it any more thought, Bo's words interrupted him. "Like hell I will," Bo growled defiantly. Rosco sighed, so stubborn. Looping the belt, he was about to wrap it around Bo's neck when another thought crossed his mind. Reversing course, he wrapped the belt around the younger man's balls, squeezing, tight enough to be uncomfortable. "Now I can squeeze a lot tighter than this, or you can do what you're told, boy." Bo paled, he had to fight to keep the bile down as Rosco applied pressure to his balls. "Would you whip me for fighting sir?" "No...I want you to ask me nicely," Rosco ordered, increasing the pressure. Bo whimpered, quickly complying with the order. "Please sir, will you please whip me for fighting sir. Please sir, I've been a bad boy and need a whipping sir." "Much better," Rosco praised, releasing Bo's balls. "Count," he ordered as he laid the first strike against his skin. "Yes sir; one, sir; two, sir; three, sir...." By the time the count had reached ten, Bo's face was as red as his ass. God I can't believe this is happening. What's wrong with me? Why is my cock getting hard? What kind of pervert am I? Bo's mind reeled with questions as his body responded in an unexpected way to the whipping. Rosco watched in amazement as the younger man's cock hardened before his eyes. He'd never heard of a man being turned on by being whipped. The feeling of power he got from Bo's reaction soon had his own cock rock hard and screaming for attention. "You like this, don't you boy?" Rosco sneered, his voice dripping with disgust. "No sir...please stop sir," Bo begged. "Don't lie to me boy," Rosco snapped, striking him again. "I can see how hard your dick is, now you be honest with me or I'll make ya regret it." Fearful of what the older man might do, Bo sagged in defeat. "Yes sir, I like it sir," he softly admitted. "What was that? I couldn't hear you, say it again," Rosco ordered, even though he'd heard him plain. "I said I like it sir," Bo forced himself to speak louder this time. "That's what I thought. You're some kind of perverted freak, ain't ya?" Bo licked his lips, watching from the corner of his eye as the belt swung in Rosco's hand. "Yes sir." "Say it, tell me what ya are." "I'm a perverted freak," Bo shamefully admitted. Rosco could feel himself growing in height as realization flowed through him. He had the power, he suddenly understood, to make Bo do anything he said. He knew a secret about the younger man, something that if it got out would turn the whole town against him. With a gleeful grin, he walked out of the cell and grabbed the polaroid camera they kept for gathering evidence. Quickly snapping several shots of Bo, cuffed, his red ass in the air and his hard dick easily seen in every shot. Setting aside the pictures, he moved over to the cot, looking down at the younger man with lust filled eyes. Rubbing his hand over the red ass, he grinned as he felt the body beneath his hand flinch. "How many men you been with boy?" "None sir," Bo quickly answered. He was too mortified by the reactions of his body to consider any other response. "None? I find that hard to believe. You did say you're a perverted freak, didn't you?" "Yes sir." "Then ya must've been with men, that's what perverted freaks do." Rosco grinned at his own logic. "You wouldn't lie to me now, would you boy?" he asked, using his hand to apply pressure to the younger man's balls. "No sir, I ain't lying," Bo insisted. "That can't be boy," Rosco gave a squeeze, smiling at the yelp coming from the younger man. "If you're a perverted freak you been with men, if you ain't been with men then ya ain't a perverted freak which means you lied to me. I'd have to give you more punishment if ya done that. Now, I'll ask ya one more time, how many men you been with boy?" Bo swallowed hard, licking suddenly dry lips as he realized his only choice was to lie. "Only a couple sir," he quickly lied. "Oh good, that means you'll be good and tight." Bo stared at him, his mind unable or unwilling to grasp the obvious meaning behind the sheriff's words. "I'm going to fuck you boy, won't you like that?" "No! Don't do it, please Rosco ya don't want to do this," Bo began to plead. As Rosco's hand caressed his ass, his struggles increased. The sting of the belt over his already sore ass, stilled his movements for a few moments. It was only a few, then the struggles really began. Soon his wrists were covered in abrasions as he futilely fought to free himself while blow after blow rained down on his ass. Finally, having worn himself out, Bo's struggles ceased. "Don't you ever tell me no again boy, you undestand me?" Rosco growled, squatting down so that his face was directly in front of Bo's. "Yes sir, I understand," Bo replied. "Now, I'm going to fuck you." "Yes sir." "You'll like it, won't you?" "Yes sir," Bo shuddered. Stripping off his slacks and boxers, Rosco looked down at Bo. "Lay on your side boy," he ordered. As soon as the younger man was in position, Rosco kneeled on the cot, his dick hovering in front of Bo's mouth. "Suck it boy, get it real wet cause it's the only lubrication you're gonna get." "Yes sir," Bo obeyed, defeated. Pulling the other man's cock into his mouth, he suck and slurped, covering it with saliva. All too soon, Rosco pulled away, causing a shudder of fear to move through Bo's body. "Get up on your knees boy, I'm gonna fuck ya now." "Yes sir," Bo responded. Shifting his sore body, he kneeled on the cot, his ass pushed into the air, waiting. "Spread your legs like a good slut," Rosco ordered. The thrill that went through him when his orders were immediately obeyed was indescribable. Without another word, nor a care for the young man in front of him, Rosco climbed onto the cot and shoved his aching dick into the tight passage. The scream of pain that echoed in the cell sent another surge of pleasure through him, driving him on as he pounded into the tight ass in front of him. Wanting, needing to hear more cries of pain, Rosco began to slap Bo's ass, his strikes matching the rythym of his thrusts. Bo couldn't hold back the scream as Rosco suddenly forced his way into his resistant body. Then the slaps began, the thick cock moving in or out of his body with each hit. Bo whimpered and cried as the older man ravished his virgin ass. His own erection having wilted with the first painful thrust, there was no enjoyment in the act for him. All of that changed when something deep inside him was brushed by Rosco's cock, sending a surge of undeniable pleasure through his body, bringing his flagging erection back to life. "No...please...no," he panted in denial. "Yes...oh yes," Rosco responded, grinding his cock into the tight heat of Bo's body. Recognizing the change in the younger man's moans, he realized what must be happening. Reaching under the boy, the hard cock he found quickly confirming his suspicions. "I knew you wanted it slut. Tell me, say I want you to fuck my slut ass sir," he ordered with a grin. Bo was defeated, thoroughly and completely beaten. Not by the things Rosco had done, was doing, to him, but by his own body. "I want you to fuck my slut ass sir," he dutifully obeyed. "Show me slut, push against me. Fuck me, let me see that you want it." "Yes sir," Bo dully obeyed. Moving his body, he shoved backwards, driving the cock in his ass deeper and wringing a moan of pleasure from them both. Having defeated the man beneath him, finally he was the one with some power, Rosco gave into his body's demands. Pounding furiously into Bo's ass, he was soon crying out his pleasure as he shot his load deep inside the younger man's body. Breathing heavily, he slipped his softening cock from the boy's ass, a grin spreading over his face as he saw the puddle of cum beneath Bo's cock. "Filthy slut," he flung at the younger man. "On your side slut," he ordered. "Yes sir," Bo obeyed, the fight gone out of him. "Clean me," he ordered, climbing onto the cot and pressing his cock against the boy's lips. He smiled when the full lips opened, the pink tongue quickly cleaning him of cum and other things. "Good slut," he praised. He frowned, slapping the younger man, "I praised you slut." "Thank you sir," Bo quickly responded. "Much better." Climbing off the bed, he redressed and picked up the pictures he had taken. Not taking any chances, he left the cell, locking it behind him. Laying the pictures aside, he bent down and released Bo's wrists from the cuffs, clipping the cuffs back onto his utility belt. He waited, knowing the boy would immediately reach for his clothes. He wasn't disappointed. "Did I tell you to get dressed slut?" Bo looked at him with shame filled eyes, "No sir." "Then don't." "Yes sir." "I will allow you to get dressed, but first I think I should go over the ground rules with you. First, your new name, when we're alone, is slut. Do you understand slut?" "Yes sir." "Good. Second, you will refer to me as sir at all times, whether we are alone or not. I don't care how you explain the change to your family, that is your problem slut. Third you will come to me whenever I tell you to and when with me you will obey any order I give you. Do you understand slut?" "Yes sir." "Fourth you will keep yourself clean inside and out and keep your ass lubricated at all times. I want you ready to be fucked any time I want you. Finally, if you disobey me or tell anybody, these pictures will be made public." He held up the pictures for Bo to see, pictures that clearly showed the world what a pervert he was. "Yes sir." "Do you agree to my terms slut?" "Yes sir." What else could he say? Rosco had him over a barrel, so to speak, there was nothing he could do. "In that case, remove your shirt and lie down on your back." "Yes sir," Bo quickly complied, in spite of the sting it brought to his backside. "I'll will return in a while, I want to see you jerking off when I do." "Yes sir." He grasped his aching cock and slowly began to stroke it. He heard Rosco's footsteps retreating up the stairs, but he didn't stop. He didn't dare. Unsure if he was supposed to finish himself off, Bo was careful to keep his strokes slow and steady. After awhile he heard Rosco's steps returning, heard a chair scraping as the older man pulled it up to the cell door to watch the show he was putting on. "I put the pictures in a safe place slut, you won't have to worry about them falling into the wrong hands." "Thank you sir." "As long as you obey that is." For several minutes, Rosco said nothing more. He watched Bo jacking off, enjoying the unconscious sounds coming from his throat as he pleasured himself. "Wet your finger slut," he ordered. Waiting for the order to be carried out, he grinned maliciously. "I want you to give me a show slut. You're going to put that finger in your ass, fuck yourself with it while you're jacking off. You're going to keep it up until you shoot your load all over your stomach and chest. You understand slut?" "Yes sir." "Then do it slut, give me a show." Reluctantly Bo did as he was told, soon finding that spot inside himself, bringing a loud moan from him. As he used his finger to fuck himself, he roughly jerked his cock, soon matching the rythyms. Moaning and writhing, he was indeed putting on a show for Rosco. The pleasure built, sending molten lava racing through his veins as he moved closer and closer to the edge. Rough fingers reached through the bars, pinching and pulling on his nipples. It was too much; with a loud cry of ecstasy Bo's cock erupted, shooting cum over his chest and belly. Pulling his finger from his ass, he collapsed against the mattress, breathing heavily. "Eat it," Rosco suddenly ordered. "Sir?" Bo asked, confused by the order. "Your cum, slut, scoop it up with your fingers and eat it." Bo felt sick and yet oddly turned on as well. "Yes sir," without a word of protest he obeyed the order, cleaning himself of his cum. Standing up, Rosco headed for the stairs. "Oh," he looked over his shoulder at the younger man, "you can get dressed now slut." "Yes sir, thank you sir." Moving stiffly, Bo slowly pulled his clothes on. Unable to face spending the night lying on the bed where he had been used so cruelly, he moved to a corner of the cell. Curling up, he slept as best as he could, on the cold, hard, concrete floor of the cell. TBC Alright, y'all can put away the tar and feathers now. ;) but, please review and let me know what you think. Hot Summer Nights The heat of the day settled damply around the house, the coming night doing nothing to allay the humidity. Inside, Jennie was sweating despite the air conditioner rattling away in her window. She wiped her forehead on the back of her bare arm and surveyed the chaos around her. Her bed was piled with suitcases and badly folded clothes. More clothes littered the floor, along with sheets and towels and the big photo album with the leopard print cover that her best friend Cammy had given her that morning. In two days, Jennie would be cramming all of this into her little Camry and driving ten hours to start her first semester at Greenwood College. She sighed, hands on her hips. It was just too much to deal with in this heat. She needed a break. She went downstairs to the cool darkness of the kitchen. Jennie trailed her hand over the smooth countertops as she went, glancing again at the note her mother had left her. She and Jennie's step-father Mark had accepted an invitation for cocktails out on a friend's boat and wouldn't be back until after midnight. She had left the name of the boat and the number for the marina in case there was an emergency. Jennie turned to the big refrigerator and pulled open both doors. She wasn't sure what she wanted. She only knew that it had to be cold. She grabbed a bottle of water and an ice cube from the bucket. With the fridge still open, she stood in its light and ran the ice over her sweaty skin. She shivered happily. "Am I interrupting something?" Jennie jumped, but it was only Kyle, Mark's 25-year-old son. "I didn't hear you come in," she stammered as her heart rate returned to normal. "Sorry, I really didn't mean to startle you," he said. "The door was open. I just came to pick up some stuff from my dad's office." "No problem," Jennie chirped, flinching at the forced casualness of her voice. "It's upstairs, you remember." Kyle nodded, half a smile playing at the edges of his mouth. He disappeared around the corner and up the stairs. Jennie cursed herself for sounding so ridiculous. She always felt like such a child when Kyle was around. She took her water and headed back upstairs to her room. She could hear Kyle rummaging around down the hall as she slowly began the arduous task of packing again. "Hey, Jennie," Kyle said, poking his head around the door. "You mind if I take a swim while I'm here?" "What's wrong with the pool at your building?" she asked, throwing a crumpled dress shirt into a suitcase. "Lots of small children is what's wrong with it," he laughed. "Come on, you won't even know I'm out there." He put on an exaggerated pout. "Fine, have at it," she said. "Thanks, Jen," he grinned, "you're a lifesaver." He disappeared into the darkness of the hall before popping back into her doorway. "Hey, why don't you take a break and join me? You look like you could use some cooling off." Jennie frowned and looked from the piles of stuff littering her floor to Kyle's big puppy dog eyes. "All right," she sighed, "but just for a little while." "Awesome," Kyle said, disappearing again. Jennie pushed her door shut and began to dig through her things in search of her suit. She was just tying the back when Kyle knocked on her door. "You ready yet?" he called through the wood. "Ready," she said as yanked the door opened. Kyle stood there in a pair of trunks he had left there earlier in the summer, a towel slung lazily over his shoulder. "Hey," he said softly, his eyes moving up Jennie's body, lingering appreciatively on her rounded hips and breasts. "Wow. You look great." Jennie blushed. "Thanks," she murmured. She moved to step out into the hall, but Kyle was still in the doorway. "Uh, aren't we going swimming?" "Oh, yeah," he stammered, "Of course." He stepped back to let her walk ahead of him, and Jennie could feel his dark eyes watching her ass as she walked. She felt sexy and powerful knowing that he was watching her, and she went out of her way to let her hips sway back and forth. Jennie stepped out of the coolness of the air-conditioned house into the damp warmth of the evening. The air seemed to cling to her skin as she reached back, holding the door for Kyle. He stepped up close behind her and Jennie felt a chill run through her body that had nothing to do with air temperature. The night was quiet, broken only by the lazy chirpings of the crickets in the grass. Everyone else was inside, reveling in the store-bought coolness of their air conditioners. "Watch your feet," Jennie said, "there's a lot of pebbles left from when the landscapers were here last week." Kyle only nodded, his face set and his eyes firmly fixed on her face. Jennie was confused. She had been sure that he was watching her, and now he seemed determined not to watch her. She set out across the grass, unsure of what was going on. Jennie really didn't have much experience with guys. She just hadn't had the time, yet. She was committed to her studies and her volunteer work with her church group. Boys just hadn't seemed all that important. Cammy liked to tease her about going off to college as an 18-year-old virgin, but Cammy also had the worst reputation in school. Still, Jennie wished she had her friend with her now to explain the mysteries of male behavior. Jennie opened the gate to the pool and threw her towel on a chair. Without looking to see if Kyle was watching, she went to the diving board and dove in. Under the surface it was wonderfully cool and Jennie relished the feel of her body's weightlessness. She broke to the surface with a gasp to see Kyle sitting on the edge with his feet in the water, watching her. "I thought you wanted to swim," she said, wiping the water out of her eyes. "I guess," he shrugged. Jennie frowned at him. He had been so insistent about it before. She swam over to him, treading water a few feet from the wall. "This was your idea," she pointed out. "Why aren't you getting in?" He shrugged and Jennie was seized by a wicked impulse. She came up to the wall and pretended she was climbing out. When Kyle offered her his hand, she grabbed tight and pulled him into the water. He came up spluttering while she laughed, their legs tangled under the water. Then Jennie realized why Kyle hadn't jumped in yet. She looked down, her shock plain on her pretty face at the sight of his erection pressing against his trunks. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, blushing furiously as she started to move away, but Kyle put his hands around her waist and pulled her back. She could feel him hard against her as he pressed his body to hers. "I don't think you're sorry at all," he whispered. He kissed her roughly on the mouth, his tongue moving over hers, sending waves of heat through her body. "If you were sorry you wouldn't have gone shaking your ass in my face all the way out here." He grinned and kissed her again and grabbed her ass through her bikini bottoms. "I didn't mean to," she stammered, grateful that the darkness hid her furiously blushing face. She squirmed and pushed against his shoulders, but the motion only pressed their legs closer together. "But you want to," he said, kissing her ear. "You're practically my brother!" She pushed hard against him and this time he let her go. She headed for the ladder. "Our parents have been married for years." Kyle followed her out of the water, the wet fabric barely containing his erection. "I've watched you grow from a gawky child into a beautiful woman, Jennie. A beautiful woman that I want." She stopped, uncertain, and he stepped up behind her, kissing the back of her neck and slipping his arms around her waist. "Admit it, Jennie, you want this." Jennie turned. He was right, though she had never admitted it to anyone, even her best friend. He pulled away and untied his trunks, dropping them to the ground. He took Jennie's hand and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. Jennie gasped as held him, heat and desire rising within her. She was filled with a need that she couldn't express and shame at her own body's response. "I can't," she whispered, her cheeks hot. She let go and turned away from Kyle standing naked in the moonlight, and buried her face in her hands. She didn't look up until she felt a tug at her bikini's strings. "Kyle, no," she protested feebly, turning, but Kyle stopped her with one hand on her shoulder as he finished untying her top. He reached around and pulled the wet fabric off of her breasts, her pink nipples hard in the night air. As she awkwardly covered her breasts with her arms, he untied the sides of her bikini bottoms, tugging them from between her legs. "Go lie down on that lounge," he said softly. "Please, Kyle, no," Jennie whimpered. "Don't fight it." His voice was soft and caressing. She lay down, covering herself with her hands. Kyle approached her, his cock leading the way. He knelt beside her and gently pushed her hands away from her breasts, replacing them with his mouth. He lapped at the hard pink nub while he rolled the other between his fingers. Beneath him, Jennie arched her back, pushing her swollen nipple against his tongue. He broke away, the night air cool against her hot wet skin as he trailed kisses up to her mouth. She met his lips eagerly, pulling him to her. His hands were firm as they stroked her skin, his fingers traveling ever lower. Jennie felt a gentle pull as he ran his fingers through her hair and slowly circled her clit. He slipped a finger into her pussy, then another, opening her and coating her pussy lips with wetness. She felt her legs opening as though she had no control over them, inviting Kyle into her. Kyle sat up with a smile, his fingers still dancing and stroking from within. "Are you sure?" he whispered, fixing his dark eyes on hers. She nodded mutely. "I need to hear you say it, Jen." "I'm sure I want you, Kyle," she whispered, her eyes level, face serious. And she was sure. He smiled wolfishly and climbed over her. "We'll go slow," he said with a kiss below her ear. "It might hurt. Are you ready? Was she ready? Jennie wanted to scream. She was more ready for this than for anything she'd ever experienced. Her body ached with her need for him. "Please," she whispered. Kyle took her hand and guided it onto his shaft. Jennie felt pressure and then pain flared in red bursts behind her eyes. She cried out against Kyle's shoulder. He searched her face and she knew that there was no going back now. Even through the pain her desire was rising again. She could feel Kyle's body shaking against her, and bit her lip before pushing her hips up to meet his. There was another moment of pain and then their bodies were moving together, rising and falling in the dark. Kyle went as slowly as he'd promised until Jennie wanted to scream. Now that the pain had subsided, heat pulsated through her, centered on Kyle's thick cock. She bucked her hips hard against him and he stopped, shocked by her response. He grinned down at her. "Harder," she whispered with a grin. Kyle happily obliged, thrusting in and out of her tight little pussy until he felt her body tense and she clamped down on him as she came with a moan. He let himself go, the force of his orgasm rocking through his entire body until all he could do was collapse against her sweaty skin. The night was filled with the sound of their breathing. A dog barked somewhere on the next block, reminding them where they were. Kyle pushed himself up, staring down into her damp face. Even in the dark he could see that she was flushed. "Think we have time for another swim?" he asked. "Strictly to cool off of course." Jennie laughed. "That was why we came out here in the first place, wasn't it?" Kyle got up and reached for his trunks. "Then again," she said, a sly lilt to her voice, "heating things up has its advantages." Kyle looked up just in time to see a streak of pale skin disappear with a splash. He looked at the ground and saw her suit lying untouched. He grinned again and dropped his trunks. Heating things up definitely had its advantages.