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My Story Ch. 01

By: thehotness



(This story is false. Alright it’s a wee bit true but MOSTLY false. The locations and setting are TOTALLY real – just like my own, but I’m not that horny or daring or brave. These are just fantasies and REALLY explicit ones at that. Enjoy.)

A Beginning

Singapore is an island state in South East Asia, populated by Singaporean Chinese, Malays, Indians and a smattering of Westerners, or ang mohs, as we like to say in dialect. It’s a strict country, full of rules and regulations, and people live a rat race here. We’re not allowed to chew chewing gum or smoke in most places – no guns and drugs carry the death penalty. Besides those, Singapore’s an island paradise really, all city and trees and beaches. Sunshine and rain the whole year round. 80% of us Singaporeans live in high rise flats, some 20 to 30 stories high – after all, with 4 million packed onto 650 sq km of land makes it kinda crowded sometimes. 

Hope that’s enough for an intro to my home city, where I’ve lived nearly all my life except for the 4 years that I spent in Columbia up in NYC studying law. I’m the sort of worldly gal one might find in Singapore, not too tall, bustier than the dowdy lab rats in the biotech industry, speaking with a slight American accent. Chinese descent, just found freedom from my parents in the form of a flat by my own, a 5th floor 4-roomer where I live all by myself, and the occasional boyfriend. Just broke up recently though, due to his wandering eye and his intellectual handicap.

I was in no rush for a new boy friend. At 24 and recently called to the bar, I was having the time of my life. And my life was about to get pretty interesting.

It was a Thursday. I stumbled through the door into my flat at 9pm. I had been slaving away in the office since 7am in the morning and it was just so the air-conditioner HAD to break down during the midday. So I was all hot and flustered when I reached my humble home. I stank. I was sweaty. I wanted to bathe, to have a cold shower. But I was sooo tired. God, I just flopped onto the couch and let the TV come on. And then I sat up in shock. The news anchor had a look of disgust on her face – some old woman had romped through Orchard Road naked and ended up getting arrested. Orchard Road - the busiest shopping district in Singapore, right in the middle of town. Shit! She was fucking crazy!

Then I felt it.

It began as a slight tingle in my crotch, a slight current running down my spine and into my pussy. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, my business skirt creeping up my thighs. Shit. I tried to suppress it, but the tingle grew stronger, even as the news changed to the stocks and shares index. Why not? Why not? I mean, I usually keep my masturbation within the bedroom with the windows closed, but isn’t this my house? My flat? So what if my living room had windows that overlooked the corridor? I can draw the curtains. 

So I did. I found myself naked on the couch then on the floor, stroking myself to an orgasmic high. I never had a better orgasm then that. I writhed on the floor in pleasure, sure that my moans had reached the ears of the neighbors on the other sides of the thin walls that separated the units. Oh my God. I laid on the floor for at least half an hour, feeling the cool night breeze blow my nipples to erection and my clitoris to a permanent semi-hardness. I got up reluctantly, eventually, to bathe. I had a hot shower this time, and played with myself again. Then after toweling dry, I was about to change to my pajamas to sleep, when a thought crossed my mind. Why change? Why bother? That would mean more laundry and more hassle. Why not just sleep nude? 

And for another first time, I did. 

I left the curtains closed. The bed never felt so comfortable, the sheets so soft and cooling on my skin. I slept like a baby. And I dreamt.

I dreamt I was in Orchard Road. In one of the underground malls there. I was alone in a sea of people, who jostled me about like the sea would a fish. I was standing still, just looking at people, when my whole world was turned upside down. The crowds began to part around me until people formed a circle around me, staring at me curiously. I felt light headed, as if I was falling. The people began to circle around me, the huge surge of people. I felt the breeze on my nipple. I looked down, saw my dress. I was wearing dress that was slowly changing from normal cotton to fishnet. My fishnet dress continued to shrink and dissolve away into thin air even as I made desperate attempts to clutch at it. I watched in horror as the stuff just disappeared, leaving me totally nude in the crowd. I heard chants of “Slut! Slut! Slut!” in the air. I tumbled face down on the ground, my knees weak. “Slut! Slut! Slut!” I grabbed my pussy and began to stroke off, and the crowd gathered closer and closer and closer to me.

I woke up.

The bed sheets and blankets had been kicked aside, I was naked on my bed, sweating lightly. The curtains billowed gently in the breeze. My pussy was soaked again, my fingers wet with my own cum juice. Oh shit. Why the hell was I feeling so horny? Sunlight begins to filter through the window, half blocked by the block of flats opposite mine. How many of them can see into my room? I don’t think they can, and I didn’t really care. I took a cold shower. 

Work.

I stumbled through the door, tired and dirty and hating my job. Drew the curtains. Stripped naked in my living room. Began enjoying myself once more. This could get routine. Better check myself, huh. I don’t wear anything to sleep again.

I’m at work, in a board meeting. I’m to give a presentation, when I realize I’m not wearing a skirt or pants or underwear. I stand up, blushing fiercely, and speak gibberish when my top shrinks then splits apart. My blushing intensifies when I lie on the table surrounded by my colleagues and begin to yell “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

I wake up. It’s late morning. My sheets are soaked around my pussy and I’m sweating. The curtains are pulled wide open now. I pad into the living room, feeling warm and soft and happy, because today is Saturday, and I get alternate Saturdays off and today is an off day and it’s a whole day of no work and usually I’m out with my boyfriend but because I don’t have one right now I have the whole day to myself with no plans until dinner when I have to go to my parents’ place and can you tell I’m so fucking excited?

The doorbell buzzed, spoiling my good mood. Who the hell buzzes other people’s doorbells on a bloody Saturday morning? The curtains are drawn, but I see a brief flash of a face in between a tiny gap in the curtains, and I freeze. Two seconds pass and I fly into the toilet as the doorbell resumes it’s furious buzzing. Oh Shit oh shit. Somebody saw me naked. Someone saw me naked. Some dumb shit saw me. Oh shit. 

I hope the person liked the view. 

I balance my options. Change? Don’t change? I feel incredibly…stupid. Of course I change. I mean, what’s the harm of seeing me naked? A warmth in my lower torso confirms it. I wrap a towel round my body – it barely covers my tits and ass, reaching only slightly past my pussy. I walk to the door and open it. It’s a Malay man. He stare’s at me with his mouth only slightly agape, blinking dumbly.

“What do you want?” I ask flatly, as if I were fully clothed. I feel the towel slipping slightly. 

“Wha…wah. What I want is you. I mean your. Your time. Yah, sorry eh. Your time. Ah. Yah. I’ve got this thing I want to sell. Yah. This equipment ah. Ah.” He could throw himself off the balcony at any time. Please do. Please, I’m begging you.

My towel is slipping, my body still slightly wet with sweat. The dark skinned malay man wearing the saleman outfit and poor Singaporean grammar to match is beginning to have a bulge in his pants. I wonder how big… I mean, how small his dick is. He catches me staring at his dick and trails off mid sentence, staring at me stupidly from outside. I’m close enough for him to touch. 

My towel slips. I let it. He doesn’t avert his eyes. “You. Your t- tow-towel dropped.” 

“I know. Continue, please.” Go away! Close the door! Every second I’m naked in front of him is a second I grow ho. Hornier. Oh god. He’s tripping over his words. Not really trying now. Just enjoying the view. My hand is creeping to my pussy. Oh shit, not now. Not in front of him. My clit doesn’t listen to me. It’s a pearl peeking out of it’s hood. Oh shit. Not now. 

I slam the door shut. Lean against it, breathing heavily. Sweating. Touching myself. Oh god. Oh god. One touch. One touch and I cum like never before, shuddering, moaning and groaning to wake the dead. My pussy juices flow down my legs. Drip on the floor. Oh god. I hear a groan outside the door, then footsteps moving away. I open it cautiously. The guy is gone, but semen drips down my front door. 

I’m alone. Naked in the living room of the house. I just flashed for the first time. Oh shit. I’ve just flashed a guy and had the best orgasm of my life. And it’s not even lunch. I log on to the net. Naked in front of my computer, enjoying the sensation of naked flesh on the cool leather seat. For the first time, I look at pornography. And I discover, I like what I see. I surf for 4 hours, see all there is to see. Naked women, naked women having sex. Having sex with guys, more guys, girls, more girls, animals and toys and midgets and fruits and old men and so many more. But it was the pictures of naked girls in public that got me. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Naked girls walking on the road, shopping and doing groceries. Oh shit. I had to become one of them. I wanted to walk on the road naked too. Feel the cool air on my skin. Oh shit what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me?

I log off, stand up and stretch. The leather chair’s wet and slimy from my juices. It had been squelching for the last hour. My stomach growls. It’s time for lunch. Oh god. I wanted to just walk down naked to the coffee shop where I usually eat. But I can’t. Not yet. I’m not ready. I don’t want to screw anything up. 

I have to wait. 

To be continued 

My Story Ch. 01-03



PART 1:

Last night something terrible happened, dad came home drunk while Brad and I were kissing on the couch. Just kissing, I don't feel ready to be doing more than that with my boyfriends yet, I'm 18, but waiting for marriage! 

Well anyway, dad came in and caught us, he got real mad and kicked Brad out. I have never seen dad that angry before. He started screaming and swearing at me, saying I was never to see that boy again and that I wasn't to leave the house for a month, not even for uni unless he was with me. 

Naturally I started to cover myself up, dad was staring at my lacy at my lacy white panties. I reached down and covered myself up, dad's concentration was broken and he looked at me and smiled.

Dad motioned for me to come and sit next to him, I was so scared, I shook my head and he got mad again, he kicked me and screamed "You dirty little slut get your ass here now or I'll make you!" 

Once again he motioned for me to get onto the couch, this time I obeyed. I went and sat next to him on the couch and he immediately put his hand on my upper thigh, his hand crept right up my skirt and he started rubbing against my clit. 

"So you like kissing boy's aye, I bet you'll enjoy fucking them too you little whore. You're going to fuck me! You hear me Tammy? Your going to fuck me, your going to fuck me tonight, and every other time I want you too aswell. You're going to be your daddy's little bitch, and if you disobey me you'll get punished!"

Tears started streaming down my face again, "Daddy, please! Please daddy, don't touch me anymore, I've told you before daddy..." 

Dad started laughing at my pleas. He pushed me onto the floor and climbed on top of me, pinning me to the ground and sitting in-between my legs. "Take your shirt off Tammy" He said.

"No daddy, I don't want you to see me without clothes," I cried.

"Fuck you, you little whore, you'll do as I say you hear?" he said whacking me several times before ripping my skimpy little singlet off. 

"Your tits are still small, oh well, just means your pussy will be tighter for me. You're going to be my little slut, whatever I say goes you hear me? If you don't do as I say you'll get a hiding and next time will be a hell of a lot worse than a slap across the face! Do you understand me Tammy?" 

"Dad why are you doing this?" I queried.

"Fuck up slut and take off your panties" he screamed at his near naked daughter.

"No daddy, please don't! Daddy!" I begged.

"I said take off your panties Tammy!" and with that he slapped my ass so hard it definately would have left a welt mark, it was so red it stung for days. 

He then ripped my panties off me and spread my thighs. I reached down to cover myself up and struggled to get free from his grip but he was too strong for me and he held me there on the lounge room floor with one hand.

With the other hand, he rubbed at my hairy pussy vigorously; I had only just started growing pubic hair at the time. 

"You little whore, why the fuck aren't you wet? Oh well that's going to be your problem not mine, it will hurt you not me" he said as he laughed at my face, twisted in a mixture of pain and terror. 

My body shook as he thrust two fingers deep inside my dry cunt, I screamed in pain as he broke through my hymen, I got thumped for it. 

I wriggled to get free and he fell onto his back, he's a lot stronger than I am so I suppose he was pretty drunk for me to be able to make him fall like that.

I ran for the stairs and through the first door at the top, dad's room. I quickly locked the door then turned to run for the window, the latch on the window wouldn't open and I was trembling, my shaking hands couldn't open the latch. 

I heard dad climbing the stairs; he started screaming at me "Tammy! Tammy if you don't come to me things will be worse for you!" I tried to be as quiet as possible to prolong him finding me. 

When I finally got the latch open it made a loud thud and he almost immediately started pounding on the bedroom door, I forgot all about the window. 

I pushed my back hard against the wall, I think I was hoping it would swallow me, anything to escape the nightmare that I knew was about to unravel. 

"Fucken little bitch! Tammy get your ass out here now!" I heard him scream at me, as he rammed through the door, pushing it off its hinges. 

I fell to the floor and put my hands up to protect myself, but he didn't find the situation funny anymore, he beat me for a good 10 minutes before throwing me down the basement stairs.

When I woke up again, I was on a bed under the house. My hands and feet were handcuffed to each bedpost at each corner of the bed and I was naked. There were lights on, but they were dull, there were no windows.

PART 2:

Slowly my eyes adjusted to the dull lights of our basement and I took note of my surroundings. It had been such a long time since I had been down there. 

Dad had rearranged everything to accommodate his prisoner, his young, harmless daughter... Me.

My mind went through the pain I was in, from my bruised thighs, to my swollen breasts, to my burning dry cunt where my fathers rough fingers had been just hours earlier. 

I squirmed and tried to break out of the handcuffs, which only resulted in me being in more pain than I was already suffering. 

It was so quiet down there that the room seemed as though the silence was screaming at me. When dad opened the door at the top of the stairs the light poured through the dark basement allowing me to see that he had renovated down here quite a bit without my knowledge. 

He had carpeted and put couches along the walls. There was a huge TV and there was the bed I was in now, if it hadn't of been my prison I think I would have quite liked it down there. 

But, no matter how nice, I knew that what was going to happen to me down in that basement wasn't going to result in me ever wanting to return to it.

"Why the fuck do you insist in being such a stubborn little bitch for Tammy? If you had given me what I wanted in the first place you wouldn't be down here! It's your own fault, you were the one being the little slut with that Wilkins bastard; I'm not having my daughter getting a reputation for being an easy lay, you hear? 

"I won't have it, you'll fuck me, and me only and if I EVER hear of you even touching another man you better watch out girly. You're mine and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!" And with that, dad punched me right in the gut.

He then got the broom from the corner and shoved it in-between my legs, I tried to wiggle my way out of its reach but dad just rammed it into my tight little cunt. Not caring how much it hurt me, He continued playing with the broom for a while, working it in and out of me; he seemed to enjoy touching my pussy all the time too.

Dad never wore clothes and he often came home from shopping and just fucked me until i fell into sleep. I had grown so accustomed to it happening that I didn't even struggle anymore, the more I struggled, the more he enjoyed it and the worse I got beaten. 

I don't even remember losing my virginity to him; his cock is so big that I am pretty sure I probably passed out from it anyway. He'd beaten me black and blue and shoved so many things up my cunt I wouldn't have been able to tell the difference anyway.

PART 3:

I don't really know how many months I was down there in that basement for before I noticed I had started to get a little bit of a tummy on me and I'll tell you one thing for sure, dad didn't like that one bit! 

"You fat dog, you're so ugly not even a Niger would want you! You better lose that gut hoe otherwise there's going to be trouble...fucking fat slut!" This abuse never ended. 

After about 5 months of torture my worst nightmare had proven true; I was carrying. I couldn't think of anything that could have been worse than me bringing another child into the same environment I was under but I didn't have a choice. 

Dad never used protection and he took advantage of me whenever he felt the need, it was only normal that I would eventually fall pregnant.

I was so frightened to tell dad about the baby but I knew if I didn't he would probably kill my baby with all the abuse he was giving me for putting on so much weight. 

"Daddy..." 

"What the fuck do you want you fat cunt?" 

"Dad...I'm..." 

"Well for fuck sake spit it out Tammy!" 

"Dad I'm pregnant!" My father did the most shocking thing then, he smiled at me then un-cuffed me.

He then took me by the hand and led me upstairs. I had almost forgotten what my house looked like; it was so beautiful with the morning sunlight pouring through the front windows, flooding the house with its radiant glory. 

"Tammy, come upstairs with me, you have to shower before we see the doctor."

I was so dumbfounded by the polite manner in which he was speaking to me that I almost forgot to move, but I got a grip and followed him upstairs into the bathroom. 

I got in the shower, dad straight behind me; he washed me with heaps of soap, washed my hair, and shaved my legs and my pussy. 

He then dried me off from head to toe and took me into his bedroom where he got clothes out of my mother's old dresser. 

It seemed he had gone shopping, I was given a lacy white bra with no centers to expose my nipples and a white see-through summer dress to wear. 

The dress came just under my ass, so if I bent over ever so slightly my naked, panty-less pussy would be shown to whoever was nearby at the time.

I brushed my hair and put on the fishnet stockings along with the garter belt I was told to wear then slipped on a pair of my mother's high heel shoes dad had chosen out. 

I studied myself in the mirror and I looked smashing! No one would ever guess how young I was, I worried I look a bit like a prostitute but I think that was dads aim.

Dad looked me over then came out with "Fuck me baby you look gorgeous! Now listen Tammy, things can be all right here at home for you if you listen to me, and things don't need to be so horrible. 

"Don't say ANYTHING to anyone while we're out, I'll do all the talking and you just don't say a thing. And for the record if anyone asks, you're my wife." 

And with that he took me into the car with a little slap on the ass before driving me to the doctors. 



My Story Ch. 01



I arrive in NY, thankful to have a week’s vacation alone in a Manhattan hotel room alone. I am also excited to meet you who’ve I talked to for so many a night. I know you have a quite a night planned for me, and I can’t wait until it begins. I drop my bags off at home before heading out to get my first waxing... I want to make sure I'm completely bare and smooth for you. My waxer is shocked to see my wet cunt grow wetter as I lie on the table thinking of you.

When I arrive home, I stand in front of the bathroom mirror admiring myself. My nipples grow hard just from my gaze, and my eyes are drawn to my bare pussy, wanting to be played with. I touch myself for a bit, watching myself masturbate, until I reach the brink and then remember I have to shower and prepare myself for you.

I dress in a tight black turtleneck top, the tight fabric pulling and accentuating my breasts. They stick out like mounds beckoning for a hand to touch them. Underneath you can barely see the outline of my lacy bra. Next I step into the flimsy thong I bought specially the day before. I remember standing in the lingerie store picking it out, becoming wet the instant I saw it and touched it. My fingers graze my crack between my cunt as the thong goes on into place. Next comes my short black miniskirt. I turn around and bend over to see how covered I am -- the answer is barely. I will try not to bend down or the whole bar will see my smooth white perfect ass. I step into my favorite three inch stiletto open toed shoes and secure the straps around the ankles. I stand back to admire my outfit. I wonder for an instant if I should wear something sluttier -- something to show off my ample cleavage, but I don't want to give away my true slut persona at the upscale bar you are taking me to. It will be our little secret.

I head to the bathroom to blow dry my long straight brown hair, perfecting the layers that fall seductively over my left eye. Next I apply my makeup to perfection, easing on the colored lip gloss making my lips appear rosy and wet. I again look in the mirror and I’m satisfied. I feel the wetness between my legs one last time then leave.

When I arrive at the classy bar you chose, I see you right away sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. I am nervous. I walk over to you and wait. You barely notice me, paying more attention to your drink. And then you look me up and down. I cannot tell what you are thinking. You ask me what I’d like to drink and I ask for a 7 and 7. When my drink arrives you stand up, your free hand grabbing my breast as you do, taking a quick squeeze. You hear my surprised gasp. You grab my hand and lead me to a table.

We sit down in the booth that faces the crowd in the bar. Your hand instantly holds my thigh. my breathing increases... if you moved your hand up you would see i'm already wet. You make chit chat with me and the alcohol is constant flowing. Eventually, your friends show up and join us. Five of us sit at the table and I can feel how drunk I'm getting. I ask for permission to use the restroom and when I return, I take my place back beside you and sit down, surprised to find your hand underneath me. You begin to tell your friends a story. I'm having trouble concentrating, waiting to see what your hand will do. You slowly track my panty line and I feel you slip the flimsy covering aside. Your fingers graze my throbbing lips. And then you are still.

A bit later, you become more aggressive, fingerfucking me as we sit at the table with our friends. My body longs to hump your hand in a way so that your friends will not see me. I wonder if they know what you are doing; I wonder if they can see the heat rising to my cheeks. I guess you can tell how much I need something deep within me for you whisper for me to excuse myself for the bathroom. I do as i'm told and get up to walk away, surprised when you follow. You speak to me again in a soft commanding manner so only i can hear-

“Go to the bathroom but do not lock the door. walk to the far side, take off your top and bra and stand with your back to the door so your breasts are pressed against the cold tile wall. Spread your legs and your arms and wait for me."

I do as i'm told. as I'm standing there, in the bathroom, shirt and bra removed, hugging the wall for all to see, I worry that someone else might walk in - a stranger - before you. I hear the door fly open and feel the eyes of someone watching me. I hear the sound of the door locking. I do not know if it's you. The person moves closer, up behind me, I can feel his breath on my cheek. 

"Good girl," you say. I recognize your voice and am glad it is you.

Suddenly, you smack my ass again and again, pushing my cunt and breasts into the cold wall. You shove 3 fingers roughly into my wet pussy and hear me gasp. 

"You're such a slut,” you say. You unbuckle your belt and I'm nervous your going to slap me with it as I hear it whip out of your pants, but you don't. Instead you grab my arm and roughly jerk me around, pinning my arms behind me and binding them with your belt. 

You step back and look at me standing there, breasts swinging naked, miniskirt and heels on, hands bound behind my back. You come up to me again and grab my breasts, biting down hard on my nipples. Twisting them with your teeth. You tell me you'd love to see me in nipple clamps. I tell you I’ve never done that before but would like to. then i feel pressure on my shoulders. 

“On your knees, bitch,' you command. I do as I'm told. You undo your pants and your hard long cock flies out, hitting me in the face. You hold it there, slapping my face from side to side. 

“Do you want my cock?' you ask. 

“Yes,” I respond. “Tell me.” “I want to taste your beautiful sweet cock. I want to feel it against my throat.” “Show me,” you command.

I move my head forward and my tongue softly caresses the head. My technique is quite gentle compared to your rough handling of me. I lick your hole, savoring any pre cum I can find; trying to suck out anymore that will come. My lips move down your shaft, my saliva moistens as I suck and lick. I slowly pull back then go deeper. Again, slowly pull out and then deeper. I keep up this rhythm of sucking and licking pulling a bit of you out of me then sucking more of you back in. You're cock is so long that I worry I can’t take it all, but I keep going. I feel your hips begin pushing towards my face helping me out. I take the last of you in and nearly gag, but I make it. My nose is in your hair, taking in your scent. My lips wrapped around the base of your cock. Your tip at the very back of my throat, the shaft resting on my tongue. I stay this way for a minute, savoring the feeling of you filling me, of this perfect throbbing cock taking up my mouth. and then I pull back 'til just the head remains resting on my tongue.

I look up at you and smile. My big brown eyes looking for approval, the corners of my mouth turning into a smile so you know how much I'm enjoying it. And then, just like that, I ram all of you back in and down my throat. Again I stay motionless for a minute, pull out, smile, and ram you in me. Then I begin a rhythm as i suck your perfect cock.

I feel you grab my head, grasping onto my hair, your hands holding me, your hips jamming into me. My mouth is now fully your toy, your use for getting pleasure. I moan, the sounds vibrating off your cock in my mouth. 

“your such a whore,” you tell me.

If I could speak I would tell you that I love being your whore and that I want to taste your sweet cum. I’ve longed for the taste of your juices and I need them to stream down my throat. You must be able to read my mind for an in instant you cum - spurting into my mouth, my throat swallowing you up. I look up at you, my mouth filled with your sweet cum which is overflowing, dribbling down my chin and onto my breasts. I try to swallow it all, licking up all I can reach with my tongue. My head reaching down to lap up the pool on my breasts. And when I can't find anymore on me, my mouth turns to your cock and I lick that dry as well, sucking any last bit from your glorious penis. 

When you've had enough you pull away, unbind my hands, and pull up your pants. 

“Get dressed, fix yourself and come back to the table,” you tell me as i still sit on the floor. And then you leave, leaving the door unlocked behind you.

To be continued… 



My Story Ch. 01



(Writer's Note: My story is a bit long, I admit, but I felt it necessary for this first installment of what I hope will be a great story. What I plan to do with each future Part is to fit each Literotica story category/theme. It will be challenging to do so in the categories I have no interest in, such as Gay Male, Sci-Fi, etc., but I will give it the old college try. Thanks in advance for all feedback. Hope you enjoy my tale.)

I was doing quite alright financially for a 20 year old. While most of my friends were struggling to collect enough dough to pay for college or buy a car, or even just some pocket change to take a girl to a movie, my evening job had me dressing in the latest and most popular clothes, I had just bought an almost-new Jeep YJ, and of course I was smart enough to put some money away for college. Dating on the other hand, was something I had to sacrifice in order to make this money.

I had never had trouble meeting women and in fact, still had sex on a fairly regular basis, but I couldn't commit to a girlfriend due to my job... the lucrative one I mean, not the job at the video store that my family and friends knew about.

It all started innocently enough a year and a half earlier. It was a hot summer day and I decided to go for a long skate on my Rollerblades. After a couple of miles, the heat forced me to remove my shirt. Playing on the school football, baseball and hockey teams, along with my regular visits to the gym meant I was pretty cut physically.

I stopped at a park bench for a rest and was soon joined by a very attractive, 30-ish woman. She sat next to me and said hello, to which I responded in kind.

"How old are you?" she asked. I had not expected that kind of question, so I hesitated before responding that I was 18.

"Do you know how to dance?" was her next query. I thought perhaps she was asking me on a date, to which I would have very happily accepted. "Sure, I love dancing," I lied. I truly did know how to dance and had received compliments on my moves, but in all honesty, I hated dancing.

"Great!" she responded enthusiastically, before she went red and was clearly uncomfortable with what she was about to ask. "I am throwing a wedding shower for my friend and need to hire a male stripper. Everyone I've called wants over $200 for an hour and I don't feel comfortable hiring a guy I've never seen, he might be fat or bald or ugly. So I'll give you $250 for the entire party, which would be about four hours.

Compared to my $6 per hour job at Video Village, this money was too good to pass up, even if I couldn't actually do the work. I wasn't a stripper! I said yes without really thinking about what I just agreed to.

"Be here tonight at 8, and be dressed in a suit and tie when you arrive," she said handing me an address written on a sheet of paper. "Oh, and ask for Kerri," she said putting her hand out for me to shake.

Sensibility finally began to sink in as I shook her hand and I told her I couldn't do this, I didn't know how to be a stripper! She should find someone else.

"Don't be silly, you'll do just fine," she encouraged. "I'll make it $300, but you will have to more than just strip... and there's the possibility of a lot more money in it from you if you play your cards right."

She winked and walked away as I sat there dumbfounded. I must have sat there for about an hour after she left, just staring at the address, wondering what the hell I was thinking by agreeing to this. I crumpled up the paper and threw it away, then began skating home.

I was about halfway when my thoughts on this got the best of me and I returned, hoping to find the crumpled ball of paper where I tossed it. Luckily there was virtually no wind so it had only moved slightly from the spot it landed. I picked it and went home to shower and change.

As I tightened the knot in my tie, the doubts again creeped in. I decided I would arrive at the door and make a final decision then whether or not to knock on the door or get away from there as fast as I could. Luckily no one was home at my house when I left, so explaining why I was so dressed up would not be a problem. I hailed a cab and headed for the address Kerri provided.

Now my mind-games had taken a different approach, rather than nerves of whether or not I could go through with it, I now began to doubt this was legit. "Fuck her!" I almost said out loud in the cab. If this is all bullshit, then it's a lesson learnt not to believe everything you hear, especially when it involves an attractive woman and money. And if this was legit... then I was fucked! What would I do then? Best not to think about it until I get there, I convinced myself.

I noticed the homes we past seemed to get nicer and nicer before slowing to a gorgeous house with a number of cars in the driveway. The cabbie said this was the address I was looking for, and the number certainly matched.

"Look," I told the cabbie as I paid him, "I might not actually enter. If I do, then you can drive off, but stick around until then because I might come back." He grunted his agreement.

As I walked towards the door debating whether or not to make a break for the taxi, the door opened and Kerri was smiling, holding it open.

"Glad you could make it, come on in cutie," she said. Caught off guard, I entered and heard the cab drive off. I was a dead-man! "What's your name, anyway?" she asked. I could see she had been enjoying a few drinks by the glazed over look in her eyes, and the confidence she displayed compared to the awkwardness she demonstrated earlier. I answered her and she took my hand. "You look fantastic Eddy, nice tie." She led me past a room with a bunch of noisy women into the kitchen.

"Eddy, I'm the only one who knows you are here as the entertainment. You are to act as if you're just a cute, naive waiter who will then be talked into taking your clothes off, got it?"

Well, I had the naive part down, but expressed my hesitations to Kerri. As I did, she poured some Jack Daniels into a glass. "Drink this," she ordered. I didn't think she heard a single word I had just said and in frustration gulped down the whiskey before trying to explain again. I was met with another glass and a peace offering.

"Tell you what Eddy," she began negotiating, "Just do the waiter thing for now. Have a couple more drinks to loosen you up, and when the time comes for the entertainment, I will check with you first. If you can do it, then you've got at least $300 in your pocket and I won't look like a jackass who failed to get my friend a stripper. If you can't do it, then you're free to go at the end of the night, but you get nothing. Here's a $100 advance, but I get that back if you bail on me, deal?"

Her offer was fair I thought. I had no intention of stripping, but figured I at least owed her the waiter end of the bargain. She instructed me to just begin taking drink orders from the ladies and serving them, which I concluded would be easy enough. It proved to be much more difficult than I expected.

As I walked into the room, the women quickly stopped their little conversations to size up the male who just entered. They were visibly disappointed when Kerri introduced me as, "Eddy, who will be happy to take your drink orders." As one much older woman said, "Kerri, we thought this handsome young man was going to put on a show for us." As the room erupted with laughter, Kerri just winked at me while saying, "Perhaps if we're lucky Eddy will be so accommodating."

I took a few orders, nothing too complex, especially for someone with no bar-tending experience like me. Each time I entered the room I felt the gaze of the women, eyeing me as I took their orders, and I could hear their little remarks about my butt, and what a "strong, young buck" I was. I probably would've found it degrading without the four shots of Jack Daniels I had had by this point. Instead I found it arousing and even began to play it up, flirting with the women who had by now started putting tips into my pocket.

A woman named Shirley then stood up and announced, "It is time, ladies." I instantly looked over at Kerri terrified that she'd betrayed me, but she waved her hand in a manner that eased my concerns that this had nothing to do with me. As it turns out, Shirley was from a local fantasy company and goes to such gatherings to sell sex toys, lotions, lingerie, and other sexual products.

As I continuously walked from the kitchen to the room (gulping another glass of whiskey every so often), Shirley's sales pitch went from amusing me to exciting me with some of the sexy outfits to the somewhat awkward, yet strangely arousing display of sex toys. I watched, enjoying a good buzz from the Jack Daniels, and feeling my cock get harder as the ladies passed around small, egg-shape vibrators up to big, black rubber cocks as thick as my muscular forearm.

After the products had all been shown and explained, Shirley took her wares into another room where the shower guests would see her alone to confidentially buy any of the items they wanted to purchase. During this time, Kerri came to me and was happy to see that I was now as drunk as she was, if not more.

"How are ya, Eddy?" she asked coyly, knowing what my answer would be. I gave her the familiar stupid grin most people smile when they've had a few too many.

"And how are you feeling about being the stripper for your pal Kerri and her friends?" she said in her most seductive voice, grabbing the lapels of my jacket and pulling me close to her. Between the money, the close proximity of her body to mine, the hard-on I had from watching the women with the sex toys, and of course the who-knows-how-many-drinks, the most intellectual thing I could say was, "Fuck it! Why not?!"

Kerri was delighted and then explained the set-up. I was to take drink orders as normal, but when I got to Jamie (the bride-to-be), Kerri would tease me about not having a stripper for Jamie and would I just take off my shirt so that she could see my muscular chest. I would act shy, but willing to do so after Kerri's pestering. From there, Kerri would continue to hound me to remove the rest of my clothing before I would eventually be naked and she'd play some music for me to dance to. Pissed-drunk as I now was, it all seemed like the easiest thing to do.

Sure enough, after everyone had made their purchases from Shirley, I took another round of orders, coming to Jamie last. Kerri sitting next to her, was lamenting to Jamie that she is a terrible friend for not having got a stripper. Jamie shyly told her it was okay, while the other women pretended to be distraught by this.

"Eddy, could you please, please, please help out a terrible maid of honour and just show Jamie your bare chest, it's the least I can think of after failing so miserably at my most important task," Kerri asked dramatically, as if she might just die if I refused. As planned, I chuckled in an "awww, shucks" shy little boy manner and told her I didn't have a very nice body and Jamie wouldn't want to see my bare chest.

"Sure she does," Kerri interjected, a statement that was echoed by some of the other women. As Kerri prodded on, I pretended to waver, as if I was debating it, which just drew more cheers and urging from the others. "Just my chest, right?" I asked Kerri? "Of course!" she replied, before saying a loud whisper before laughing, "Maybe..."

I removed my coat and after the urges of her friends and guests, Jamie helped remove my tie and slowly unbutton my shirt.

By now my hard-on was pushing against the fabric of my slacks and this did not go unnoticed by the women who made a number of crude comments alluding to it.

As Jamie pulled my open shirt down over my arms, my bare chest was welcomed with cheers and whistles. Kerri stood applauding then put my neck tie back on me, before saying, "Eddy, you'll notice your tie almost appears like an arrow pointing downward... to what we'd like to see you remove next."

This drew more boisterous noise from the women, and once again, I played the shy kid who wouldn't dare do such a thing. More pestering from Kerri and the others, plus an offer of $100 from Stacey, Jamie's smoking-hot M.I.L.F. of a mother, got me agreeing to wear nothing but my boxers, and the agreement to dance for Jamie.

As the music played I began dancing, very awkwardly at first but the cheers encouraged me to really get into it. Soon I was grinding my very evident hard-on into Jamie's chest, as I slid my body down on to hers. I then worked my way around the room, dancing a bit for each woman, occasionally being groped by the more out-going ones. When I got to Kerri, she placed her hands on my ass, as if just to cop a feel of my buns, but she very quickly yanked my shorts down to the loud approval of the others.

I feigned embarrassment and covered up, but quickly agreed to finish my dance in the buff at the almost instant offer of another $100 from Kelly, a friend of Jamie's.

My engorged cock was exposed as I danced around, drunk and loving the attention. Shirley jokingly said that I too should meet with the women one-on-one in the bedroom. This playful suggestion led to a very interesting offer of yet another $100 to jack off. Some of the more reserved women took that as their cue to leave, but that wasn't going to stop me from making another $100 to do what I did for free all the time anyway. I agreed, but kept dancing while Jamie and Stacey and Kerri thanked the guests who were departing at the door.

When they returned, Kerri had already gotten some baby oil out of the bathroom and passed it to me to use for the next part of my show. I slowly and sensually poured the oil onto my chest and rubbed it into my skin while slowly grinding to the music. The crowd was pretty quiet by this point and simply watched me.

I squeezed the bottle onto my stomach and allowed the oil to pour down onto my cock and balls. My hands slid down my chest past my stomach and down to my hard shaft. I began rubbing the oil into my foreskin with my right hand as my left rubbed my balls. The spreading of oil turned into slow, rhythmic stroking as my right hand slid up and down my length.

The oil glistened off my chiselled body and my pace accelerated. The women were watching me intently and were clearly aroused by my performance. I then got down on my knees followed by arching my back, pumping furiously on my hard cock. The women seemed to move closer and closer to me.

Up to this point they were very quiet, but as they saw me nearing my impending peak, Kelly was the first to break the silence with a plea for me to cum. The women concurred that this was what they wanted to see, and so with the vocal encouragement, I found myself panting, my breath rapid and shallow as my oiled hand slid the foreskin over the head of my cock and then back down again until it exploded with my hot white lava, shooting onto my abs and chest. A round of applause and cheering demonstrated my audience's enjoyment.

As the women filtered out, I showered and got dressed, $780 richer (including tips). I wished Jamie well in her marriage, and gave Kerri my number so that she could reach me for any more parties.

I have been dancing since and putting on jack-off shows whenever someone would pay me to do so, averaging one party for every two weeks, though admittedly the lucrative debut I enjoyed had yet to be matched. An ad in the local newspaper help to attract enough business to keep me happy, however.

My goal was to keep doing this for a few more years, at least until I graduated college and had a full-time job, but that all changed at last night's party... now, my whole life was turned upside down and I had no idea what my future had in store.

To be continued... 



My Story Ch. 02



What's wrong with me? I've never really felt this way before. A permanent sense of horniness, a permanent tingle in my pussy. I've felt something like this before, but always only after a few tequilas or vodkas, when the music's loud and his hands are all over my body. But it's barely past lunch, I'm as sober as our senior minister Lee Kuan Yew and there's neither guy nor music. And yet I've never felt hornier. Is it the window, with its curtains drawn open, the afternoon sunlight streaming through, my naked body on the couch in full view for anybody passing by on the corridor? I stroke my clit lazily, planning the rest of the afternoon. I want to go downstairs to the food center for lunch. I want to be bold and daring and wear something skimpy and flashy. I want to go downstairs naked in public, but I'm not ready. I dare not. 

I decide on a loose blouse and skirt with no panties or bra. My skirt is plaited and short, reaching only to mid-thigh. My blouse is tucked out, with only 2 buttons done up, my cleavage on display and if you're looking from the right angle, you might catch a glimpse of my nipples. 

I go downstairs, walking the four floors. My skirt bounces as I move – I wonder if my pussy can be seen? It's only two hundred meters through a car park and another couple blocks of flats and I'm at the food center – a hawker center we call it here in Singapore. It's open air and damp and a bit dirty but the food is fantastic – over thirty stalls and really crowded. I feel stares from the menagerie of people in the hawker center. What is this siao zha bo (crazy woman in hokkien, a dialect) doing here dressed like that? So shameful! Like a prostitute like that. My flip-flops flip and flop as I look for a stall that I like. I walk a full round of the hawker center, making my presence known. Oh God. I'm so damn horny. I'm such a slut. What am I doing? What am I doing? Oh shit. 

I find the noodle stall – I haven't eaten here for some time, so why not? I order a bowl of noodles, and sit at a table nearby. A table away, six teenage gangster wannabes "Ah-bengs" we call them – sit and eat and swear loudly in dialect and English. I shift around on the stool I'm sitting on so that my butt flesh is on the seat, feeling the dirty plastic. Oh shit – I'll have to bathe later. My pussy drips in anticipation. I cross and uncross my legs under the table a couple of times then finally leave them wide open. Knees far apart. I make eye contact with one of the boys, and then immediately gaze away. But a moment is all I need. I suddenly feel six stares on me and the loud swearing softens. They've made me. From the corner of my eye, I see them stare at my naked pussy underneath the table. I'm red now, but I don't cross my legs. I'm blushing like mad but my pussy's really going now, dripping wet. My clit is yearning to be rubbed and I do it, surreptitiously, but the boys see everything. Oh shit. I'm such a slut. I'm such a slut. I wonder if any of them has had sex before. Are they virgins? How big are their dicks? I'm crazy.

My noodles arrive. I pay the man, who takes his time counting the change because he can see down my blouse. I shift a bit and I think he can see my right nipple because suddenly he drops some coins on the floor, which roll underneath the table, and then his face is only feet away from my pussy. Oh shit. Oh shit. I'm crazy. I'm a crazy slut. Why am I doing this? Why? I'm going crazy. The man bumps his head on the underside of the table as he gets up. He hands me my change and grins stupidly, mouth slightly agape. He leaves, and I see one of the teenagers at the other table wipe drool from his chin. I finish the noodles, not too quickly, though, and then I stand up to leave. That's a cue for one of the boys to come over to me. He can't be more than 18, with his bleached hair and tight shirt. And a bulge in his pants.

"Eh, ah, Miss...ah. We ah. We enjoyed the. Ah. Show. Yah. I mean, you very pretty one. Yah. So eh. Can I have your phone number. Ah. Yah. Just to call and chat ah." He stutters – English is not his best subject in school. I force a smile, dying inside, knowing that he's seen all my secrets and I'm blushing like mad. I put on my best lawyer face, and say. "No. Lick my ass, cock sucker, and I might consider. But for now, you gotta be 18 and above to ride." Then I wink and sashay away, burning up inside because I'm dying of embarrassment. I hope nobody I knew saw me. That's one thing living in blocks and blocks of impersonal flats – sometimes, nobody knows anybody else. I feel the boys' stare on me until I get out of sight. 

I get back to my block, and walk up the five floors. There's no one around today, and the corridor that leads to my flat is devoid of people. I'm all tingling with excitement and shame at what I've done at the hawker center – I hope the boys don't forget it too quickly. I'm a slut. Oh god what's wrong with me? Along the corridor, I slip out of my blouse and skirt, and pray no one sees me. Which is weird because I want people to see me naked like this. What am I doing? What? At the door, I struggle with my keys. I can't seem to get them to fit into the keyhole because I'm shaking all over. I'm trembling with fear. I can hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and the sound the lift makes when it arrives on the floor. I'm not sure if it's just my imagination, but I drop the keys because I'm so bloody scared. Oh god. I'm naked with my clothes under my arm and I can't get my door to work. The pussy juices are flowing down my inner thighs now, my nipples at full attention. The hot Singaporean air feels cool on my skin. 

Footsteps turn the corner and my lock turns, my naked body tumbling into my flat. Was I seen? Was I seen? I don't know. Oh crap. Why am I doing this? Indoors, I rub myself to a fantastic, fantastic orgasm. So fantastic. I can't stop myself from making those groans and moans loud and long. I hope no one calls an ambulance by mistake.

The afternoon flies past in a haze – I'm expected for dinner at my parent's place. I dress up, the first time I've put on clothes since yesterday. It feels strange, constricting and yet familiar. I plan to go clubbing later, dancing at the nightclubs with some friends, so I pick out a black tube dress that my 34C- 24- 33 body can slip into easily. It's a modest sort, reaching to my knees. I wear a pink camisole over to cover my bare shoulders, then put on moderate heels which are comfortable enough to dance in.

Dinner at my parent's place is a routine, greetings to them both and my elder sister, who lives with her husband and two really cute children there, then a meal followed by some television and chit chat about the neighbours and school. Then the kids file off to bed, and I excuse myself to go clubbing. My friends are waiting for me at Clarke Quay, one of the busy strips of bars and nightclubs next to the Singapore River. 

"Sue, you quite fast tonight ah. Only kept us waiting 15 minutes this time. See lah, because of you we might miss the ladies night promotion at Zephyr." 

"Sorry...my parents kept me busy." I replied. All six of my close friends, all girls, ready to paint the town red. Tube tops, handkerchief tops, halters, micro skirts, mini skirts, hot pants. Not quite slutty. But we had fun, and that was the most important bit. I folded the top of my tube in, so that it was shortened and now the skirt reached slightly above mid-thigh, good for showing off leg, which I know I have, and the occasional thong flash. 

We pay a low rate of $15 to get into the nightclub, teasing the bouncers, and it's not long before we're hitting the tequilas and vodka limes, and dancing our skirts off. I'm sweaty from gyrating to the pulse poundingly loud music. My camisole is in my handbag kept at the bag counter, and I know the men like what they see when they look at me. I sit at the bar for a rest, sipping my 3rd vodka lime. My chest is heaving, my pretty firm tits unsupported by any bra or wire. 

"Hola." 

I turn around, in direction of the greetings. It's a good-looking guy, with a goatee. Looks kinda dashing, confident. The suave sort. I'm bought. "Alone tonight?" 

"With friends." 

"Ah. Jason." He sticks out a hand, his voiced controlled and smooth, raised over the loud music.

"Sue. Nice to meet you."

We chat a bit – he's an engineer working with the Defense Science and Technology Agency, DSTA, slightly older than me and is currently single. He wants to have sex and so do I, but not just yet. So we trade handphone numbers and business cards. 

2 AM.

I stumble into my flat, tired and reeking of alcohol and smoke. I close the door behind me and then.

The door flies open.

Rough hands grab me.

Faces masked in shadows. 

Dialect. Swearing.

More hands. Over my mouth. 

Trying to scream.

Cold steel on the skin of my neck.

"Try and scream ah, and I'll cut your throat, bitch." A familiar voice. He can't be more than 18, with his bleached hair and tight shirt. And a bulge in his pants. The boy from the hawker center. And his friends. I nod. Beginning to tear a bit. Scared. Scared. Scared. But I want what's coming next. I want it but I'm scared. So I plead. "No...please. No..."

"Damn slut. Wah lau, we saw you naked on the corridor ah. Fuck lah fucking slut. Fuck. You dare tell me to lick your ass you bitch. Tonight you lick mine. Damn slut. Fucking slut." The boy says, knowing his power over me and his friends holding me down. Six of them in all. Four hold my arms and legs and my tube is now bunched around my waist. My thong ripped off, so my tits and pussy are exposed. I'm held, bent forward at my waist by two of the boys. I can't move. I see the other four take off their pants. Take off their underwear, showing me their dicks. Not big but I'm frightened because I don't want to die and I'm horny because I want to get fucked. The leader turns his ass to me and I'm forced to lick it, a couple of times. Smells like shit, but not too bad. Tolerable. The boys are laughing, merry with excitement.

Soon their cocks are plunging into my pussy and mouth. They don't try my ass, and I'm thankful because I've never done it there before. They take turns, 4 holding me onto the floor and 2 fucking me, one in my mouth, and the other in my pussy. They aren't virgins, they know what they're doing. They actually succeed in bringing me to climax. So scared. So scared. Please let them not kill me when they're done with me. I don't want to die. And yet, I cum. And cum again. They shoot their loads as many times as they can, in my mouth and pussy and over my body when they miss. I keep whispering "No...no more, please. No..." But I know differently. They know it too. I'm covered with cum, my pussy leaking cum and it coats my mouth and tits. They enjoyed straddling my waist and fucking the space between my tits, kneading them together and trapping their guy flesh in between them. Oh god. I've become such a slut. How? Why? What's happening to me? 

I'm in a haze, dazed from the fucking. But when camera flashes go off, and more laughing, and I get scared. My picture's been taken. Now they're going to kill me. But they don't. They just take pictures of me naked and cum-coated, and then warn me to never tell the police. Then they leave like they came, with the camera and pictures. Leaving me on the floor, dropping off to sleep. Oh god. What a slut I've become. This mustn't happen again. It mustn't. It won't...

It probably will. 



My Story Ch. 02



I undressed from all my sisters' clothes and ran naked to the shower. Granddaddy's cum was leaking out of my boy-pussy and running down my leg. 

I showered and headed to granddaddy's room. On his bed laid a pair of pink panties, a matching pink bra and a pink teddy. I gathered all of them and carried them to my sister's room. I did my makeup again and dressed just as granddaddy had told me too.

My stomach was shaking as I walked down the hall towards the stairs. I could smell the cigars that were being smoked and hear the men telling jokes as they played cards.

I slowly descended down the stairs. The room was getting quiet as the men finally noticed me.

"Come here Raylene." My granddaddy said as he got up from the table.

"Gentlemen now that I have all of your attention. I'd like to introduce you all to the sweetest fuck you will ever have, Raylene."

All the men started to applaud. I was blushing all over.

I looked around to see if I knew any of the men here. I recognized two of the men. One was a teacher at my school and another was the daddy of a friend of mine.

"Now Raylene I want you to dance for us and don't worry I'll make sure no one hurts you. Ok?"

I shook my head yes and proceeded to dance to the music that someone started playing. Granddaddy took me by the hand and helped me to get up on top of the poker table. I danced as seductively as I could. Granddaddy must have caught me dancing like a stripper before because he was playing my favorite dance song.

I shook my ass and bounced up and down for the five Gentlemen at the table. Some were stuffing money into my g-string while trying to cope a feel. I was really hot. Someone started rubbing my ass. I kept pushing back on his hand. He was running his finger up and down my crack. I stood up and removed my teddy and sent sailing across the room. My bra went next. The men were whistling at me. 

Granddaddy came over and offered me a hand and helped me off the table. He led me to his room. He had set up three video cameras around the room. I got on his bed the first man came in. He was naked. My god he was stunning. His cock was as hard as could be. I got on all fours and opened my mouth as he slid easily in my mouth. I closed my eyes and proceeded to suck my new lover. 

I couldn't take all of his cock at first but slowly my throat opened and I had all 10 inches of Mr. Stewarts cock in my throat. Two more gentlemen came in offered their cock for me. I pulled off Mr. Stewarts cock and started alternating between all three cocks in front of me. If I wasn't licking or sucking, I jacking their cocks.

Someone started rubbing my ass. His hands were massaging my ass cheeks. He pulled my panties down and helped me take them off. My ass was hungry for a hard cock to fuck it. My new lover started licking my rose bud his tongue was probing my boy pussy. I was bouncing my ass up and down as his face fucked me. 

Mr. Stewart's cock started shooting his seed all over my face. That was all it took as the other men started cumming also. Some were shooting off on my body and some were aiming for my mouth. The man at my ass rolled me onto my back. He hooked my legs around his arms and lifted them to his shoulders exposing my rose bud to him. He slid his cock into me inch by inch I took more and more until he was all the way in. I was completely full I could have died right then. He started pulling out of me and just as fast he pushed all of himself back in me. He slowly teased me. Fucking me to heaven. I lost what was going on around me. I concentrated on getting nothing but pleasure from the man fucking my hot young ass. 

"Harder loveeeer, hardeeer." I pleaded.

"You like my cock in your pussy? Don't you, you little slut?"

"Yes yes, yes yeeessss yesssss, fuck me FUCK ME! Slam that cock into me. That's it oh yea give it all to me baby. Fuck meeee".

"Oooooohhhhh God I'mmmm Cummmmmmingg"

"That's it shove that cum deep in my boy pussy."

The man collapsed on top of me.

"Get out the man and let someone else get a crack at that girly-girl."

I opened my eyes in shock as my new lovers head entered my ass. I moaned as he slid it home. The man was huge. He stretched my opening to new limits. The pain was nearly more then pleasure. But soon I heard myself again begging him to fuck me harder.

I don' remember how many times I was fucked or how many times my mouth was used. But I can tell you I enjoyed everything that was done to me. When I woke the next day it was daylight. I pulled the covers off of me. I was naked and covered in cum. I looked in the mirror. I was a mess. My hair and makeup was a mess also.

I opened my bedroom door and started down the hall. As I opened the bathroom door my Daddy step out.

"What the hell." was all he said.

I just smiled and ran my hand over his hairy chest as I walked by and shut the door.

To be continued, maybe.



My Story Ch. 02



By the time I was twenty-one, I had been having sex with my father and brother for a couple of years. I think they both knew about the other, but it wasn't something we sat around and talked about, if you know what I mean. I considered both relationships special and treated my Dad and Andy differently, not just because of their diverse sexual preferences but because they each deserved my special attention for the joy they brought me.

Fucking them was a gift, in my opinion. There was never the added pressure I felt with boyfriends. With boyfriends you always have to worry about what they're thinking, how serious they think we are, and all that goes with it. With Dad and Andy, the only worry was getting caught by Mom.

My mother was a saint. She acted relentlessly as a referee between all the rest of us. Maybe I'm biased, but she was gorgeous for a forty something woman; blonde and tiny with a decent body, intelligent, and, around Dad anyway, very sexy. She was also a little shy, like me.

Maybe I felt a little guilty about my liaisons with Dad and my brother because I found myself wanting to be closer and closer to my Mom. I never thought of it as a sexual attraction at first. But then I started looking at her in much the same way I did with Dad and Andy; as a potential partner.

That really scared me. I assumed right off she would want no part of it. Of course, I was also scared by the thought that I would think of her in those terms. I'd never wanted to be with a woman in my life. I was scared by the likely consequences of trying something with Mom and having it backfire in my face.

But as the weeks went past, my desire to be with Mom grew to the point where I had to act. This wasn't going to be easy.

Luckily, something Mom herself did opened the door for me to bring up the subject. We were shopping...as usual...in a rather upscale clothing store one afternoon, just looking at stuff that was way above the budget either of us had for clothes. Eventually, we were approached by a stunning sales lady slightly younger than my Mom.

My mother is very good at telling sales people to get lost, so I was surprised to watch her let this woman guide us through various racks of blouses and dresses. Mom talked to her longer than I had ever heard her talk to somebody in a store. We must have spent close to half an hour with her and Mom did ultimately buy two things without even trying them on.

After leaving the store, I said, "Geez, Mom. What got into you?"

She laughed. "I don't know. I just liked the way she helped without being pushy."

After a short pause, Mom said, "She was pretty, wasn't she?"

"Yes. She needs to be working over at the sporting goods store where the guys are," I replied.

"Maybe she likes women," Mom said with a wry grin.

I raised my eyebrows when she looked at me. "That would be a very lucky woman. I thought it was going to be you if you stayed much longer."

Mom looked straight ahead as we walked. After a moment, she said, "I wonder how a lesbian woman, or even a bisexual woman, finds out that somebody they meet is also lesbian or bi."

"She asks?" I said.

"God, Traci. YOU would, wouldn't you? Most of us wouldn't be so direct."

"Should we go back and ask her?"

"No. And quit being sarcastic. I'm serious. How are we supposed to know?" Mom said.

"Let's see," I said in a thoughtful voice. "You go back again tomorrow sometime around lunch. You look at the same things you saw today. If she doesn't come to help, you ask somebody if the gorgeous babe we saw today is working. If she is, you spend another half hour with her. You exchange names; small talk. You invite her to lunch. That night you're in bed with her."

Luckily, we were almost to the car because Mom wouldn't talk to me.

We were alone in the house when we got home. I went to do something while Mom headed for her bedroom to put her new clothes away. About fifteen minutes passed and I had wandered into the family room, down the hall from Mom and Dad's bedroom. That's when I saw her next.

Mom came out of her bedroom and walked towards me. She had on a sheer, body fitting blouse she had picked out. Mom had taken off her pants and the bottom of the blouse covered anything underneath.

I just stared. She was so beautiful and sexy. Her breasts gave the blouse just the right contour and the deep opening at the top allowed for plenty of cleavage to show. Her legs were perfect, as always, and the blouse brushed against them delicately as she walked.

"Do you think it's too small?" she asked me.

"No, Mom. It's perfect on you. Aren't you glad she picked it out for you now?"

Mom frowned. "I saw it first."

"Turn around," I told her.

With her back facing me, Mom didn't need to know I spent most of the time looking at her cute ass under the shirt. I could also see her bra through the thin material and my self-control was lost. I had to have her.

I stepped forward and put my hands lightly on her sides. I felt her twitch and her head began to turn around.

"I think any lesbian or bi woman would find it easy to let you know they are interested," I said softly.

By then my arms were wrapped around her and our bodies were tight against each other. Mom put her hands on top of mine.

"I guess," Mom said in an uneasy voice. "Is that a compliment?"

"Of course it is. You're beautiful, Mom, and I think you're afraid to admit it."

I kissed her neck. My hands slid a little higher on her chest.

"Honey...," she began to say.

I felt the bottom of her bra and just a hint of her breasts. Her grip on my hands became firmer.

"Let me," I whispered. "It's OK."

When my fingers started to cover her breasts, she dropped her hands. I kissed her some more and licked her soft skin.

"Traci."

I let my body answer her. I held her breasts tighter and pressed my pussy against her ass. The blouse bunched up in my hands as I clutched at her. I felt the bra moving against her breasts and Mom's nipples hardened.

Opening just one button would give me full access to her chest. I tried to do it stealthily, but I was shaking a little and fumbled at it for a second. Then it fell open.

I could hear Mom's breathing grow faster and harder as my fingers ran across the top of her breasts for the first time. Common sense told me to go slow; not to push my luck and scare her off. But lust took over and the fingers of one hand slipped inside her bra. I touched her nipple and I thought Mom gasped very softly. I squeezed her breast.

Her ass pushed harder against my body. I had one side of her bra practically off her breast I was so anxious to get at it. I pinched her nipple and Mom finally let out an audible sigh.

That's when I made my first mistake. I let my free hand slide down her body. I tugged at the bottom of her blouse until I felt the skin of her thigh. My hand rose until it was on her panties. I nearly made it to her pussy.

"Traci! No! We...we have to...stop," Mom cried out, pulling away from me. "We can't do that."

I watched her nervously straighten her bra and button her blouse again.

I said, "So, I think that's how women let each other know. Are you going back to the store?"

"No," she bellowed, heading for the bedroom. "I am not."

***

It would have been extremely disappointing if nothing else ever happened between us. The next day I waited patiently for another opportunity to be alone with Mom and either discuss what we did, or continue it. But the chance never arose.

The last thing I expected was for Mom to be the one to initiate it, the day after that.

"I went back to the store today," Mom said nonchalantly as we sat in the eating area of the kitchen.

My eyes opened wide and I sat up, paying full attention now.

"Really? And?"

"I didn't buy anything," she said.

"Was she there?" I asked.

"No."

The look on her face provided everything I needed to know.

"Ahhh, too bad. Were you going to talk to her?"

"Maybe," Mom said with an air of indifference. But I thought otherwise. "I guess she was at lunch with some young, good looking guy."

"It's her loss," I said.

"You're sweet," Mom told me. After a pause, she added, "Are you mad at me for...the other day?"

"No. Not mad."

"Disappointed?"

"That. And frustrated."

Mom stared at me. "Why?"

I had thought about what I was going to say, and went slowly to make sure I got it right.

"Because you won't allow yourself to discover how you really feel...about other women."

"But I went back to her," Mom said, sounding very irritated with me.

"And what would you have done if she was there? What did you really want?"

Mom looked everywhere but at me. She fidgeted with her coffee cup. Finally, "I don't know, Traci. I don't know."

I stood up. I reached out for her hand and pulled her up, as well. We faced each other and I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. It only lasted a second and Mom didn't respond.

Then she said, "I'm not sure it was her I wanted."

I thought my heart would burst from my chest. I kissed her again. Mom separated her lips. I pressed harder and our tongues met. The next minute or so was pretty much a blur. The kiss became more passionate; we held each other tightly before our hands started to wander; our bodies ground together.

When it ended, I said to her softly, "Let's try this. One time. Together."

Mom just nodded, but her eyes had already given me approval.

She wore a t-shirt and I was probably a little quick in trying to get it off her.

"Right here?" she questioned in a tone of fear.

"Yes. Right here, Mom."

I had the shirt up and was licking the tops of her breasts, above her bra.

"But somebody might...."

I desperately pulled the bra to one side and exposed Mom's nipple. My mouth was on it before she could say anything else. I sucked on it and licked it frantically, successfully quieting my mother at the same time. She voluntarily removed her shirt at that point.

I reached back and unhooked her bra. I slid it down her arms and tossed it onto the counter. Then I stared in awe at her fabulous breasts; the round, firm breasts I had clung to so eagerly the other day. We were both probably concerned about the slim chance my brother or father might come back earlier than expected. But the sight of those breasts and my ever-increasing lust for Mom won out.

I held one breast in my hand and put my lips around it. My tongue played with the nipple. I nibbled at it with my lips and teeth. Mom moaned and moved back until the edge of the counter helped her stand on unsteady legs.

By then I was sucking on both breasts in succession, pulling at the nipples and feeling her incredible soft skin in my mouth. Mom held my head closer to her, easing my mind a little on her acceptance of what we were doing.

And just like a mother, her thoughts quickly turned to my needs. Her hands were under my tank top, impatiently moving onto my breasts. It was the happiest I'd ever been that I wasn't wearing a bra. Soon, my ultra-sensitive nipples were hard and my pussy burned with the need to cum.

I figured if I felt that way, Mom did too. So I put a hand between her legs, on top of her shorts.

"No, Traci. Don't," she said in protest.

I rubbed harder and sucked on a breast.

"Open your shorts," I whispered.

"No."

I could feel the moisture and warmth of her pussy. I found her clit and she jerked. Soon, she unbuttoned the shorts and pulled down the zipper. My hand dove inside her panties and found the throbbing clit.

Mom cried out with delight and I bit lightly on her nipple, causing her entire body to shudder.

"Traci. Stop. Please stop."

I never said a word. I used her own juices to stroke her clit harder and faster. I sucked on her breasts more fervently. I was going to make my mother cum, right there in the kitchen.

She squirmed the entire time I masturbated her, but she never again told me to stop or attempted to remove my hand. It was just a matter of time; a short time, as it ended up.

Much sooner than I expected, Mom was gripping my head with one hand and the edge of the counter with the other. Her body stiffened.

"Oh my God, Traci. I'm...I'm..."

I drive two fingers deep inside her pussy, then returned to her clit.

"Now. Now! I'm going to...oh God!"

She grimaced, took in a couple short breaths, and then burst into an orgasm. One long spasm after another, each one accompanied by a fraught gasp, let me know I was hitting the right spots with my hand. The feeling of her shaking, knowing that Mom was cumming in waves because of me, was one of the most wonderful things I'd ever experienced.

I made sure our bodies were as close as possible when she neared the end. All I wanted to do was to hold her and kiss her. It was going to be too risky to stay there much longer.

"OK, honey. Stop," Mom wheezed.

I withdrew my hand. I got the kiss I wanted so badly.

Mom murmured as we hugged, "What did we just do?"

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, I made you cum," I replied.

"Yes, you certainly did. Why?"

"Because I love you and wanted to show it," I said.

"I love you too, Traci. But...we shouldn't have...done...THAT."

I was looking at her, watching her pull her clothing back together. "Isn't it what you would have done with the babe in the store?"

"No! I mean, anyway it wasn't her. It was you. My daughter, for God's sake."

"That makes it even better. Just think how good it will be when we're alone for sure and have lots of time," I said with a grin.

Mom was dressed and looked at me with contempt. "That was nice, hon. But I don't think we should...."

I stopped her by covering her mouth with mine, starting a long kiss, and letting my hands roam her body again. Then I said, "That wouldn't be fair. I haven't cum yet."

After a long pause, Mom said, "We'll see."

***

The next couple days were pure agony. I spent most of the time at work or in my condo and when I did get a chance to visit Mom, we were never alone. I grew up knowing that when Mom said 'We'll see,' it usually meant 'Don't hold your breath.' I was hoping that she wouldn't pull that trick for something this important.

I had almost given up. Then I pulled up to my condo after work one day at the usual time and Mom's car was there. She had a key to my place so it didn't surprise me that she had gone inside to wait for me.

But I found her in the kitchen, laying out the ingredients of what looked like a full meal. She never had come to the condo and cooked for me, mainly because I went to the house so often and ate there. Also to my delight, she wore a short, sleeveless, summery dress that made her look half her age and incredibly sexy.

"What are you doing?" I asked cheerfully when I got to her and kissed her cheek.

"Getting ready to cook."

"For both of us?" I asked.

"Yep. Is that OK?"

"Absolutely. What an awesome surprise."

I fought back the urge to throw her against the counter once more and pick up where we left off the other day. This time she gave me no opportunity.

She began to walk out of the kitchen, saying, "Stay here for a second."

I agreed, looking at the various ingredients of the meal. She walked down the hall. I assumed she was going to use the bathroom. But a moment later I heard her call my name.

I took the same route Mom had just taken and leaned my head around the half open door of the bathroom. I was about to ask her what she needed, but I stood frozen in place and speechless.

Mom was naked. The tub was full and a thick layer of bubbles covered the surface.

"Get in here. Before the water gets too cold."

I realized immediately that she had prepared it for me even before I arrived, and now we were going to share it. I closed the door as I entered, staring at Mom's beautiful body.

"Mom, this is...," I started to say.

She was kissing me before I finished. My clothes were being stripped off before I could take another breath and I caressed every inch of her nude body. The instant my bra was off Mom took a breast in her mouth and sent shockwaves through me.

This was her first time with a woman and she definitely seemed to enjoy it as much as I had with her. I could have never imagined how good it felt.

After a short assault on my breasts, she said, "I went shopping today. Our friend was there. I almost asked her something I never thought I'd ask another woman. And then I knew what I wanted."

She paused and I looked into her beautiful eyes.

She said, "I wanted you, Traci. All along, I wanted you."

I kissed her so she couldn't see me tearing up. At the same time, she was working on getting me naked. I let her take off my pants and panties and we stood together; touching and stroking and getting hornier.

She turned and said, "Let me test this first."

She bent over and ran her hand through the water while I ran my hand over her soft ass.

"Good. Still warm," she said.

I watched her climb in and settle down into the bubbles. Her eyes begged me to join her. I carefully found space and got between her legs. I was on my knees at first, but then we found the space and I sat facing her.

Our legs intertwined under the water and our hands skimmed up and down each other's calves. Then her foot was touching my pussy and I sat in the water motionless, waiting for Mom's next move. When she made it clear with her actions she intended to rub me with it, I leaned back, spread my legs, and let her toes find my clit. She was slow and soft and tender.

"That feels fantastic, Mom," I said quietly.

After a moment, the foot was pulled away and Mom was rising out of the water. She got on her knees and leaned forward until she hovered over me. Her breasts hung deliciously in front of me, but this was not going to be the time I satisfied Mom. She brushed away the few bubbles that clung to my breasts and she bent forward a little more.

I closed my eyes, my head resting on the end of the tub, and reveled in the sensation of my mother sucking, licking, and nibbling on my breasts. Several minutes of this treatment, plus her hand probing my clit and pussy, brought me to the verge of an orgasm.

Mom knew it. She recognized the trembling of my body; the uneven breathing; the lifting of my pussy whenever she touched my clit.

She smiled at me without making a comment. She moved back, put her hands under my ass, and lifted my pussy just above the waterline. Mom kissed all around my pussy and I was very afraid that the moment she touched it with her lips I would explode.

I frantically fought back the need to cum as soon as Mom's tongue found my clit. I let her suck on it and slide her tongue inside me over and over again. My heart raced like never before and beads of perspiration formed on my forehead, but I wouldn't let myself climax.

"C'mon baby," Mom urged at one point. "I want you to cum."

Nobody wanted me to cum more than me, but there would only be a first time this one time and I never wanted it to end. It felt like my body was floating on the water as Mom held me up and ate my pussy, my fingers clutching at her hair.

I lasted as long as I could. But she was too good and I was too horny. My body trembled the closer I got and Mom pressed her face harder against my pussy. Her entire mouth was around my clit. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and cried out in ecstasy as my orgasm began.

No cock had ever made me feel this way because no cock could assault my clit with a tongue and lips, sucking on it and licking it until I nearly screamed with pleasure. Mom's hand reached for my breast and twisted and pulled the nipple, sending even more stimulating waves through my body. The water lapped at my pussy along with Mom's mouth as my uncontrollable orgasm caused the once-placid bath water to churn.

After what seemed to me to be several long minutes, I settled back down into the tub and let my mother crawl on top of my body, kissing my breasts on the way up to my face. I could taste my sweet juices on her lips. I held her tight and delighted in the feel of her breasts against mine.




My Story Ch. 02



"That was incredible, Mom," I managed to tell her.

"My pleasure, Traci. I hope it won't be the last time."

"Oh, trust me," I assured her. "It won't be."

We ate in robes before having 'dessert' in the bedroom, in each other arms...when we weren't between each other's legs.

***

There was certainly no need to verify our love for each other in other ways, but I had this peculiar urge to take it one step farther with Mom. It bugged me for the next couple weeks until I finally had a chance to act upon it, much to Mom's surprise and I think delight.

You know somebody really wants you when they are willing to do it anywhere at any time.

We have a biking and hiking trail that runs behind my condo. It's wooded in spots, open in others, sometimes near housing developments and sometimes not. On most evenings it is fairly busy, in that you rarely go more than a quarter mile without passing somebody.

Mom had visited one evening and, having been nice and warm during the day, we waited until it cooled down a bit before going for a walk. I had a definite spot picked out for my plan and needed to time it just right. So just before reaching it, I put my hand on Mom's ass after looking behind us to make sure nobody was coming.

She smiled at me as I rubbed her ass through her shorts. Then I felt for her bare skin and slid my hand up inside the pants. We were still walking, but slowly.

"You've done that before, Traci, and I ended up naked," Mom said.

"Maybe that's what I want."

I was caressing her ass cheek in my palm.

"When we get back, baby," she replied.

"I can't wait," I said with a grin.

"You'll have to."

We were at my spot and I needed to make it happen, with nobody yet in sight.

"No. I want you right now. Down here."

I moved my hand to her wrist and dragged her into a heavily wooded area that dropped down a steep embankment of maybe ten feet or so. Mom nearly shrieked as we slipped down the slope, using tree trunks and each other to keep us upright in the process.

"Traci!" she exclaimed at the bottom. "What are you doing?"

I looked up, confirming that the trail above was nearly out of sight and that only somebody specifically looking down for us would notice. Then I kissed Mom.

"If you really love me, you'll let me make you cum. Right now," I told her.

"But we're only fifteen minutes from your condo where we can...."

I lifted her t-shirt and covered one of her breasts with my mouth. I had found this to be my best defense against my mother's ramblings. I used my tongue to play with her nipple and quickly slid a hand down the front of her shorts. She began to voice her disapproval so I kissed her even harder than before and stroked her clit, using my other hand to continue working over her breast.

"I can't wait fifteen minutes," I said. "You're going to cum right here."

She may have lost her will to fight when I opened her shorts and pushed them down. Then her panties.

"Lie down," I ordered her.

Mom looked around us uncertainly, but got on her back between two huge trees. I rapidly had her shorts and panties off of one leg so I could spread her apart and dive straight for her pussy. What grass existed was cool and offered Mom a little cushion. Soon, she wouldn't care.

It's hard to describe how wonderful the next ten minutes were. I knew Mom was nervous. Maybe we both were, but the worst that could happen was that somebody would see us. The best that could happen was that the excitement of having sex in public would cause us to experience something neither of us would ever forget.

Mom took much longer than normal to have her first orgasm, despite all my efforts on her clit and pussy. She did all she could to muffle her moans when she came, since we could hear occasional voices as people passed above. She begged me to stop but I made her cum a second time.

We've often used the same spot since then, at all hours of the day. Mom has even been known to remain standing against one of the trees hiding us from the trail.

Thus, I was involved with all members of my family, including Mom, Dad, and my brother. But variety is the spice of life, and I needed to expand my horizons.

Continued...



My Story Ch. 03



(The last part of this story is based on real life. In 2001, a schoolgirl was held 17 days in a small flat and sexually tortured by her supposed friends. Inept torturing led to more pain then pleasure and the girl ended up with severe 2nd and 3rd degree burns that required reconstructive surgery. It was a horrific thing, and I sincerely hope that this never happens again…or at least, have professional BDSM masters.)

* * * * *

I wake up.

The sunlight assails my eyes, and warmth floods through my body. Tingles run up and down my spine. What am I doing on the floor? I sit up, feeling sticky and dirty and…used. Why am I naked on the floor? And the windows and doors open? How many people have seen me this way?

Then I remember. The six excited boys last night, that…just. Used me. They fucked me. Oh god…oh god…Why do I remember? Dried semen on my skin, and in my hair. What have I done? Oh god…don't cry. You're a big girl now. Don't cry. Don't you fucking cry! But I can't help it…Oh god. They raped me. And I let them. Don't cry! They assaulted me and took me and raped me and they should be hung and shot and oh god…I actually enjoyed it at that moment…I let them have me…oh god. Don't cry. But I can't help it. And I listen to myself sob, and watch the tears fall and run down my semen-covered breasts. 

It's already afternoon. The mess in the living room is cleared up, and nothing's been stolen, except my pride and dignity. I never knew one could spend two hours bathing. My fingers were wrinkled line prunes and I knew my water bill in water scarce Singapore was going to be exorbitant, but I didn't care. Some concessions can be made for raped women. For the boys, rape can lead up to 10 to 25 yrs in prison and 20 strokes of the rotan, or cane. The rotan breaks an average boy's skin in 3 strokes, so they spread out the caning over the space of a few months. And prisons in Singapore aren't like the kind you see on television or movies, they're veritable fortresses in which your privacy and your dignity are stripped from you like the peel from a rotten orange. I should know, being a lawyer. 

I stare in the full-length mirror. Never again. Never again. Never will I ever be so stupid and let myself get carried away. For now, let's limit my nudity to the confines of my home. Until I can find a way, this stays indoors. I sit at the computer and stare at the pictures in my screen, from the pornographic sites. It's not unlike staring into a mirror. Then I read some erotic stories. And I have an idea. I've found a way. But I'm not sure. It might not work. But at least, it's an idea.

I'm too scared to go down to the hawker center for dinner, lest I meet the boys again. Lest I get carried away. So I boil instant noodles for dinner and watch a rented VCD naked on my couch. A Gwyneth Paltrow show, in which she gets screwed a couple of times in order for the plot to proceed. A good show.

I'm walking down the main road to the bus stop at night, my heels clicking and the breeze feeling cool on my naked flesh. What happened to my business suit? Then there's the sound of giggling and laughing, 18 year old voices. "Eh, slut. Eh slut. Come here leh. Come here get some good fucking from us leh. Fuck fuck fuck slut." I'm naked on the road, the air growing colder. Where did my business suit go? A hundred boys, all fully clothed but their dicks hanging out of their pants suddenly surround me. I try to run, but my heels grow and grow until they're 6 inches, and all I'm doing is jiggling my ass and tits. Oh god. They're all around me and then they grab me, a hundred mauling hands, drowning me in a sea of flesh. All of them, hung like horses, pushing me down into the dark. I'm suffocating, feeling the pricks plunge into my pussy and mouth with great force. I scream.

I scream into a pillow, and turn around, gasping for breath. Saliva stains the pillow coating. It's Monday morning. I hate Mondays. 

I go to work in the MRT, the mass rapid transit, a 110 million dollar subway system that beats New York's hands down. It's fast, easy to use and it's comfortable. More than 500000 people ride the MRT everyday. But Singapore is small, so getting everywhere is pretty fast. I sit and fidget in my business suit, itching to take it off. After all, I spent nearly the entire weekend naked. But I have to wait. I have to wait. 

My office is in the heart of town, the central business district, with its skyscrapers that tower overhead, grey and ominous. How many people looking down from their offices can see me? 

The girl walks into my office, nervously, shy like a mouse. She's only 18, according to the police report, from a prestigious school and quite the musician. Withdrawn and quiet, due to the lack of siblings, parents who work 24/7 neglect her but she has a desperate need for acceptance, according to the psyche profile. She looks the role, dressed in her school uniform and carrying her school bag. 

"Hello, Miss Tan." She whispers hoarsely, tentatively as if I might bite her if she spoke any louder. 

"Hello, Rachel. Please call me Sue. And please take a seat."

She does, sitting down in the chair across my desk, crossing her legs. Her bag goes onto the floor underneath her seat. We appraise each other for a moment. She's an attractive girl. Athletic body and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. The silence gets uncomfortable and I finally break it. "So. Rachel. How's school?"

She looks away, and hesitates to answer. "It's ok, I guess."

I nod. "Mmm. That's pleasantries out of the way, so let's get down to business…" at which, Rachel winces. "…can you relate the incident to me in your own words, describe how you felt then, and in as much detail as possible, please."

She pales, and swallows. "I really don't want to think about it any more. Couldn't you just read the report? I…"

"Please. It's important for the case." 

"All right…where should I start?"

"From the beginning. Don't leave anything out." 

"Ok. Uh. Well. It was Friday. Yeah, and I was hanging out with my friends right? And…"

"Wait. Who are your friends? Where from?"

"Uh, the band girls from school, uh, Janice, Tian tian, uh…Amanda and Huilin."

"Ok, and what were you doing?"

"We had just finish shopping and watching a movie, so we were hanging at the void deck of Janice's block talking…"

"What about?"

"What?"

"What were you all talking about?"

"I don't really remember…" Lie.

"Try, please."

"Uh…about guys."

"And…?"

"And…uh…sex."

"Mmm. Go on."

"So we went up to Janice's place, to watch some VCDs, uh, you know, some of her brother's VCDs, those…uh. That kind lah."

"You mean, pornography?"

"Uh…yeah. So we were watching and then Janice got excited, you know, and her parents are away in Europe for like, 2 months…and then Amanda and Huilin are a couple, see…"

"Wait, Huilin is a girl, right?"

"Uh, yeah. They're lesbians. So they began to kiss and neck each other, turned on by that…adult VCD, and then they teased me because I was a virgin. And then the four of them grabbed me…my arms and my legs…"

"Did you scream?"

"Uhm, no, because I thought they were just playing, you know. So I really didn't scream for help. And then, they tied me up with raffia string; I didn't really know that they did until they did, because they were tickling me. And then, they tied my hands behind my back and my legs together. And I couldn't really move."

"Did you struggle?"

"A bit, you know? But I thought they were only fooling about so I didn't really struggle that hard, you know? So erm, then they took off my clothes. My t-shirt and my skirt, and then my bra and panties. So then I really began to struggle because that was going too far, but it was too late. Huilin was sitting on my stomach, and I was on the floor…"

"So you were naked in front of the four of them?"

"Uh, yeah."

"And were they still fully clothed?"

"Yeah…so Huilin began to play with my breasts, uh, kneading them around, and then Amanda began kissing me and licking my face and neck. And Janice and Tian tian then untied my feet and tied them to two chairs, so my feet were spread apart, and then Janice…Janice began to….She began to…"

"Lick your pussy?" Rachel nodded her head and began to sob. I gave her a tissue.

"Uh…yeah…Oh god…and Tian tian took turns with her. Oh god…"

"Calm down. It's over. It's over…" I passed her another tissue. "So…what were you feeling then?"

"Uh…disgust. Fear."

"Fear of being caught?" 

"Yeah…"

"And disgust…at them or yourself?"

"At…at them…" Lie.

"Are you sure?" Rachel nodded her head, but her nod slowly turned to shakes. 

"…at myself."

"Because you enjoyed it?" Passed her another tissue. 

"….yes. I enjoyed it. Oh god…"

"It's alright. I understand totally. You're not a bad girl to enjoy that."

"Really?...thanks for saying that."

"It's ok. Please, continue."

"Uhm, so they licked me down there…"

"Did you climax?"

"Uhm…I think so. So I climaxed and then they switched places with Huilin and Amanda. And I climaxed again…then, uhm, Janice's brother came home. Yeah. He, uh…then raped me…"

"More detail, please."

"Uhm…he turned me onto my stomach, and my breasts were squashed onto the floor. I heard him, uh, take off his pants, and the girls giggled, and then he…uh…put his penis into my vagina."

"And you were stilled tied?"

"Only my hands…my feet were held by Tian tian and Janice. So he…uh, had sex with me…"

"Was it painful?"

"Uh…initially…then it was just…uh…"

"Nice?"

"Well…uh…I guess so."

"Was your mouth gagged?"

"Uh, no…"

"You didn't scream?"

"No…"

"No one threatened you?"

"No…"

"Did you say 'no'?"

"Yes…"

"Like, 'No, no, please stop.'"

"Yes! I did!"

"But they didn't, did they?"

"No…they didn't."

"And then?"

"Then, uh, I climaxed. And then Janice's brother pulled out from me and ejaculated on my back. Then, Huilin and Amanda licked it off…And I heard Janice's brother call his friends to come over for a party…"

"At which you were then raped by 30 other boys and girls, over the span of 2 days."

"Uh…yeah."

"Or you then had sexual intercourse, willingly, with 30 other boys and girls, over the span of 2 days."

"Yeah…I mean, NO! It wasn't willing! I was tied up!"

"And at no point of time you were gagged, and at no point of time did you ask to be let go or screamed." 

"….yes."

"Alright. So you did climax."

"…yes."

"Many times?" Rachel nodded her head. "And people had anal sex with you?"

"…yes." 

"Did it hurt?"

"Initially…but they used cooking oil as a lubricant…so…it didn't hurt so bad."

"So they looked out for your needs as well."

"Yes."

"And they inserted different objects in your pussy?"

"…yes. Like a cucumber. And a Barbie doll. And a chair leg."

"And did they hurt?…"

"…no."

"And what else did they do?"

"They, uh…made me stand naked in the car park for an hour at night, and they also made me masturbate at the stairwell until I climaxed, only then would they allow me to come in…and they…uh, made me buy stuff from the convenience store naked…stuff like that."

"More detail please."

"Uh…On the 2nd night, this girl, er…I don't think I know her. Everyone was lazing about because they were so tired…and they were becoming bored, so this girl, she wanted to have some fun…and then they took me outside…er…naked. We went into the lift and went downstairs to the void deck…and I'm not sure what the time was, but it was probably pretty late…because there was nobody around right…so it was ok…And then…they took pictures of me. And someone had a digital camera…I was standing there, with about seven other guys and girls…and they had clothes…and I didn't…and oh…oh god…they took pictures."

"Hmmm…"

"And the next morning…they made me masturbate at the stairwell…and I rushed and tried so hard…and they were laughing…and this old woman passed me and stared and stared, then she spat at me…and my friends laughed…then they made me go downstairs to buy snacks from the convenience store at the void deck…and the indian shop keeper was so nice…he thought I was insane…and he offered a coat. But I said no…oh god."

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Uh…not really."

"But was it exciting?"

"Uh…yeah. I guess it was. But…it was so humiliating and embarrassing."

"But exciting."

"Uh…yeah."

"And they let you go on the third day?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"We had school."

"And did you go to school?"

"Yes."

I sat back and sighed. Rachel looked at me, tears dried. Maybe she understood. Maybe she accepted it. "Rachel. If you want to withdraw charges, it's not too late. I could help you prosecute you friends, but then, they won't be your friends any more. And the defense will eat you alive on the stand. You cannot testify. Look, it's not statutory rape when the girl is over 18, and you are, so I can't truthfully say they raped you. And besides, do you really want to destroy the lives of 30 other girls and boys who are implicated in this case?" Rachel shook her head. "Look, let me give you some advice. I personally think that you'll soon find that you've become very popular after this. So relax and enjoy the stardom. So will you withdraw the charges?"

Rachel nodded the head, and I smiled, switching off the tape recorder. Underneath my desk, my panties were around my ankles, and I was rubbing my clit furiously. A case, indeed. 

Oh god, I wish I were Rachel.

To be continued...



My Story Ch. 03



I get most of my exercise-outside the bedroom-on my bike. Little did I know you could combine the two so well.

It's not unusual for me to ride 50 or 60 miles on a Saturday or Sunday. Plus, I only need to drive ten minutes from my condo to be in the country. I much prefer riding my bike on country roads than on bike trails. I leave the trails for walks with Mom, but that's already been covered in Chapter 2.

The advantages of riding in the country include less traffic and more quiet time to think. The disadvantages include dogs and road kill. But I prefer the solitude, sights and sounds of the back roads. The people I pass tend to be friendlier and I know that if I ever needed help because of a mechanical problem, I could stop at any farm house and be treated with kindness.

I have a favorite route that really takes me far away from the closest city, but is still in 'civilization.' Corn and soybean farms that stretch to the horizon are peppered with farmhouses and silos and barns. When it's not flat, the terrain is rolling and never hilly. Woods still stand in spots. Cows and hogs make up the bulk of the livestock.

And, of course, there are churches. New and old. Big and small. My favorite is a tiny, all white wooden structure that is not much larger than the unused one room schoolhouses you still see in the country. I pass this church on every ride. I stop at it almost every time.

Headstones rise from the ground on both sides of the church. Some of them are so small and old you can't read them. Others show deaths dating back 'only' three decades. Alongside the church is a gravel path used to get to a grassy area in the rear used for parking on Sunday mornings. My guess has always been that the church has no more than fifty members and only half of them attend on a regular basis.

I stop at the church because on one side or the other, depending on what time I'm riding, it offers shade. On this particular day, I badly needed shade and a place to sit, catch my breath, and let my body temperature get back to normal. It was exceptionally hot and heat stroke in the middle of nowhere is no fun.

I rolled onto the familiar path, listening to my tires roll over the loose dirt and gravel. I came to a stop in the shade no more than ten feet from the church. I got off, let the bike rest on the ground on its side, and pulled out a water bottle.

I was about to take a drink when I noticed a single car in the back, close to the church. On a Saturday, this was very unusual as I was used to having the place pretty much to myself when it wasn't Sunday. I took a long drink of water, then pulled down the zipper of my cycling jersey a bit and poured water down the front, feeling it cascade over my chest and stomach.

I took off my helmet and gloves and sat on the grass, with my back to the church.

The one story structure had four windows on each side. Directly below each of those, in the stone block basement, were four additional, smaller windows. The windows at the congregation level had no coverings. The basement windows had curtains that I had never seen open.

I only mention this because five minutes after sitting down I swore I saw one of the curtains slide back into place when I turned to look at the car in the back. I could have been mistaken, but even if I wasn't I didn't think too much of it. I was sitting in the grass, resting. Somebody was in the basement of the church. Big deal.

But then I started thinking; always a bad thing with me. I was down to just one and a half bottles of water and I had more than twenty miles to ride. I normally would have stretched the water and made it last. But what if? What if somebody was in the basement of the church and they would let me fill my water bottles, assuming they had running water?

I had nearly talked myself out of doing it until I had one last thought of how cold and refreshing the water might be. I could breeze through the final leg of my ride.

I sighed, stood up, and gathered together all three of my water bottles. I walked towards the back of the church, closely eyeing the car that had intrigued me from the start. I guess I was looking for signs that maybe it wasn't a good idea to bother the owner. But it was very nondescript, fairly clean, and certainly not threatening.

The back door of the church was clearly the original. The wood was aged and cracked and what little paint remained was in need of replacement. I knocked. After half a minute with no reply, I knocked again.

When there was still no answer, I tried the knob and was able to pull the door open.

"Hello. Anybody here?" I asked in what I thought was an appropriately loud voice.

Silence. I stepped inside.

Directly ahead of me was a short hallway ending with a wall just five feet away and a left hand turn. To the right were steps down into the basement.

"Hello," I said more loudly. "Anyone home?"

I was looking down the stairs the entire time, still convinced I saw the curtain move earlier. I began quietly walking down the steps.

"Oh, there you are," a man's voice behind me said.

I shrieked and nearly fell forward, managing to steady myself and dropping only one of the water bottles. I turned to look, but I could only make out the man's outline against the gleaming brightness of the open door behind him. At that point I wanted to walk back up the steps and avoid being in the basement with him. But then I would have had to walk right into him. Also, a bottle I needed was on the basement floor. So I stood frozen in place.

"Can I help you?" he said.

"I...I saw the car and...and thought somebody was in here," I stammered. "I wondered if I could get some water?"

He stepped forward and at least I got a better look at his face.

"Of course. Come on down," he said with a smile.

I turned and took the final steps to the basement floor. There, I picked up the third water bottle, subconsciously turning my body so I wasn't directly in front of him when I did it.

In the normal light I saw that he was probably in his early fifties—twice my age—clean shaven and not at all bad looking. He didn't appear to be an axe murderer after all.

"I saw you resting out there," he said. "It's awful hot to be riding. How far do you have to go?"

"About twenty miles. Not that far."

He looked surprised. "Not that far? How far have you ridden already?"

"Forty. Approximately."

He shook his head. "C'mon. The water's over here."

The basement was very plain. The block walls were painted but not otherwise covered. Several long tables were aligned in the center with perhaps two dozen folding chairs. Two closed doors led to either offices or storage rooms. Another led to the restroom, which is where I was told I could fill the water bottles.

"Thanks," I said, entering the restroom.

I left the door open and filled each bottle from the sink with what I found to be unexpectedly cold water. In the mirror I caught a glimpse of him sitting on the edge of a table, watching every move I made. Or my ass in spandex cycling shorts, one or the other.

As I came out the man's eyes reminded me that the zipper on my jersey was still pulled down a little from my quick shower outside and that the wet shirt was clinging to my body. So if I had accomplished nothing else, I had given this guy a good show from front and back.

"This will really help. I appreciate it," I said, with every intention of leaving.

"Sit down and rest if you want. There's no air conditioning, but this basement is naturally cool," he said.

He was right about that, but I was still in the mood to get back on the bike.

"Nah, that's alright," I said.

"Want some food? You must be starved?"

By now I'd had a good chance to look him over and some of my defenses were letting down due to his uncommon allure. His eyes were bright and alive. He sat in the most comfortable manner considering we had never met. His whole body language invited me to stay.

"Oh, OK. What have you got?" I inquired with a grin.

He jumped off the table and went to a small portable refrigerator, like the kind you see in college dorms. He opened it and looked over at me.

"Peanut butter. Jelly. Bread."

I nodded.

He pulled them out and laid everything on a table. "We use this for the Sunday school class. It's just a few kids, as you can imagine."

"You teach?" I asked.

He smiled. "No. I'm the pastor here. My name's Jim."

"Hi, I'm Traci."

I watched him spread far more peanut butter and jelly into a sandwich than I ever would have, but it gave me a few more seconds to examine his muscular, athletic frame. Even with shorts and a t-shirt on I could see that this guy was in great condition for his age. Any evil thoughts I already had were increasing rapidly.

He presented me with his finished sandwich and sat across from me at the table. I took a few small bites as we chatted.

A twist of fate and my natural tendency to flirt set in motion a series of events that would turn Pastor Jim's life upside down.

During the next bite I took, a bit of jelly fell from the bottom of the sandwich into the opening of my jersey. It rested on the side of my breast, just barely in view.

A moment of silence was broken when Jim rose from his seat and said, "Wait. I'll get a towel."

I guess my intentions were established as soon as it happened. My wicked mind instantly saw an opportunity. I stood at the same time the pastor did.

As he was about to pass me, I opened the zipper another inch or so and said, "No. Come here."

He stopped and faced me, not more than a couple feet away. I used my hand to pull the jersey open a little more, exposing nearly half of the jelly-covered breast.

"Lick it off," I said calmly.

His eyes darted back and forth from the jelly to my face. His mouth opened, but at first he didn't speak.

"No. I...I...."

I stepped towards him until we were close enough to touch, still holding the jersey open.

"Please," I said.

It was almost humorous watching his evil side win out. The pain on his face was conspicuous as he leaned forward. I knew I had him.

He was delicate at first, simply trying to pick the jelly from my skin with his lips. But then his tongue slid across the side of my breast and I had to make sure he didn't quit there. I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled it closer. He spread his lips and took more of my tit into his mouth. I yanked on the jersey and gave him access to my nipple. As soon as he tasted it, whatever resolve he had was gone.

The zipper on a cycling jersey goes all the way to the navel. I pulled it all the way down while Jim assaulted my tit. Almost before I let go, his hands were on my chest, pushing the jersey aside to expose both breasts.

I was a little concerned about being caught, although I had far less reason to be concerned than the pastor. So I assumed we were safe as long as he thought we were. Jim had the jersey open so far it slipped off my shoulders. When he felt that, he pulled it down and let it collect around my waist.

Now with my breasts at his disposal, he wasted no time alternating between my tits, sucking on them and nibbling on the nipples until I felt my pussy respond. He showed no signs of letting up and I reached for his crotch.

I probably expected to have to do some work to find his cock through his shorts. I was wrong. He was already very long and hard and I easily wrapped my hand around him and began to stroke his erection. What started out as advanced flirting on my part was turning into much more, and my body was saying 'Let's do this.'

I managed to get half of his cock outside of a pant leg. I immediately dove for it, pushing as much of the material aside as possible, and taking him in my mouth. It was then that I realized just how big he really was. It was then I realized I might do more than just thank him with a blowjob.

We were like this for about one minute. Then Jim said, "C'mon, Traci. We better move inside my office."

I followed him the length of the basement and into a tiny, but neat, office. It had a wooden desk, a chair, a couple book shelves, and walls. That was it. He closed the door and I heard him lock it.

I nearly had his shorts and underwear off before he was done. To my delight, he had not lost any of his erection. In fact, he might have grown thicker and I eagerly sucked on as much of the cock as I could force down my throat.

Jim lifted my jersey off and I resumed the blowjob, cupping his balls in one hand and squeezing his ass with the other. Occasionally I would switch to a handjob, mainly to get a better look at his incredible cock. I rolled it across my tits, marveling at the huge, pink head and dreaming of how it feel inside me.

"Stand up," Jim interrupted me. "I need to see you naked."

I didn't wait for him to do it for me. I put my hands on the top of my spandex shorts and pushed them down. Soon, I was naked. Jim removed his shirt and we stood together by his desk, eyeing each other with appreciation.

"Turn around," he said softly.

He came closer and his hands began a slow, but thorough, journey up my sides, down my chest, across my ass and around to my pussy. His cock pressed against my ass while he played between my legs. Jim teased my clit but never stayed in one place long.

I put both palms on the edge of the desk and leaned over. No directions were necessary. I spread my legs and felt his massive cock get into place. Jim placed his hands on my tits and pushed.

I cried out in total delight as his thick cock penetrated me. He was gentle and deliberate. The pace was steady and designed to last a long time. All day would have been fine with me.

Our moans grew in volume and frequency over the next few minutes. Then he suddenly told me, "Get up on the desk, Traci."

I climbed up, leaned back, and watched Jim begin again while holding my legs in his hands. It was magnificent. I rested my legs on his shoulders and he pounded me a little faster and harder.

"Cum on me, Jim. I want to see you cum on my chest," I said.

He smiled and nodded. Another couple minutes of perfect sex ensued and I found myself on the verge of cumming. Would he wait? He reached down and squeezed my nipples.

"Oh God. Yes! Yes, Jim! Now. I'm...cumming!"

He stayed in me the entire time, God bless him. I came in torrents, many times over. But he stayed in me and thrust that huge cock into me until I screamed with pleasure...and then begged him to stop.

Then, and only then, did he pull out and begin to masturbate. I panted while his hand slid back and forth along his shaft. I saw the precum. I heard him groan.

"Ahhhhhhh fuck. Yessssssss!"

The first shot actually hit my chin. After that, stream after stream of warm, white cum accumulated on both tits and my stomach as Jim frantically pulled on his cock.

In the end, neither of us had a single thing to complain about except, perhaps, that it didn't last all day. Jim helped me clean up in the little bathroom, which would have resulted in a second session had I not insisted on leaving before we were caught.

"I'm glad you stopped," Jim said after I was dressed and we were back in the main room.

"Me, too," I assured him with a grin. "The only thing better would have been if you had snuck up behind me down here and ravaged me without warning."

We both smiled. "Next time," he said.

"I can be here next Saturday."

He looked at me for a moment. "I can ravage you."

After a pause, I said, "OK. Let me come inside. Don't let me know where you are. Be naked and prepared, if you know what I mean."

I playfully ran my hand across his crotch.

"I'll be ready."

I left him with a kiss. Then waited out one of the longest weeks of my life, anticipating another encounter with the pastor in the recesses of his little white church.

The following Saturday, I was pulling into the church at roughly the same time as before. His car was in the back. My heart raced, knowing what was about to happen. When and how it would happen was a mystery, and that was exactly how I wanted it.

I cooled off for a second and pulled down the zipper of my jersey until it was even with the sides of my tits. Then I walked around to the back of the church. The stillness was deafening as I approached the back door and opened it. The creak of the hinges echoed in the church and I knew if Jim had not been watching for me, he knew I was there now.

I started descending the stairs into the unlit basement. At every step I anticipated his approach from behind, or in front, or the side once I reached the basement floor. But still no sign of him and not a sound other than my own shoes.

I headed for the bathroom. The door was half open and I cautiously pushed it all the way open. Nobody in sight. I walked towards the first closed door at the other end of the room—his office. This was it, for sure. I put my hand on the doorknob, turned it, and prepared myself.

The room was dark and empty.

I could hardly breathe from excitement. The next door over was also closed. My hand shook as I turned the knob and entered the pitch black space. I flicked on the light and found a storage room, but no Jim.

Every step I took was an effort to keep from screaming. I decided I had to head back upstairs and enter the sanctuary, an odd term, I thought to myself, considering what might happen there. The stairway was nerve-wracking as I expected him to come up from behind. But I made it to the main level of the church without incident.

The inside of the sanctuary was even smaller than I pictured it from outside. The pews took up nearly all the space as I looked in from the front left corner. Ahead and to the left was the altar. There appeared to be no use in heading down the side aisle, so I walked out between the first row of pews and the altar.

Jim's attack was fast, efficient, and frightening. Exactly what I wanted. My squeal was muffled by his large hand over my mouth. I was picked up like a ragdoll and transported up a step onto the altar. I caught a quick glimpse of his nude body, but otherwise he kept me in front of him. He laid me, face down, on the carpeted floor and put his weight on me, half sitting and half kneeling.

"Now it's time for today's sermon," Jim said in my ear. "And the lesson is compliance. Thou shalt not scream, kick, or otherwise fight me. You are a woman and I am a man desirous of you. Obey me, child."

I could feel his cock on my shorts; his wonderful, huge cock. He had come truly prepared.

He pulled up my jersey. He wasn't rough or particularly fast about it. Jim evidently wanted to make a show of this and I was fine with that. When it was off, he reached under me and massaged my tits. I gave him plenty of space, but he would not let me look back at him. I swore he got even harder in the next minute.

Then he pulled down my shorts, inch by inch, appreciating every new detail of my ass and legs that he exposed. Soon, I was as naked as him and probably just as horny. The setting was driving me crazy, knowing what went on there every Sunday morning and what it was being used for now. I hoped I wouldn't cum too quickly.

He stretched out on top of me this time, completely covering me with his prone body. I could only concentrate on his rock hard cock in the crack of my ass as he played with my tits some more.

"I'm going to fuck you, Traci. But only after you beg for it. Compliance must be paired with submission to be complete. The taking of you is easy. The owning of you is required."

He put his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I pushed back against him and he instantly pulled away.

"No!" he cried out, slapping my ass with enough force to make me yell. "You are not ready. You will beg me first."

He slapped my ass again and I gasped. Then his hand slid between my legs and found my soaking wet pussy. One, and then two fingers, entered me. I raised and lowered my hips to assist his efforts and he did not stop me. I honestly thought I might be able to have an orgasm, perhaps without Jim knowing it, but he had other plans.




My Story Ch. 03



He pulled his hand away, put his cock back on my ass, and leaned down so he could whisper in my ear some more.

"Not yet. You are not nearly ready for me. You'll tell me when you are ready, Traci."

The hell I wasn't ready. But he was truly driving me insane with lust. I was loving every second of this wicked encounter and when I took a second to remember exactly where I was and who was on top of me, I got even more covetous of his cock.

His hand returned to my pussy. This time he found my clit and spent a couple minutes bringing me to the edge of an orgasm. Then he backed away, only to repeat the process over and over.

"God, Jim. Please. Fuck me now," I implored.

His silence was my answer. Instead, he moved back so that his face was close to my ass. Then he put his hands on my hips and raised me slightly onto my knees. My legs were spread as wide as I could so he had room.

Then I felt it. His tongue slid across my pussy and I shuddered. Several times he tasted me and threatened to enter my pussy. But his target was a more sensitive area. He found my clit and I moaned with delight.

"Yes," I sighed. "Oh God, yes."

Jim licked and took me into his mouth so often I was trembling. I seized the carpet with both fists and clung to it, again going through the cycle of nearly cumming and having Jim stop.

"Damn it, Jim. I HAVE to cum. Please! Fuck me!"

His tongue dove deep into my pussy. His hand clutched at my tit. I put my forehead on the carpet and nearly cried from the need to cum.

"Jim, I'll do anything you want. Just let me cum. Oh God, please let me cum!"

"Do you want my cock?"

"Yes!"

"Can I cum inside you?"

"Yes! Just fuck me, God damn it."

He must have been smiling as I felt him put his cock between my legs. Then, with a sudden, violent thrust, he entered me.

"Ohhhhhhhh fuck," I shrieked.

But I was so wet it was only the abruptness of it that got me. Within seconds, I was in heaven. No man had ever filled my pussy like he could with that substantial shaft. When his body slapped against my bare ass it echoed in the sanctuary. Then our combined moans and groans filled the altar.

There was nothing fancy about it. He pounded me hard and I wanted every bit of it. This was fucking, not sex. It was a miracle I lasted as long as I did, but it worked out well because we came together.

The moment I heard Jim warn of his orgasm, I came. The next ninety seconds were pretty much a blur. The force of his thrusts drove me onto my stomach. I managed to lift my ass just enough for him to never break his rhythm and I just came again and again. I remember my fists pounding the carpet and I think I kept asking for more, but nothing was clear except my ecstasy.

***

Some sins are worse than others. Unfortunately for Jim, the worst was yet to come.

I suppose I have to take some blame for it. We left each other that day with a promise that I would return the following Saturday and that we would repeat the scenario, with me not knowing where Jim would be 'hiding.'

I had other fantasies in the back of my mind for future sessions, but I enjoyed this first one so much I wanted to do it one more time. There's no sin in that, is there?

The next Saturday was cloudy and looked like rain, but I promised myself to ride through anything to get to Jim's church. It finally did rain for about ten miles of my ride and it slowed me down a little. Funny how those extra few minutes made such a difference in poor Jim's life.

As the church came into view I started to feel that familiar tingle in my stomach. Jim would be naked and hard. Where would he be? What would he demand of me? How many times would I cum?

With about a quarter mile to go to the church, I nearly fell off my bike. A car—not Jim's—drove down the little gravel path towards the back of the church. I lost sight of it for a second. I pulled off the road at the corner of the church and saw both cars back there.

An attractive woman, maybe in her thirties, was getting out of her car. She saw me. We smiled at each other. And she headed for the back door.

Oh...my...God. Should I stop her? Did Jim know?

I swear to God a little voice told me to just go to my little resting spot in the grass and wait. I envisioned the woman descending the stairs to the basement. I imagined Jim waiting there, knowing that we were upstairs last time. He would be in one of the rooms. He would hear her, thinking of me in my wet jersey with the zipper down. He would wait for just the right moment.

The woman's scream reverberated in the woods behind the church. I nodded, grinned, and jumped on my bike.

I didn't get to ride again for another two weeks. It was a beautiful day when I did and, despite myself, I decided to ride past the church. I really did want to find out what happened, but I was afraid he'd kill me.

As I approached the church, my eye was drawn to the old, wooden sign hanging in front. Under the name of the church, where the pastor's name was painted, a bright strip of white paint was covered with the dark black paint of the name. And it wasn't Jim's. 

The new pastor was Peter somebody. James and now Peter. I quickly determined it would probably take me a couple years of riding to get through all twelve of them.

God works in mysterious ways.