0 comments/ 84470 views/ 5 favorites Now or Never By: aadler Neither of us planned it that way, but my most beautiful friend got fucked by two different guys with enormous dicks, once when she was just 18 and once seven years later — and I got to watch both times! It all started when Becky and I were freshman and decided to join the same sorority. We were each assigned a different “initiation project.” The girls concocted a rather interesting assignment for Rebecca, because she seemed so innocent, even for a freshman. They demanded that she try to seduce this grad student named Neil, sleep with him, and bring them back the used condom — all by sunset . And, they told me to hide and watch the action, to verify that the sperm came from the designated “donor”! The sisters chose Neil for some specific reasons: Laura, one of the upperclassmen from Alpha Chi Omega, worked as a cashier in a pharmacy near campus, and she sometimes reported back to the sorority when some poor slob made a particularly embarrassing purchase. Apparently, she had occasionally staffed the cash register when this guy Neil bought packages of those “Trojan Magnum XL” extra-large condoms. He was all shy about buying them and never made eye contact at the point of sale. But, Laura wrote down his name from his credit card, eagerly figured out who he was, and then saved him for Rebecca’s initiation. Now, the challenging part was that Neil had a steady girlfriend, was quite a bit older and, as I said, didn’t have the personality (or the looks) of your stereotypical stud. Plus, Becky herself didn’t exactly have a lot of experience in tempting random strangers for quick sex. She even confided in me that she’d only slept with a few guys in high school, none with really big cocks. But, she really wanted to join Alpha, and, with no time to lose, she immediately set out to nail Neil. Her best weapons were her natural good looks and body. To help her all I could, I sped her to the local mall to buy some lingerie. Besides that, she wore her tightest jeans and tiniest T-shirt. Then, she walked towards the classroom where we knew Neil would be at that time. I wished her luck, went back to her bedroom, and waited. After what seemed like forever crouching in Becky’s closet, I finally heard the bedroom door open. With the closet ajar, I saw this Neil guy for the first time. He definitely wasn’t hot at all, and I’m sure his girlfriend wasn’t, either. So, I’m pretty sure he’d never had such a beautiful young girl come onto him before (unless, of course, other girls had figured out how big he was!). Rebecca was licking her lips, chatting away, and trying her best to seduce him. Yet he didn’t just fling himself at her; he starting mumbling a little about how he’s not sure they should be hanging out in her bedroom after just meeting an hour ago. My shy friend, though, had enough self-possession to give him a coaxing smile and proclaim, “Neil, as I told you already, I’m really attracted to you, but it’s now or never! So, please quit stalling and give me a kiss.” Well, from my vantage point, I could tell that he couldn’t resist her: he already had an enormous bulge in his corduroys. He leaned over and kissed her gently, then again, more urgently. As his lust built, his quivering hands began to play around her neck, shoulders, and then her firm breasts. Neil pulled off my friend’s short T-shirt, revealing the new satin bra that I’d helped her buy earlier in the day. French-kissing her deeply, he massaged her nipples through the bra until they were stiff. Next, the graduate student removed the freshman’s bra and eagerly started to suck on one breast while flicking his fingers across the other. Becky’s face now had this look of concentration, and whether because he was turning her on or because she now thought that she would get her prize of a huge cum-filled condom, she began to respond. She took off his shirt and playfully grabbed at his pants. Neil was practically drooling now over the girl’s lovely firm breasts and flat belly. But, to my surprise, he was also feeling guilty or something. He hesitated. Rebecca had to take his hand and guide it to the crotch of her jeans. This stirred him up, and he rubbed all along her fly, then her thighs and back to her crotch. My friend goaded him on by unsnapping her tight jeans and unzipping them so that this lucky guy’s eyes could feast upon the front of her brand new satin underpants, which matched her bra. Neil gasped, started to yank down her jeans, but then paused. Becky goaded him again, “What’s up? Don’t you think that I’m at all pretty?” Neil, that dork, stammered that she’s so incredibly pretty but that he doesn’t sleep around much and is feeling guilty. Not for long, though, once Becky pulled his hand up to her muscular stomach and convinced him to caress her soft skin. Neil then blurted out that he wanted to go slow for “another reason,” too: “I want to make sure you’re ready... I’m... a bit bigger than most guys.” No kidding, I thought to myself. Quite honestly, I starting to get horny, too, as the scene got hotter. Neil’s big hands now were shamelessly pawing at my friend’s whole body. I watched the beautiful girl writhe around and moan in her thin satin bikini. Believe me, Neil was staring, too! As he groped her through her designer underpants, he was cooing things like, “Good girl! So pretty! So wet!” Now, I was really turned on by the novelty of my first voyeuristic experience. But, I was petrified that if I masturbated, I’ll make noise and ruin our chances at pledging Alpha. Fortunately for Becky, she didn’t have to keep silent. The grad student’s practiced fingers were now rubbing my friend’s clit through the bright wet satin, more and more insistently. After a little while, the eighteen-year-old just couldn’t take it anymore. She thrust her hips and ground her sex against his hand, panting and groaning, “Oh, God! Oh, Neil... It feels so good, so great! More!... A little faster!... Oh my God! I’m going to cum soon!... Cumming! I’m cumming in my panties!!” Rebecca’s long legs and flat stomach stiffened. Next, she started to scream as Neil made her climax for at least fifteen ecstatic seconds. Now, my friend’s vagina was soaked and relaxed and ready for action, just as Neil wanted it. As she relaxed, Neil awkwardly got undressed. Of course, my friend and I knew what was waiting: a penis of gargantuan proportions. It had immense thickness to match. Rebecca pulled out a bunch of condoms we had stowed away in her night stand: a regular, a Large, and a Magnum XL. Trying to sound casual, she inquired, “Do you want an extra-large, Neil?” To me, her wide-eyed stare belied her inexperience. Neil must have thought she was a slut. Nevertheless, he grabbed the XL and rolled on the extra-wide condom. (You know, the big condoms are the same length as the Regulars, 8 inches, but they’re wider. By knowing that the condom was 8 inches long, I could estimate that Neil’s cock was a whopping 9 inches long.) Neil now really took charge, thank God. He pulled Rebecca’s drenched panties to the side and slowly pushed the big head inside her pussy. She spread her legs as wide as she could, but her young vaginal canal was still very snug. I couldn’t help rubbing my own pussy a little, watching him shove his thick cock deep inside her guts. I was impressed, and jealous, that my friend could handle so much cock. She look bewildered for a moment, but soon she was overcome with teenaged lust. She didn’t seem to mind his goofy, plain face and his pale, paunchy stomach. Impaled on his monster, Becky pushed back again and again, moaning and yelling out, “Ahhh!... Neil, you’re so huge! So deep! So deep!” I’ve got to admit, Neil was turning out to be quite good in the sack. For instance, as his prick-tip hit Becky’s cervix, he corkscrewed his pole and rotated his hips around to bring her more pleasure. Soon, my gorgeous friend was informing us, “Oooh, yes, I think I’m starting to cum again!” All hell broke loose as she came. She just couldn’t control her body, and in the next several minutes, Rebecca enjoyed two more powerful orgasms. Her juices spilled out of her pussy, and some of the wetness was mopped up by the panties that still encircled her waist and thigh. I couldn’t believe how big Neil’s testicles were, or how he managed to hold off emptying them. But, finally, Neil was grunting away and his cock was glistening and red. He gave a few more deep thrusts and had an impressive orgasm through his long penis, spurting massive globs of semen into the big condom as he bellowed in relief. Neil snuggled with the freshman for a minute, but already she was preoccupied, carefully taking the condom all the way off the cock and stowing the latex sheath under her bed for later collection. Neil was now preoccupied, too, and blubbering, “Geez, that was great, but, umm, I hope you really mean this was now and never again, because I just can’t do this again.” Whatever! Once the older guy snuck off, Rebecca and I recounted her tasty experience. She told me how exciting the adventure had turned out to be. I then went home, where I could masturbate in private all night long. Our prized condom was duly presented to the sisters, and my friend and I pledged Alpha and remained friends throughout college and beyond. * * * * * * * Now, let’s fast-forward to the weekend before Rebecca’s wedding. She’s 25 years old, still beautiful, of course, if not quite so innocent-looking. Naturally, she’s had a lot more sex by this point, but she’s about to settle down with a nice guy. I wanted her to have a last wild single night, and since I arranged her bachelorette party, I hired a hulky exotic dancer named Kevin to entertain us girls. The price of the dancer included a “tuck-in special,” where Kevin would escort the bride-to-be back to her bedroom and give her a good-night kiss. Well, by the time the party ended, Becky and I were drunk. I told Kevin that Becky wanted her tuck-in special, and that I’d tag along as chaperone. Secretly, I was hoping to watch some sultry action as I had years before. Not that we had to pay guys to sleep with Rebecca, but Kevin and my friend couldn’t help noticing how great-looking each other was. Very soon after the good-night kiss business, they were all over each other, not minding that I was sitting a few feet away! After Kevin was naked (which didn’t take him long: that was his profession!), he grabbed a Magnum XL condom from his wallet. Unfortunately, I hadn’t seen one of those stud-bags for seven years. Now, the condom was quickly fit onto the dancer’s enormous shaft. Becky was stripping off her bra and panties. She was more at ease than in her freshman year of college, but she still looked surprised by Kevin’s girth. When she caught my eye, she laughed and said, “I feel guilty now, just like Big Neil did, but... it’s ‘now or never’!” With that, she lay down and braced herself for expert-quality fucking. The rutting couple soon hit a rhythm that felt good for them, and me, too. Because this time, I was openly rubbing my pussy and groaning loudly. Before my eyes, the stranger fucked the pretty girl. Was Becky thinking of her fiancé at all, I wondered, as the gigolo pushed every wonderful inch of his tool in and out of her body? I chuckled at that one, and then chuckled again as I heard Becky indulge in her habit (as I heard 7 years ago) of announcing her orgasm: “Yesss!... Please, yes! I’m getting ready to cum!... I’m cumming!” She screamed out her pleasure and then collapsed, drunk and exhausted. Okay, now here’s the best news. Kevin pulled out of Becky, but he was still rock-hard and huge, and excited by her beauty. I was extremely excited and unsatisfied, too, so I got into the bed. I’m not beautiful like my friend, but so what? This guy was a pro, and he wanted to cum. He smiled at me and deftly removed my party dress. With Becky snoozing on one side of the bed, Kevin’s gorgeous body was mine for the taking on the other side. He lay down on his back, grinning. I then measured Kevin’s length like I had years ago with Neil: It turned out that both dicks were about nine inches long. Then, a bit of a difficulty presented itself. It seemed that my eyes were bigger than my genitals. The penis head was so oversized that it couldn’t get inside my tight cunt. It kept getting deflected. I wondered if I should have an initial cum, like Neil climaxing Becky in her underpants to lubricate and relax her. Fortunately, Kevin was patient and knowledgeable. He had some K-Y jelly with him, and after applying the lotion, and getting the angle right, I lowered myself slowly but surely onto the meat. It was so hot! But besides the thickness, we also had to worry about length. I wanted the whole fucking prong in me, and I kept telling Kevin to help me push it in deeper. I don’t think we managed to get the last inch or so up my cunt, but I’d still never felt so good in my whole life. I bounced around and up and down, feeling Kevin’s cock massage and stretch every part of my sex including the very end of the whole vagina. We fucked and fucked, and Becky didn’t even wake up until right before our simultaneous orgasms. Being a voyeur is fun, but being fucked is even better. I still remember how great it felt to be filled up with a wide, XL nine-incher. Now or Never We looked back into the house as we finished our cigarette. This was the first time I was able to spend some alone time with Nick since he got back from his trip, and I was not looking forward to going back in that house with a bunch of people. But even after we both ashed our stoags we just sat outside, enjoying each other's company. I stretched my arms and took off my jacket, proclaiming, "It's such a nice night." "Yeah it is," he replied. "Not all stuffy like in there." He gestured towards are friends in the house. I giggled, having just thought the same thing. He smiled at me and then stood up, "Let's go for a walk, I'm not quite ready to go back inside yet." I agreed wordlessly and followed him through the side gate, not wanting to draw the attention of our friends. I couldn't believe this was happening. Before he left I thought that I had completely blown my opportunity with him, before now I was shy and froze up anytime I saw him. Creating awkward silences when there used to be flirty conversation. Now that he's back and I have this opportunity to spend some alone time with him I fully intend to take advantage of the situation. At the start of the walk, we mostly just talked about his semester abroad. After about five minutes, we had reached a park. He led me over to the swings and we each took a seat, then he turned the conversation to me. "So, how was your semester?" I laughed and answered, "Strenuous." I smiled when I heard him laugh. "Classes were a bit difficult, but getting used to that and my new job was a bit overwhelming at times." He pulled out another cigarette and gestured for us to share it. I nodded my head and he lit the death stick. After taking a drag he passed it over to me, asking, "So I'm guessing you didn't have much time to date." I understood the significance of this sentence, he was not so subtly checking to see if I had a boyfriend. I smiled at him, and replied in a soft voice, "Not really, but I didn't meet anyone last quarter that I wanted to date anyways." I could tell he was trying to hide it, but I could tell he was relieved. I looked at him for a few seconds, memorizing his eyes and his wonderful smile. I then stood up and held out my hand to him with a smile, "Let's head back." He gladly took my hand and stood close to me. He made to begin walking, but I squeezed his hand to make him stop. Once he did, he turned to look at me, a question in his eyes. I knew that what I was about to do next was risky, but the only thing that went through my head as I leaned forward to kiss him was, "It's now or never." My free hand gently cupped the side of his face as I applied as small amount of pressure against his smooth lips. "This is it," I thought. "If he doesn't respond after a second or two, then I'll head back to the house and never mention this again." I waited for what felt like forever, and felt no response. As I begrudging began to pull away, I felt a rush of cold air to my hand that was incased in his. "Oh no. I blew it. He's never going to talk to-" During mid-thought, I felt his hands cradle my face and bring me back to his lips. Applying even more pressure than I had done. I kissed back with enthusiasm. I moved my other hand to the back of his head and curled my fingers into his hair. He noticed my reaction and brushed his tongue against my bottom lip, I gladly welcomed him in and kissed him passionately for a good five minutes before we had to break for air. He dropped his hands from my face to my waist, and pressed his forehead against mine. It suddenly felt very cold outside, and I shuddered as we regained our breath, and then I said, "We should probably go back inside." He nodded and kissed me once more before taking my hand and leading me back to his house. Once we got back, I immediately noticed how quiet it was. After noting everyone's disappearance, he found a note on the counter. "Hey guys, we all went to a party off campus. Would have invited you but we couldn't find you or get a hold of you." Rather than be hurt by the abandonment of our friends I took full advantage of the completely empty house. I gave him a look, and he seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. He came back over to me and hungrily brought my lips back to his. I attacked his mouth with my greedy lips as he lifted me by the waist and supported me under my butt, kissing me as he carried me to his room. He lowered me onto his bed and stripped his shirt off before kissing down my neck. At first he was gently nibbling and sucking on my skin as my hands searched his bare back. After my hands traveled forward and rested on his chest he bit down on my collarbone. I exhaled sharply, and after hearing this sound of encouragement he brought his hand up to my breast, supporting himself above me with the other. He kissed me again as he began kneading my breast with his left hand. I loved the feeling of his hand against me, and a greedy thought came to me. Before he even had time to react, I pushed him off of me and onto his back. I leaned over and straddled his pelvis before sitting up and peeling my shirt over my head, leaving me on top of him with nothing but my jeans (that's right, no underwear) and my bra. I ground my crotch against his as I bent down and kissed him hungrily. He didn't even hesitate to grab both of my breasts, molding them in his hands before reaching around and unhooking my bra. He began to knead my breasts again, and I groaned from the feel of his cold hands. He flipped me onto my back once more and kissed down to my breasts. Teasing softly around my hard nipples with his tongue and his teeth, before taking my left nipple into his mouth and pleasuring it while his hand pulled on my other nipple. What he was doing to me felt fabulous, and I was suddenly overcome with a desire to make him feel as amazing as he is making me feel. While he continued to work and switch treatments to my breasts, I brought my hand to the button of his pants. I slid my hand down along the outside of his pants and stroked his groin. At this he shuddered and bit down on my breast hard. As I began to unbutton and unzip him, he raised himself back to my eye level and panted, "Wait!" I froze my hand where it was, resting on top of his undone zipper above his hard shaft. I looked at him with questions in my eyes and he breathed, "If we go any farther I don't think I'll be able to stop myself. I want you so badly, but I don't want to hurt you by going too far." I was touched. I had figured that most guys our age wouldn't even stop to consider my feelings and give in whole heartedly to his own desires. I knew there was a reason why I liked. I smiled at him and kissed him before I said, "I'm game if you are." He looked at me like the happiest man in the world, and violently pulled my mouth back to his. As he kissed me I continued with my teasing and moved my hand into the waistband of his boxers. I traced my fingers through his pubic hair and caressed a finger along the length of his shaft. He moaned into my mouth as I closed my hand around his swollen member. As I began to stroke him, he stopped kissing me and concentrated on the waves of pleasure that were coursing through his body. I watched him in fascination. Even with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly ajar, he was sexiest man I had ever seen. My hand felt forced and halted by the lack of lubrication on his dick, so I removed my hand and brought it up to my face. He opened his eyes and stared into mine, giving me a look that could mean nothing but gratitude as I licked my palm and placed it back on him. I smiled up at him and kissed him softly, making my hand movements faster at the same time. After I brushed my thumb over the tip of his cock, he groaned aloud. A wild, guttural sound that set off my most primal instincts. I separated from his lips and panted, "I want you. I want you now." He nodded and allowed me to removed his jeans, he reached down towards mine and cupped his hand against the fabric that was concealing my crotch. He pressed hard and felt the wetness of the denim, then he looked into my eyes and smirked. He knew the effect he was having on me, and I could tell he meant to take full advantage of it. Looking into my eyes the entire time, he brought his face back to my breasts and began teasing them once more, removing my pants as he did so. I helped him slide my jeans off and then his hand moved up my inner thigh and onto my vagina. He began to circle his fingertip around my clit as he sucked on my breasts. I was so overcome with pleasure that I had closed my eyes. He immediately stopped everything and said with a deep growl, "Open your eyes." I did as he requested and watched him as he continued to tease my body. As he slid his first finger into me he began to kiss down my body, never breaking eye contact with me. Right as he came above my cleanly shaved pussy, he inserted another of his strong fingers. I fought the urge to close my eyes and give over to the sensation of pleasure, but my resolve faded as soon as his mouth reached my clitoris. His fingers sawed into me savagely as his tongue continuous attacked my clit. Waves of pleasure that I had never felt before coursed through me, and as a carnal fire built up inside of me and dug my fingers into his hair and pushed him closer to my womanhood. Moaning loudly as he worked his wonderful magic. I pulled on his hair to yank him back up, and I begged, "I'm so close, PLEASE. I need you inside of me now!" He pulled his fingers out of me and slid back up my body, kissing every patch of skin that he could find. Once he got back to my face I pulled down his boxers and peeled them away from his body. Even after I had already felt him down there, I was not prepared for what I saw. He was HUGE. He noticed my staring and he chuckled to himself, "Like what you see?" In answer I wrapped my fingers around him and breathed into his ear, "Very much." I pushed him again onto his back and ground my wet pussy against his hard dick. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back and forth, helping me get him fully prepared for the main event. I kissed down his neck and sucked on his collar bone as we grinded, repaying him for the hickeys that he surely gave me. Above me I heard him pant, "Get. The. Condom. From. The. Dresser." I kissed down to his chest, along his abdomen and finished my journey at the head of his cock. I kissed the tip softly and then stood up to retrieve the rubber. I found the condom in record time, and turned back to him on the bed. He was propped up on his elbows, dick fully erect and a wild look in his eyes. I slowly walked back over to the bed, unwrapping the condom with my teeth and removing it from its package. With the condom in my left hand I slowly kissed up his right leg, dragging my breasts across his skin as I moved higher. Then I came to his penis. I gave him a playful look before licking his ball sack and then licking up his shaft. I reached the tip of his penis and maneuvered it so that I would go into my mouth. I slowly bobbed my head up and down, trying to get his huge member as far down my throat as possible. He groaned loudly, and begged, "If you keep doing that I'm not going to last very long." With his penis still in my mouth and I looked up and into his eyes, giving the head another hard suck before removing myself from him and placing the condom onto him. I crawled back up his body, letting my nipples drag against his skin. He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately before turning me over once more and placing himself between my legs. He kissed the tip of my nose and wiped my hair out of my face. Breathing, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Even with his dick completely hard, he was trying to protect me. I grazed my fingers across his cheek and spoke the truth. "I've wanted this ever since I met you." He smiled and kissed me again before gripping his cock and moving it into my aching pussy. He was a lot thicker than I anticipated, I inhaled sharply as he pushed himself farther into me crying out as his head pushed against my g-spot. He stopped and started to say something but before he could utter a syllable I whined, "Why did you stop?" He chuckled and then proceeded to shove the rest of himself inside me. This was definitely the most full I've ever felt in my life, he looked into my eyes as he started thrusting back and forth. His eyes were the most spectacular shade of green that I'd ever seen, and I just couldn't help but kiss him as my thrusts met his. Something primal must have struck him, because the more I tried to participate the more aggressive he became. He even grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head, which was incredibly hot. I never knew how amazing being dominated could feel and I groaned at my submission. He could tell that I was enjoying myself. As he continually thrust harder and faster, he repositioned us so that I he was on his knees and my leg was positioned onto his shoulder. He began pumping into me at an incredible rate and using one of his hands to grope my breast roughly. It almost hurt, but I found that I liked it. I felt that fire build up again inside me, burning hotter and hotter as he continued to ravage me. His body was shaking and I could tell he was close, I wanted him to finish. Not only did I want him to finish but I wanted to finish with him. As he continued to thrust aggressively and claw at my breasts I brought my fingertips down to my clit and began working my button, bringing me as close to my climax as him. He shouted, "I'm gonna cum!" And as he gave one final thrust he crashed his lips onto mine and kissed me deeply as we both gave over to the blinding pleasure. As our orgasm ended, he collapsed onto me and rolled to my side. Not wanting to crush me I guessed. I panted, "Come here." And I curled myself onto his chest. He held me as we breathed into each other's skin. Even after the heat escaped us, and our breathing became steady we continued to lay on the couch. He kissed my forehead and said, "That was incredible. I've wanted to do that with you for the longest of time, and I can't believe it finally happened." I gazed into his eyes adoringly and replied, "Me neither babe." Now or Never "She's here," said Tim peering through the spy hole. He looked anxiously around at Sue. "You don't have to do this, you know. We could forget the whole thing if you're not happy." "No," replied his wife. "She's already paid for and I want to do this. It's now or never. We're not getting any younger and how often do we get a night away from the kids?" Tim was concerned about his dear wife's nervousness but his penis was throbbing at the thought of a threesome and he desperately wanted to go through with it. Sue breathed in deeply. "Let her in," she insisted. Tim's erection hardened. This was going to happen; he was actually going to fuck another woman with his wife's permission. He hadn't believed his ears when Sue had suggested a threesome and he still couldn't get over the fact that she'd gone ahead and arranged it. But here he was, in a plush hotel room with a Call Girl knocking on his door. His pulse raced and he felt light-headed but he wanted this, more than anything. He swung the door open. "Hi I'm Chloe," said the quiet spoken, immaculately well-dressed woman who was standing outside their hotel room. Tim mouth gaped and his hard cock strained against the confines of his pants. "I have got the right room haven't I?" Chloe enquired glancing between Tim and his terrified looking wife. "Yes, sorry. Where are my manners?" stammered Tim. "Do come in." Sue remained silent, her expression one of uncertainty. She necked the glass of wine she was holding and poured herself another. "First time?" smiled Chloe. "Don't be shy, I'll look after you." Tim's eyes wandered over Chloe, taking in the expensive dress that showed off her fantastic curves and her phenomenally high heeled red shoes. God he hoped she kept those on when he fucked her! "Drink?" he asked politely, offering Chloe the choice of something from the mini bar. "No, thank you," Chloe smiled. "Not alcohol anyway. Water would be good. I've been filling up my bladder but I'm not quite there yet. Is it both of you or just yourself who wants the golden shower?" "Me, it's me," blurted out Sue coming alive. "I want it. I want you to pee on me, all over me. I want to be drenched." She thrust a bottle of water at Chloe and watched longingly as Chloe chugged it down. "More," said Chloe holding out the empty bottle. "I can hold a little more." Sue's eyes widened as the anticipation of what she was about to do made her cunt swell and her heart pound in her chest. She felt her juices flowing making her crotch damp. "I'm fit to burst," said Chloe as she finished off the second bottle of water. "Shall we?" "Show me your breasts first," said Sue, shocked at her own forwardness. Tim gasped. He'd never heard his wife speak like that and had no idea she liked women in that way but he was dying to see those trussed up titties as well. He wanted to hold them and fondle them or better still, watch his wife do it. Chloe slowly unbuttoned her dress and slipped it off, revealing the black lacy underwear beneath. Her dark skin was flawless and her ample breasts sat cradled in her skimpy bra, her prominent nipples showing through. "Do you want to touch them?" Chloe asked Sue. "No. I want to suck them," she replied. "Oh yes, do it! Fucking do it!" groaned Tim, highly aroused. His throbbing erection was beginning to pain him and he needed a release, but he'd have to wait. This night had been Sue's idea and she should be allowed to live out her fantasy first. Tim contented himself with undoing his trousers, letting his rock hard penis spring out. He stroked it, running his hand firmly along the shaft and moaning as he felt it pulsate. Chloe removed her bra and slipped down her knickers. She was a young woman, maybe mid-twenties, with a curvy but firm figure, deep brown eyes and fabulous long black hair. Sue fell upon her, her hands grasping her breasts as her mouth encircled one of Chloe's hardened nipples. She sucked down hungrily, groaning with pleasure at the taste and texture. Tim held his breath, mesmerised by the sight of his once reserved wife getting off on another woman's tits. It was so hot. His eyes ran up and down his wife then drank in Chloe; her rounded breasts, her curvy backside and her pussy, shaved and inviting. His cock twitched mercilessly as he noticed a drop of moisture emerge from between Chloe's thighs and slowly run down her leg. "I'm going to burst. I have to do this now," Chloe grimaced thrusting her hands between her legs to prevent herself from peeing on the carpet. Sue stopped what she was doing and led Chloe into the bathroom with Tim close behind. "A spa bath. Very good," said Chloe admiring the luxurious fixtures. Sue had chosen that hotel room because of the bath. If she was going to fulfil her lifelong fantasy and have another woman pee on her she needed space to let it happen. Chloe stepped into the bath, her clit stud showing as she lifted her legs over the high sides. Sue hesitated again, her hands trembling. "Are you ok with this?" asked Chloe gently. "Would you rather just watch me pee?" "No," said Sue. "Drench me." Sue lifted her tee-shirt over her head and pulled down her slacks. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Tim leaned on the doorframe, his huge erection in his hand. He eyed up his naked wife, comparing her body to Chloe's. His wife was more beautiful; pale skin, fabulous slender figure, flat stomach, neatly trimmed bush and tight cunt. Sue had never lost her elasticity, even after giving birth to their three children, and Tim loved the feel of her cunt muscles around his cock. He stroked himself harder, allowing the pre-cum to ooze from the tip but that was all. He needed to wait, just a little longer. He didn't want to ejaculate before he'd had his turn with Chloe. He loved his wife dearly but he wanted some action too. Sue stepped into the bath and knelt at Chloe's feet. "Drench me," she repeated throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Chloe straddled her, moving her dripping pussy over Sue till it hovered close to her face. Chloe concentrated and pushed. A tiny dribble of golden liquid squirted from her pee hole. Sue gasped and opened her mouth then screamed out her ecstasy as Chloe released her muscles and let loose a cascade of hot golden piss which showered down over Sue. It splashed onto her face, covered her pert white breasts and ran down her body in a yellow river, pooling in an acrid puddle around Sue's quivering body. Sue ran her hands through the stream and opened her mouth to catch the delicious bitter taste. It stung her throat as she swallowed. Her cunt throbbed and her body plunged her into the throws of her first orgasm. "Oh fuck, oh fuck that's so good," she screamed out as Chloe adjusted her aim to allow her golden flow to shoot straight into Sue's mouth. Sue opened wider, tipping her head back for more. "Oh fuck, you dirty bitches," grunted Tim, fighting hard to prevent himself from coming. Tim had never witnessed Sue behaving like this before, not in the twelve years he'd known her and he couldn't believe how much it turned him on. Sue sank backwards into the bath as Chloe's pee slowed and she pushed out the last tiny drops. Sue breathed deeply, her heart racing and her cunt desperate for more stimulation. Chloe found the shower head and turned it on, running warm water over herself and Sue. Once she'd cleaned herself off she turned the shower head onto Sue's pussy aiming the jets right into her sensitive hole. Sue groaned with pleasure and parted her thighs as she felt the warm water massaging her swollen vulva. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come again," she cried. "Let me help you," said Chloe. Tim watched amazed as Sue spread her legs wide allowing Chloe to push her head between them and lick out her cunt. Sue's juices oozed as Chloe's expert tongue flicked her clitoris and probed deep inside her, teasing and stroking her. "Oh fuck! I don't know if I'm going to come or pee myself," Sue screamed out. "Do both," Chloe laughed. "You're allowed!" Chloe sat back and gently inserted two fingers into Sue's silky hole. She began rubbing her clit, moving her fingers back and forth, fast. Sue let out a piercing scream as her second orgasm ripped through her accompanied by a wave of golden pee. It ran over Chloe's hand and down her arm but Chloe didn't stop finger fucking her until her orgasm had passed and Sue lay back, spent. Sue had dreamed of having the perfect golden shower but Tim had never been keen to try it so she'd given up believing it would ever happen, until now. "Me now, my turn," begged Tim, desperate to have relief from his torturous erection. "Get undressed," said Chloe softly. "You've been very patient. Time for your reward." Tim hurriedly stripped off his clothing. His enormous swollen cock stood prominently before him. He needed to be relieved, now!" Chloe kissed Sue softly on the forehead before stepping out of the bath and taking Tim by the hand. She was still wet from her shower as she led him to the bed. "So, what do you want? Blow job? Hand job? Would you like to try ass fucking me?" Tim looked bewildered and shook his head. "I just want to slip my cock inside you, maybe from behind? Can I fuck you from behind Chloe, please?" Chloe knelt down on all fours at the edge of the bed. She opened her legs exposing her glistening wet crack to Tim, inviting him in. "Oh fuck!" he grunted as he moved up behind her and positioned his throbbing cock against her wet cunt. "Oh fuck, fuck!" he cried again as his pulsating erection pushed past Chloe's velvety lips and sank deep inside her. It felt so good. He had been faithful to Sue since he'd married her ten years ago and the thrill of burying his penis into another woman's hot cunt was indescribable. "Oh you feel good and your cock is so big," purred Chloe. "Fuck me harder." Tim thrust deeper, harder, feeling the warmth of her tight hole and loving it. His hands reached for Chloe's pendulous breasts and grasped them firmly, the heavy roundness filling his hands. Suddenly he noticed that a second ass was facing him; a beautiful pert white ass with juicy cunt lips spread tantalisingly open. Sue was on the bed with them, on all fours next to Chloe, inviting Tim to fuck her as well. Tim couldn't believe his luck; two women at the same time. He pulled his swollen cock out of Chloe and thrust it firmly into Sue, pushing deeper as he heard her moan. He pumped her hard, slamming his balls against her wet pussy. He was close to coming, he could feel it, but he held back. He withdrew from his wife and thrust his penis back into Chloe, burying the shaft deep within her. Tim was in heaven, alternating penetration with his wife then his whore. It was a dream come true. He felt himself approaching climax, the waves building up and the pleasure so intense it made his head spin. He needed to let go. Tim made a split second decision and withdrew from Chloe. He thrust his huge cock back into his wife and grunted loudly as he climaxed and shot his load deep inside her. He continued to slam hard into her again and again, filling her up with his creamy cum. He'd never produced so much sperm before. Sue threw her head back and screamed as Tim triggered her third orgasm. Her cunt muscles contracted tightly around her husband's softening penis holding him in a vice like grip which squeezing out every drop of semen. The two of them writhed together, crying out in ecstasy as they bucked and thrust. When their orgasms finally subsided and they were spent, Tim and Sue collapsed in a heap, shaking from their efforts. Chloe rolled off the bed, smiling. She gathered up her belongings and started to dress. "Time's up. I have to go, unless you pay for another hour?" "No need," panted Tim, hugging Sue tightly and kissing her tenderly on the mouth. "So I see," Chloe said, winking at them both. Chloe dressed, straightened out her hair and make-up then quietly let herself out. Neither Tim nor Sue noticed her go; Tim needed to pee and Sue couldn't control her excitement as he stepped into the bathtub! Now or Never: Escape to Freedom This is a new series I've decided to work on. My stories are sometimes called dark because of my reference to abuse, but the way I look at it is not all stories in life are peaches and cream. Weather a story is bright and happy or dark and sad deserve to be told. I give great thanks to my awesome beta reader/editor Shelly for everything that she has done and taught me. As always this story is completely fiction and any likeness to real events or people are completely coincidental. My stories contain a lot of detail and dialogue so if you're looking for a short to the point story this is not for you. If you looking for a story that contains suspense, drama and adventure than this is for you. So sit back and relax and enjoy the first chapter of, Now or Never: Escape to Freedom. This story takes place in a small town called Upper Deerfield, located in Southern New Jersey during the springtime of 2011. * Austin opened his eyes, as they started to come into focus the pounding in his head reminded him of what had happened the night before. Once again his boyfriend came home from a night of hard partying and drinking. Austin slowly got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. When he looked at himself in the mirror he cringed at reflection looking back at him: a busted lip, blackened eye, bloody nose, and a red welt on his left cheek, he felt nothing but shame. Austin's slim body felt bruised all over, even his golden brown hair seemed to hurt. He hardly recognized himself. The reflection in the mirror was definitely not the face he remembered. He had his mother's looks which cast him as pretty. But his only one of his emerald eyes was visible. Eric had once loved his face, now the sight of him seemed to cause only rage. This wasn't the first time the dark haired jock had used his bunched muscles to hit him; it had become their near daily ritual. Some days it wasn't bad, but there were days he feared for his life. Eric was the same height as Austin at 6'2 but he had him by fifteen ponds. Austin recalled when those grey eyes looked at him with love, but he quickly dropped his reverie, there was no time to think about that. He had to get Eric's breakfast cooked before he got up or there would be more beatings. He washed his face, went back to the bedroom and changed into what he was expected to wear. He slipped on the tight black and blue stripped trunks, white tank top and black no show socks. It was Tuesday which meant scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, fresh orange juice, and coffee with one cream and two sugars. Just as he finished frying the bacon he heard Eric in the bathroom, he knew that he was right on time. He had everything placed out on the table when Eric came out of the bedroom. Austin could see by his expression he was in a foul mood. He began cleaning the pans, hoping to avoid Eric's wrath. "What the fuck!" Eric yelled. "Where the fuck is the cheese in these eggs!" "I put the amount you like in there." Austin said as his heart began to race. "Really? Cause these eggs are fucking dry as hell!" "I can make you more." Austin said as he opened the refrigerator. "I don't have fucking time for this bitch!" Eric said as he heaved the plate across the room smashing it and the glass coffee table. Eric stormed across the dining room and backed Austin into a corner. "You like pissing me off, don't you?" Eric said with a fire in his grey eyes. "N...no. I swear I put the right amount of cheese in, just like you like it." Austin said as he trembled under the power of his boyfriend. "I think I have to teach you a lesson again. Get down there and suck my fucking cock and beg for mercy!" Eric said as he pushed Austin down on his knees and shoved his face into his semi erect cock. "Now fucking kiss it and suck it real good. If you do a good enough job I might not beat the shit out of you!" Austin didn't speak and did what he was told. He knew that Eric like to have his cock played with before he got sucked and he began caressing his hardening rood. He started to kiss and massage causing it to grow and strain hard against his underwear. Eric grew impatient with Austin's ministrations and he pulled his cock out and shoved it down Austin's throat causing him to gag. Tears formed from the violent face fucking he was getting. He tried to catch a breath when Eric pulled out but just as fast as he would pull out he would jam in back down his throat. Eric's brown hair shadowed his eyes as he peered down on the slighter man. His hidden eyes and goatee made him appear more devil than man. "God you mouth is so fucking hot! That's right, suck my cock bitch; suck it like your life depends on it." Austin tried to fight the urge, but the reflex to breathe won out and he jerked away. Eric took that as an attempt at defiance and he back handed him across the face sending him to the floor. "You don't like sucking my cock? That's fine I'll take it out on your ass!" With one swift motion he grabbed Austin by the shirt and pulled to him to his feet. He turned him around and bent him over the counter. "You're going to get the fucking of your life!" Eric said as he pulled Austin's trunks down exposing his posterior. Eric rammed his cock into Austin without any warning. Pain shot though his body like a lightning bolt. He did all he could to relax so the pain wasn't as intense, but it didn't help. "God your ass is tight! Take my cock you slut! I could fuck you all day long." Eric said as he grabbed a handful of golden brown hair pulling his head back and bit down on his neck causing him more pain. Austin knew it would be over soon. He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything to take his mind off of Eric's forceful fucking. He didn't have to wait long; he could feel Eric moving more erratic; he knew that the end was near. He was happy when he felt Eric tense up and unload inside of him; it was over, at least for the moment. "Now go clean yourself up. You look like a fucking mess." Eric said as he pulled his now softening cock out. "You better have this placed cleaned up by the time I get home from work, and I mean everything!" Fairly certain the urge for violence had ebbed Austin surveyed the damage to their home, "I'm going to need extra money to replace the coffee table. I only have enough for the groceries." "Here's the bank card. I know exactly how much is in there and you better not spend more than you're supposed to or I'll take it out on your ass." Eric said as he tossed it onto the counter. Eric left for work and Austin cleaned up the broken glass in the living room. He worked as efficiently as he could. Eric's daily mandates for him occupied most of the hours he was at work, so there was little time for the extra labor. He meticulously rechecked for glass shards, finished the kitchen, got dressed and headed out of the door. Austin stopped in front of his car and admired her before he got in. It was the one thing in his life that had not changed; he loved his car. It was a 2001 Black Crown Victoria with the police package. To most people it was just another retired police car, but to him it was his baby. She might have been 12 years old but he always found time to wash and wax her, polish the chrome rings around the wheels and she was always running in top shape. The car looked and ran like it had just rolled off of the dealer's lot. When he turned the key and the 4.6L V-8 roared to life it never failed to send a shock wave all the way down to his balls; at least something still did. As he pulled out of their upscale apartment complex he ran through the check list in his head of everything he had to get done before Eric got home from work. He had to do the grocery shopping, clean the house, do laundry, cook dinner and now he had to buy a new coffee table and have that together all before the day was done. He decided to run to the furniture store and pick up a new coffee before he went to the supermarket. They had a coffee table that was almost a twin to the old one and it didn't cost that much. Grateful he had caught a break Austin hoped it wasn't going to be too much of a bitch putting it together. Once he got to the supermarket he wasted no time looking around. Eric allowed him to go the store every other Friday from twelve till two; he had two weeks' worth of food to get. He started at one end of the store and worked his way through all of the aisles ending at the frozen foods. He always stopped and looked at the ice cream a favorite treat that was forbidden to him, Eric wanted him to stay trim. "Hello Austin, how are you?" Mrs. Steinbach asked. She was his neighbor from across the parking lot. "Hello Mrs. Steinbach, I'm good. How are you doing today?" Austin asked as he broke his gaze from the frozen delights. "I'm well, thanks for asking." She said with a smile, but then her smile faded. "Austin, what happened to your beautiful face?" "Oh, I tripped over the laundry basket last night. Didn't even see it in the dark and went face first into the computer table." He hated lying to her. She was like the neighborhood grandmother. "Austin, I might be old but I am not senile. You think I don't know what goes on over at your place? I know Eric has a temper." Austin blanched, she knew? "His temper isn't that bad." "You forget my grandson works with him over at the prison, and he's told me that Eric brags about the control he has over you. Now I'm not one to put my nose into anyone's business, but when it comes to this I feel that I should. You need to get out and leave him." Shame flooded Austin, how could Eric brag about the things he did to him? "Mrs. Steinbeck, Eric really isn't that bad of a person." Austin didn't know who he was trying to convince, himself or Mrs. Steinbeck. Mrs. Steinbach raised a wrinkled hand to his face, but did not touch him. "How often has he hit you? And by the look on your face this isn't the first time he's done this. I've known you boys since you moved into the complex four years ago and it pains me to see this." Austin shook his head slowly. Someone remembered who he was four years ago. She was standing in front of him and she knew he had been worthy of something other than contempt once upon a time. For the first time in years he did not feel insignificant, he had an ally. Austin shook his head, "It's not that easy for me to leave. He controls my every move, plus I wouldn't even know where to go." "I know you said you have grandparents down in Florida, why don't you head down there?" "I don't have money for that kind of trip. He knows how much I use because every time the card is used he gets an alert on his phone from the bank." "I had a feeling that was the case. Here I want you to take this." She said as she handed him a sealed envelope. "What's this for?" Austin asked as he looked at the envelope. "It's your way out of here. But don't open it now wait till the time is right." Mrs. Steinbach said with a smile. "Okay. I better get going I have a lot I still have to do today." Austin said as he stuffed the envelope in his back pocket. He noted the time as he made his to the check-out line, it was already passed 2pm and he only had five hours to get home, put away everything, cook and have the place cleaned. He struggled with the imaginings of his punishment if he did not complete his tasks, and then silently laughed at himself. Hadn't he been talking about his need to run from Eric not five minutes ago? Austin couldn't keep him out of his mind for five minutes, how was he supposed to have a life without him? After he put the last of the bags in the trunk he checked his phone to make sure that Eric hadn't sent him a text telling him to pick anything else up. Seeing nothing he sent up thanks for average miracles. The afternoon was a mad rush getting everything done in what little time he had left. He finished screwing in the last screw on the new coffee table, glanced at the clock and did a quick calculation. Eric would be home in less than 45 minutes that gave him enough time to check on the lasagna and take a quick 15 minute shower. Once out of the shower Austin quickly put on the outfit that Eric loved the most, which was a pair of black basketball shorts and a grey Old Navy t-shirt. Just as the buzzer on the oven went off he heard Eric's car pulling into the driveway. He prayed that he didn't have a bad day at work and be in a foul mood. As he heard the key enter the lock he held his breath and waited to see if Eric was pissed or not. Thankfully Eric must have had a good day. "Hey babe, how was your day?" Austin asked as he handed Eric a beer. "Long. Had another guy start a fight and had to take him to segregation." Eric said as he opened the beer. "I'm sorry to hear that. Did you have to take him down or did another officer?" Austin asked as he pulled the lasagna out of the oven. "I did since I was the closest to him." Eric said as he took another sip. "I made your favorite dish, lasagna with meat sauce and Chianti." Austin said as he placed it on the table. "Come on and eat babe, and later I'll rub your feet." Austin was elated Eric's aggression had been absorbed by the prisoner. An unwanted image popped into his head of Eric wrestling with a faceless man. A voice that popped up less and less in his head asked Austin whether Eric got hard while tackling a prisoner like it did when his boyfriend manhandled him? Austin shook his head and decided to do all he could to keep Eric in a good mood. Sadly Eric's moods were fickle and it didn't stay pleasant for long. Eric's cell phone went off at seven in the morning, it was his supervisor. His boyfriend's tone let Austin know it wasn't good. "Is everything okay?" Austin asked as he sat up in bed. "No. Those motherfuckers told me that I have to be in early and I have to work a double shift." Eric said as he stormed out of bed and into the bathroom. "Do you want me to make you something to eat before you go?" Austin got out of bed and started to put on some clothes. "Fuck that. I don't have time for that. I'll just throw some breakfast sandwiches in the microwave." Austin's heart fell out of his chest. He forgot to pick them up yesterday at the store when he was talking to Mrs. Steinbach. He prayed to god that there might still be some left in the freezer, he ran over to check but he knew there weren't any. Eric was already pissed and this was just going to make matters worse. "Um, babe we're out of the breakfast sandwiches. Can you stop and pick up something on your way?" "What the fuck do you mean we're out? You were supposed to pick some up when you went shopping yesterday! What the fuck did you spend that money on!" Eric said as he emerged from the bedroom fully dressed. "I...I thought I picked them up but I guess I forgot." "Well you thought wrong!" Eric said as he backhanded Austin across the face sending him flying into the stove. He hit his head hard enough to knock him out. An hour later when Austin started come to the familiar pounding in his head was present, but as he started to regain focus he noticed that he was completely naked and not in the kitchen. When he tried to move he found that his hands and feet where tied to a chair. This was the extreme punishment Eric resorted to when he really was pissed off. Eric knew that Austin was claustrophobic and it would take Austin days to get over being locked in the utility closet. Austin sat in the dark, attempting to control his breathing when it dawned on him that Eric was working a double shift; he would not be getting home until almost seven in the morning. The thought of him being trapped in the closet all day and night triggered a panic attack that was compounded by his being tied. Sweat rolled off of his thin body as waves of nausea crashed over him. Franticly he fought against the rope but the knots would not budge. He shook the chair violently, his body straining for freedom, then he felt something sharp; it was the new limb trimmer for their patio garden. Operating on instinct he twisted closer to the instrument. He slowly started to move his hands up and down the sharp blade all the time his heart was pounding in his ears. It only took him a few minutes to cut through and free his hands. Once his hands were free he untied his feet and bolted from the closet. Shaking, covered in sweat, in a ball on the floor he knew he had no choice but to run. When Eric got home and saw that he was out he couldn't imagine the rage he would face. He knew it was now or never. A million things ran through his head as he made his way to the bedroom. Where was he going to go, how was he going to pay his way to get to where ever that was? Then he remembered the envelope Mrs. Steinbach had given him. He reached between the mattress and the box spring and pulled it out, he had planned on giving it back, but now he was all the more grateful for it. Inside were ten brand new $100 bills. A destination came to him, Clearwater Florida. He knew that his only chance was to make his way down to his grandparents but he had no address. He decided he would journey to Clearwater and figure the rest out there. He swiftly packed what little things he had, mostly clothes. Everything else belonged to Eric and he didn't want anything to remind him of that sadist. As he was putting the last of his clothes in his suitcase he heard a loud crack of thunder that shook the entire apartment. Austin was a bundle of phobias and fears, most of them rooted in the car accident that nearly took his life. But he knew with a clear-eyed certainty that if he did not get away from Eric tonight, he would have a new damage, physically and emotionally. His fear of driving in the rain could not be allowed to stop him. He laid the house key on the table that sat by the door and left the torturers' den that for four years had been his home. He quickly made his way to the car, it started to rain harder and the wind picked up. He backed his car out of the driveway and he saw that Mrs. Steinbach was standing on her front stoop. He decided that the least he could do was thank her for helping him escape. He jumped out of the car and ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her. "I promise you, I'll pay you back and then some." He said "It's a gift. Someone gave me the same a lifetime ago. It was meant for you to keep, pass it on when you can." She said as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Be careful out there and don't let anyone hurt you. Now you better get going. This storm is only going to get worse and it's a big one. It stretches all the way down to the Carolinas." "I'll never forget what you've done for me. I'll write you when I get to Florida." Austin promised as he dashed back to his car. As he pulled out of the complex he started to feel like he was making a huge mistake but he knew it would be a bigger mistake if he turned around and went back. It was slow going on his way to the highway since he was taking the back roads. He didn't want any of Eric's friends to see him and tip him off that he was on the run. Normally it only took ten minutes to get to the highway but with taking back roads and the storm it took him almost half an hour, finally he made it to Rt. 55. It was somewhat smooth sailing until he got to the Walt Whitman Bridge. Traffic was backed up for about a half a mile due to the restricted speed limit of 25mph on the bridge. Austin had to face another one of his fears; bridges. He started to cross the bridge and could feel it bouncing in the high winds. 'Now or never', he kept repeating over and over until he was on the other side. He had no clear idea where he was going, but he knew I-95 went down into Florida and that was his best bet. He got on I-95 south and turned on one of his favorite radio stations to help pass the time. He knew that it was going to take at least twelve hours to make it to South Carolina and another three hours to get to Clearwater. It was now around ten and he figured he wouldn't be getting to Florida until around mid-night if he could make it straight through. As he crossed into Virginia the storm started to lighten up and the rain wasn't blasting on the windshield so hard. With each passing mile he got more and more relaxed knowing that he was leaving a horrible past behind him.