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Kristy

By: TN_Vixen



Kristy shifted her body under the covers as she quickly thumbed through the familiar pages of the girlie magazine she clutched in her hands, illuminated by the soft rays of her bedside lamp. She knew the contents of this magazine by heart for she’d had it hidden under her mattress for the past several months, stolen from her father’s nightstand stash. One day while alone in the house she had discovered her father’s stash of porn and hastily took one at random thinking one single issue out of a stack of 10 or 15 magazines wouldn’t be missed. Although Kristy was 18 and had recently graduated high school, she was still a virgin.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know about sex, because she did… probably had much more knowledge than her family or other friends (outside the one who had fed her with such information) would ever guess, and it wasn’t that she didn’t think about having sex, because she did. Constantly. She was just scared and had been taught that “good girls” didn’t do that kind of thing, they didn’t go all the way. There were no good girls in this magazine, thought Kristy.. no, these were bad girls. Very bad girls. The first time she looked at the pictures of the girls in this magazine, she was shocked! They looked as if they enjoyed displaying their bodies in such vulgar fashion. Many of them depicted girls with their legs splayed open, some even with the lips of their vagina spread with thumb and forefinger for the cameraman to capture.

The cameraman. That’s what Kristy focused on. It wasn’t the nude pictures of the young women’s beautiful bodies that she found fascinating, it was the fact that they’d obviously been in the same room with another person, perhaps two or three other people, directing her, telling her what to do, looking at her body, her breasts and vagina so openly on display that made Kristy hot. That’s what had captured her attention at first… but then she had found the letters.

God, the letters from readers who graphically detailed their own sexual experiences for all to read… that’s what made her wet. That was what caused her body to shift underneath her covers as she quietly flipped to the story section. She’d read these stories at least 50 times, but it didn’t matter, each time she was transplanted into the scenario. Her body responded as if she were actually a participant. It was amazing, wonderful, and addicting. 

After the initial theft, Kristy became more bold and went to her father’s stash several times, always only taking one magazine to keep for a couple of weeks and then switching out. Always the pictures were soft porn (although she had yet to realize that), until she came upon a Hustler. When she took it, she didn’t realize that it was different from the others she had been reading… but later that night, when alone, she flipped the pages and was stunned at what she saw.

Graphic pictures of women tied up, of leather, of bondage, of helpless women who didn’t appear to be suffering from this activity… rather their expressions seemed to be ecstatic. The stories too were different. All about women forced to accept the fact that they received pleasure beyond consent. Kristy was mesmerized. She related to these girls. They didn’t want to cross the boundary of “goodness” yet couldn’t help themselves in their submissive state… 

And so the obsession began. 

Now, Kristy thumbed through the one magazine in search of the stories that caused her pussy to puff and swell… to seep the moisture that even she was surprised at even before her fingers began to stimulate herself. And she began to read. She read about young girls forced to submit to their headmasters at school to punishments… punishments that caused them to display themselves – to expose their privates as the headmaster had his way with them. She read stories about women who couldn’t control their passion when held by several men who would stimulate the girl’s pussy and make her groan and scream with anguish and need. She read about secret strangers who found their way into the homes of these good girls and tied them up and forced them to endure unimaginable pleasure without ever knowing the perpetrator. And fantasies in Kristy’s mind were born. 

She read these stories and as she read them, she felt her belly clench and throb, her legs involuntarily parted and her feet drew up to her ass, her knees spread wide… she felt the moisture build between her thighs and soon could feel the wetness against the cotton of her panties and in little splotches against her inner thighs. When she could stand it no longer, her fingers slipped across her belly and down underneath the waistband of her panties and into the soft down of her pubic hair. Her fingers moved further until they dipped into the hot honey wetness of her center and she groaned… a soft, muffled groan of pleasure as her fingers slid upwards to find her clit.

She was one of the girls in the story, one of those incapable of stopping the reaction of her body. Incapable of stopping that male presence that stimulated her beyond reason. Kristy’s forehead grew moist and her lip began to tremble as she read on, her fingers acting out what the man in the story was forcing upon the young woman. She actually felt her hands and legs bound as the character’s was, she felt the man’s breath upon her neck and his tongue slicking across her nipples, she felt his probing fingers against her hot sex and then…

Kristy came. 

Her orgasm tore through her and took her breath away. Her eyes slammed shut and her mouth became a grimace as she only felt… lived in feeling the tremendous orgasm that ripped through her body.

One day, Kristy thought as she folded the magazine and slipped in between her mattress, one day… that will happen to me.

Kristy - A Sissy Slave



It was dark. It was also very stuffy. I've been through so much in who knows how much time and have changed in many ways. I hardly have any meaningful memories of my life before everything began.

I last remember my age as 19. I've not been outside too often, or even seen a watch, or anything else to give me some sense of time. I was swept up, bundled up, dragged off into the abyss... - Or so it felt! I had no family and no friends when I moved to a new town in the hopes of starting a new life. 

My thoughts begin to trail off when I think of the past as though it's just of zero importance. I used to get sad when I thought of the past, before what's happening now. Before what has happened in what has seemed like oceans of time that I've blindly crossed as a captive. 

That's what I know I am - A captive. 

I was a slender young man, with long dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and stood only 5'7" in height and weighing just shy of 115 lbs. I can remember being called all kinds of names by other kids as I grew up. I have been told I have very feminine mannerisms. The way I move, gesture with my hands, even standing still. Most people, especially throughout my school years, assumed I was gay. I didn't think so. I always fostered attraction for the opposite sex. 

Eventually I met and began to see a woman about 5 years older than me who one day got me to 'dress up' for her in her clothes and makeup. As it turns out, I was really good at being a girl and I began to take a sense of pride in that. When her and I parted ways, I dressed up for myself when I had absolute privacy. I loved the feel of a girls clothes. The soft, stretchy, and almost silky feel of a long maxi-dress covering my smooth slender features was a feeling I craved every day. The feel of lacy underwear, satin thong panties, silky bra's and slips, and sheer stockings bring incredible euphoric sensations that I cannot equate to anything else I've ever experienced.

There I go! My thoughts elude me and I'm suddenly reminded of where I am presently and the situation I'm in. 

I am dressed in a black, tight, and stretchy PVC mini-dress. It's backless and the straps come from the chest and meet around the very base and back of my neck. My hair has been dyed black, cut short around the sides a little and then much shorter in the back. My hair is long around front and hangs around my face. At it's longest it hangs around 3 inches from the sides of my chin and jaw-line and gets shorter going back, as previously described. 

My ears are now pierced numerous times from the lobes and along the edges to the near top. Nothing fancy. I at least get some choice in the style of earrings I must wear and lastly, my tongue is pierced with your basic metal ball-stud. This is somewhat new and only fully healed recently, I think.

My makeup a dark smokey style with shades of dark blue to black. My liner is black as is my mascara and the way it's done is to make my eyes seem bigger and more round. More.. Innocent in a way. I have dark red lipstick that's almost black. My nails naturally long, and manicured to have a slight point to each nail. The black glossy nail polish clashes strongly with my naturally white, porcelain skin tone. 

I am completely hairless save for what I have on my head. I always shaved and was saving up for the laser hair removal treatment before things went crazy. Eventually, after my capture, I was 'refined'. Part of that 'refinement' revolved around removal of any hair through the very treat I wanted to get. Eventually, well quite recently, I was put on hormones and already can see a difference in the way my body distributes fat, making me appear even more femme. 

Under the dress I wear a black stretch-lace bralette. The straps follow the dress and go around the back of my neck and not over my shoulders. My... breasts are, for now, a set of some very life-like gel-filled synthetic skin breasts that have been adhered to the contours of my body as to not look entirely disproportionate. They used a chemical that has the bonding power of cement but you can't even tell as they, move, sit, and even bounce like the real deal. The gel and even the 'skin' take on my body heat and now feel what I imagine real ones would feel like. My boobs are somewhere around a 34 b - cute, perky, and perfect for my frame. My nipples a soft pink in color but are visible through the stretchy lace of my bra.

Around my waist, under the somewhat clingy dress, I have on a very smooth, black, seamless satin thong and a garter belt of black stretchy satin and lace. The garters attach to thigh-high, sheer black , PVC-topped stockings. With those come the shoes. Black, glossy, 8-inch stiletto heels. 

During my refinement and training I was forced to wear this lovely little chastity device that kept my 'sissy clitty' locked away. Eventually I was put on the honor system and the device was removed.. for now. 

If I get off without permission or am caught trying to, I get 10 strokes on the soles of my feet with a wicked little cane. My 'sissy clitty' or clit, as I must now refer that part of my body to, is for this occasion, tucked and pushed in with the rest of my anatomy down there. I was never really considered 'well endowed' so it's pretty easy to 'tuck' and is completely unnoticeable even when wearing stretchy skin-tight panties. I was told that it will get smaller as the hormones run their course. Oh, well...

I wear on my wrists, at ALL times, thick black leather bondage bracelets. They are a couple layers of strong, reinforced leather, with nothing soft underneath where they are pressed against my skin. They were specially tailored to my size as my wrists are very dainty. They are fastened by two sturdy stainless steel buckles and have matching stainless steel loops on top, bottom, and sides of each bracelet. My wrists are bound securely behind my back by a padlock thats threaded through a steel loop on each bracelet. Secured around my neck very SNUG is a thick and VERY strong leather collar. It has loops in the same fashion as the bracelets, only mere buckles do not lock and secure it around my neck. Its straps were replaced with a steel locking mechanism that's compact, yet sturdy, and requires a key to unlock.

'The collar ALWAYS stays on...' echoes through my mind instinctively when I think about the collar. It's on so tight! It took TIME to learn how to adjust to it.

I sit on my knees, which are SPREAD far apart and planted firmly in the thick and oddly SOFT carpeting that covers the walls and ceiling as well. It's extremely dark in here. Not just because of the windowless interior but also due to the black leather strap with black-velvet insides, wrapped and secured around my head covering my eyes. To make my situation more uncomfortable, a thick red rubber ball is firmly situated in my mouth and secured firmly by leather straps attached to the sides of the ball and meeting at the back of my head. The ball feels like it's going into my throat, and the straps dig uncomfortably into my skin. It strains my jaw painfully and the burning from the strain never eases. 

To keep me still, and my posture optimal in the eyes of my captors, a length of black nylon rope is secured to a steel anchor in the floor behind me. The rope is pulled taught goes up to a steel loop in the wall behind me but high up, at just before where wall becomes ceiling. The rope is threaded through that loop high up behind me, and back down to and threaded through a steel loop on each of my bracelets. This lifts my arms upward as they are bound together at the wrists behind my back, forcing me to bend my upper body forward and causing terrible strain. A strain I can NEVER get used to.

Thick tendrils of clear saliva stretch and hang gracefully from the edges of the red rubber ball-gag and around my bottom lip and sides of my mouth. They extend and break at different lengths. My saliva has been oozing slowly from my mouth and to the floor like this for some time.

I am sitting like this, not in some hole in ground somewhere, but rather inside the back of a van. I was told nothing other than being instructed to sit, bend, and 'shut the fuck up'. I've never been here before. Panic races through my mind, and a cold icy black pit rests within my stomach. It's hot where I sit... But it feels like my blood has turned into icy rivers inside my body. I could MAYBE try to move or shift my knees.. -but I was told...

"... stay put! Don't you fucking move a muscle." the somewhat deep, angry and authoritative voice barked at me. " I don't need to remind you what will happen if you disobey." each word traveled fast into my mind, instinctively making my back arch more firmly, as if trying to stay even more still. 

Even after those last words I can feel the breath of the man bellowing against the soft skin of my cheeks. It reeked of alcohol and disgusted me as much as it terrified me. The man barking at me, from what I've heard him called, is 'Brennerdt' or simply, 'Bren'. A thick man of average height with brown, unkempt , and messy hair. He had thick jowls almost like pig, and his eyes sat deep in his face giving him little dark circles around them. His eyes are a faded brown like his hair. The man is just.. Thick! His pot-belly and the hair on his arms and body make him look almost like a gorilla. A stinking, drinking, alcoholic, short-fused gorilla. He is VERY mean, short, and impatient with me. When he gets really hammered... He's sadistic.

I feel the vehicle turn and go from a smooth to gravel road that's uneven and bumpy even worse. A loud thump on the other side of the wall next to me, coming from the direction of the driver snaps me out of my thoughts. A rectangular view-port covered by a metal slat, slides open and a more calm, yet equally authoritative voice sounds from within "Wake up, bitch. We're almost there..." The view port swiftly slams shut. The other man is a colorful character named Hockstetter, 'the guys' call him 'Hock' for short.

Hock is more collected and calculative than his colleague. He is also sober most of the time which makes him more predictable. This doesn't mean he's more lenient. He's just as impatient, cruel, and mean as Brennerdt. He is just more stable. Hock is a tall man who is built more muscular than Bren but with a little fat thrown in. His features a little more sculpted, his head is shaved, presumably because he's losing his hair, and his knuckles on his powerful hands, are dinged and worn with scars. The man used his fists to settle many disputes no doubt. The thing that really scared me most was his eyes. Hock's eyes were like dark, angry slits that sat above pronounced cheekbones. Whenever he looks at me, it's as if his are drilling holes through my head. He terrifies me!

The vehicle comes to a stop and my 'minders' exit the cab together. They come around both sides of the van, and I can mildly make out the sound of crickets, lots of crickets, and the soft shallow crunch of gravel beneath the feet of the two men. I take a deep breath, hoping the bumpy road or all the turns made during the journey didn't inadvertently shift me a little. These two are surprisingly observant... Especially with me. If I had to guess, they aren't happy with who and what I am and that they have been tasked by The Master to cart me around and babysit me.

Even though I think they hate me... They are very grabby with me, especially when I was given boobs. They love to make up reasons to punish me so they can justify their excessive use of force with me. Man-handling, groping, sometimes smacking, and other times just tying me up in a stressful position and leaving me in the dark for however long I'm never sure. This on top of the usual whipping, caning, and being tied up in very uncomfortable and painful positions and being degraded and humiliated, to boot. They spit on me, and sometimes purposely make a mess while I'm cleaning up or cooking just to punish me. It happens constantly. They've NEVER been particularly nice to me and call me nearly every degrading and foul thing they can think of. 

They aren't allowed to fuck me, however. The Master was very specific about that. Everyone feared The Master and-!

-I hear the locks being worked on the doors and suddenly the doors swing open. The cool nights air and symphony of chirping crickets would signal it's night time. The two men stand at each open door looking in. I can FEEL their piercing gaze at me.

"What do you think, Bren?" Hock says before taking a drag off his cigarette then flicking it off into the distance.

"You know what I think? - I don't give a fuck if she didn't move. I'm gonna say she did. I'm gonna PUNISH her." He says with a sadistic ring to his voice, then snorts obnoxiously and spits on the ground beside him.

"Well, let's get this shit over with so we can chop it up with the boys and maybe grab a couple beers before we have to go back." Bren said, running his fingers back through his greasy hair, before turning to face me inside the van.

I begin trembling a little then more and more as the two men climb into the van and start fiddling with my restraints. When they are done my wrists are free of the anchoring rope in the van but they are bound together behind my back still. A black leather leash, thick and long, is latched onto my collar. Bren coils the leash around one hand, close to where it latches to my collar. He holds the rest of the length in a large loop with his free hand as he pulls me forward. Hock uses one hand to clamp my already tightly bound wrists in a vice-like grip and grips my shoulder with the other. 

"Bend! ...More! Bend over more! -fuck!" Hock barks at me from behind. Each word he barks from behind me is accompanied by a jostling with either of his hands clamped onto me as they were. 

I can barely keep my balance as my whole body is so stiff, my legs are pins and needles, and the heels just make it worse. If I fall, they'll do something to me. If I take too long, they might just be mean. I take my chances and try to go easy. Eventually I feel Bren's hands clamp my slender waist and lift me out and set me down on the gravel surface. Already I can tell, walking on this will be lovely! Just lovely!

They begin to move me after Hock shuts the doors of the van. Bren leads me by a taught and steady pull of the leash. Hock lights another cigarette and then catches up, clamping his arm around my upper arm.

"She fuckin drooled the whole way, man. There's a puddle in that carpet." Hock says while blowing a thick white puff of smoke.

"Yeah. We should ding her stupid ass for that too. Fuck I need another fuckin drink!" He says with a spiteful and irritated tone.

I hear the distinct sounds of some massive party nearby. It's getting louder as we approach. The laughing, loud music, and obnoxiously loud conversations speckled with obscenities and other inaudible shouting sends cold chills down my spine. More so when I realize the braying of laughter, shouting, and drunken banter are all men. I hear not one female in the whole cacophony of drunken chaos coming from up ahead. I start to shiver and squirm while twisting and pulling at my restraints. This only encourages Bren to hustle me to the stairs leading to the entrance and start picking at me again.

"C'mon, shit-wit. Don't be shy! They will all LOVE you." He taunts, while his words dribble with sarcasm.

There's some guys out front, who upon noticing me, start whistling and howling. They move to open the door for us and get a closer look at me. I can SMELL the booze on them as they open the doors, and hold them open. One even takes the opportunity to slap my ass making me jump slightly. Bren and Hock have a small chuckle at my reaction.

"Damn, Bren! What's the occasion? She's hot!" One of the men says while he eyes my body.

Hock gets in between us and in his authoritative tone he tells the man, "No way, buddy! Hands off the merch! Now, kick rocks! " He says while hooking his thumb over his shoulder.

"Man, if I had to pull that duty I'd be fucking that bitch six ways to Sunday." One of the two men says and is met with an "mmm-hmm!" by the other. 

When we enter I'm overwhelmed by the pal of cigarette and cigar smoke hanging in a dense grey cloud over the large room with vaulted ceilings. I'm greeted with cat calls and degrading remarks as my minders push through what seemed like a veritable sea of people in the main room. The place, I would later see, is like one of those sort of all-in-one town hall/cafeteria/rec. area for loggers in the woods. It conjures images of caricatures of lumberjacks in flannel shirts, and thick beards stuffing themselves with pancakes before hoisting axes and hacking down tree's the size of skyscrapers.

As we make our way through the crowd I'm treated to random gropes on my body and smacks on my ass. I'm trying to squirm and writhe away from the sea of hands probing me but its completely futile. For once, I'm actually glad my minders are here. If they let me go or just weren't here at all I could be torn to shreds.

"Awww, Bren I think she LIKES you!" Hock says while giving me a shove forward making me stumble against the stinking gorilla holding my leash.

"Quit screwin around!" Bren shouts as he pushes me back then jerks forward on my leash.

We leave the main hall and come to a single door. Hock raps on the door with the bottom of his fist. Someone eventually responds and opens the door a crack. Hock leans in, exchanges words with the shadowy figure on the other side and the door swings open. I'm escorted in and the door slams shut and locks behind us with a series of metallic clinks and clanks.

Hock stops me, grabs me by my hair and through gritted teeth he says into my ear, "DON'T fuck this up. You do what they WANT. If I hear any complaints, you will suffer!" His words send chills down my spine. I nod nervously as he steps back a bit.

"GET on your knees, dumb-shit! Don't move until instructed otherwise!" Hock barks in his usual charming tone. 

I nod nervously and begin to move my legs apart and sink to my knees as directed. My back is straight, shoulders back, and chest perked out. I do this instinctively due to all the conditioning and training I've been put through over time. My drooling from the gag begins to drip on my dress and between my boobs a little. Ugh.

Hock and Bren begin to 'talk business' with one of the guys in the room.The man they are talking to is simply called Jackson. I'm overwhelmed by the feeling of being not just watched but assaulted by the eyes of others somewhere in the room and I bow my head slightly and wait patiently. 

I start feeling anticipation... Not bad anticipation, but a part of me is actually becoming a little excited. The attention I've gotten thus far is like nothing I've felt before. It was scary at first but for some reason I felt enticed. Is this natural? Or the result of my often brutal, heavy-handed, and strict training regimens? I guess time will tell very soon.

As I sit on my knees, drooling from the gag, I hear Hock and Bren wrap up their little conversation and begin to take their leave. As Bren leaves the room, Hock walks around behind me, unfastens my blindfold, and removes it. 

I'm blinded by the light in the room and instinctively squint and look away at first until my eyes adjust. It's actually not that bright in here, after all. When I open my eyes and my view comes to focus, Hock is leaving the room and pulls the door shut behind him. No 'Goodbye!' or 'Have fun!'... Thus is my life.

The man he was talking to walks past me, locks the door, and comes around to the front of me. He takes a hold of my leash where it latches to my collar and starts pulling upward, telling me to stand. As I stand I notice there are indeed other men in here. Six in total with regards to the man who has taken charge of me tonight.




Kristy - A Sissy Slave



I get a brief look at my 'client'. Jackson is a tall man, built very similarly to Hock, but with more sculpted muscle, and deep lines that crack his face. I assumed he was in his mid 40's. He has a very well kept buzz-cut and has a few bullet scars on his arms, shoulders, and elsewhere. His hair is brown and his eyes dark brown and very piercing and scary. He has a short, groomed beard/mustache and wears a wife-beater shirt and cammo pants with combat boots.

Jackson has a tattoo on his arm which I expected to be for marines or army but it's something else. It's a Skull with AK assault rifles crossed underneath it. A black mask cover the mouth of the skull and the text above and below it is in.. Cyrillic? I think? 

I overheard Bren and Hock talking about the 'good old days' on some far-flung war-torn corner of the planet. Apparently they, and MOST if not ALL, of The Master's men are mercenaries who have seen every manner of nastiness from Angola and the former Yugoslavia to the middle-east, Latin America, and south-east Asia. If they weren't from that background they were either crooked ex-cops or crooked prison guards and any other manner of vileness.

The other men sit at a large, round, and very sturdy looking wooden table. They are playing cards, drinking, smoking, and talking shit to each other. These men all ranged in age from 30 to 50, I suppose. They all show signs of having gone through some savagely brutal event or events in their lives.

These are the kind of guys who fit right in in that part of life and enjoy bouts of random shocking violence and chaos. These men present themselves the same way Jackson does... The same way Hock and Bren do. One of them is kinda obese. He has a police badge clipped to the front right side of his belt. He has a short thick mustache and a very careless look in his eyes that says he's heard it all and it's the norm to him. The others vary only slightly from Hock and Jackson. 

One man in particular has had his eyes on me since I was pulled to my feet by Jackson. Possibly longer. He has a shaved head, looks around his mid-thirties, and light blue eyes which have been locked on me the whole time. I start to stare back. He's built, clean-cut, and doesn't gush with pent up sadistic rage like every one else here.

My little clit swells a little and I start getting a little wet as visions of my naked body, glistened with sweat. He sits cross-legged on the floor with me on his lap facing him as my legs are wrapped around his waist with my arms around his neck, my head thrown back and my back arched while rocking my hips as his powerful hands hold my sides and help lift me up and down in very fluid and smooth motions as our bodies work together. It's the first time in my life I've had some truly passionate fantasy of being made love to by a man!

His eyes don't project disgust or hostility like the most of these guys do when they look upon me. His name, I would soon find out, is Garland, or Garr. I hear a small voice in the back of my mind: 'God, I hope he gets a turn tonight! He can HAVE me!' I blinked and shook it out of my mind.

Jackson brings me over to the table and the men put down their cards and their drinks and stand up, walking around to me, while Jackson steps back to admire the view from behind me.

"Well, well, JACKOFFSON! This is quite the piece of ass here!" One man exclaimed whilst walking around me, his eyes probing every inch of my body. "How we gonna do this??? We got a battin' order or we gonna tear her up all at once?" He cackles in a very manic and sinister way.

This man radiates the most violently psychotic vibe out of everyone here. He's built but thin and the lines run deep in his face. His eyes are big, YELLOW, and bug-like and his hair has been clipped to a very short, even , and velvety stubble. His name is Leonard. And he's a real creepy, wiggler, of a human being. 

The big fat guy with the badge on his belt gets up, and begins making his way over after everyone else had already done so. He has a very apathetic and lazy look in his eyes and the way he walks suggests he 'busts his ass a hoppin for NO one' in this room, or really anywhere else. He's a cop. A captain at that and I would soon see that this lackadaisical and careless exterior sits above something most vile and perverse. He's done things. LOTS of things. 

I get a cold chill as he approaches, walks around and with blinding speed his thick meaty hand slaps my ass with a sting I've not felt with a bare hand before. He does it again and then clamps and squeezes. I squeal through my gag and writhe against my restraints, lifting my leg instinctively in some futile attempt at absorbing or blocking the next hit. His name is Clark. And Officer Clark has a long history stretching back almost 30 years on the force.

"This reminds me of a time back when I was a young man on my first beat by myself. I followed this little she-boy one night to where 'she' lived. I never had me a she-boy before. I cased her place, stalked her, and finally when she was walking home from work one night I stopped her. Fed her some bullshit story about a series of thefts perpetrated by someone of her description. I 'detained her for questioning', and drove her down to the station. She was a real trooper in the end! Everyone got to stick her at least once! GOOD TIMES!" He finishes his story with a bray of maniacal laughter that could make anyone's blood run cold. The others have a chuckle as well. I was beginning to shiver and tremble.

I must have been radiating with fear ebbing into terror because, as if sensing my fear, Clark starts feeling me up more rough -more aggressively as he gets more turned on. He then grabs my face by my jaw and starts digging his tongue in my ear making my wince and groan softly in disgust. He grins wickedly at my reaction and resumes his painfully rough and aggressive groping and feeling up of my body, digging his thick fingers into my ass cheeks through my mini dress. He slides a hand up the front of my mini dress and starts rubbing and feeling at my sissy clit. 

The others have begun to move in and feel along my sides, and stomach and squeezing hard at my breasts and feeling along my thighs through my stockings, I flinch and whimper through my gag at the occasional pull, and release of a garter straps snapping against the soft flesh of my thighs.

While the others fondle me and whisper their filthy descriptions of what they're gonna do to me in my ears as they grab and squeeze more roughly at my body, the next in the group moves directly in front of me. 

I just stand there and let them do what they want. It's how I was 'trained' ... Conditioned. My eyes however are desperate and pleading. This man in front of my stares directly into my eyes. I stare back at first, a distant stare as if watching this helplessly unfold from afar. A crooked grin etches its way across his face. He looks scary and the more he stares, the more panicked I get. I want to look away but can't. This man is disturbed!

He's got that twinkle in his eye that vibe of a reckless and insatiable troublemaker. His features are young and he has an almost child-like innocence but upon closer inspection, he's about as twisted as they get. He's thinner than the others but still has noticeable muscle. His teeth in front are slightly crooked. His face is a little scruffy, and his hair is like a brown-haired version of Dennis the Menace. I could easily picture him in striped shirt, overalls, converse shoes with a sling-shot tucked in his back pocket. His name is Roland.

Roland grabs my face and starts trying to french me. My eyes open wide and search the room for... help? intervention? guidance? I don't know. I was just literally in shock. His tongue probes and digs and tries forcing it's way into my and flicks wildly at my lips. He even begins to suck and bite on my bottom lip. He moves a hand down and hikes it up my skirt and starts rubbing my sissy clitty. 

On the one hand, I'm really freaked out by this and taken by surprise to say the least. On the other, His motions are surprisingly deft and experienced. He starts making me wet and I moan through my gag and against his lips. He actually slurps up my drool before backing off and unbuckling his pants. He has a very bright but silly looking grin on his face as he pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock. He holds his palm under my chin to catch some of my drool then proceeds to masturbate using my drool as lube. I stare in complete shock. I also notice he doesn't talk. At all.

The last to introduce himself is a man named Stu. Just Stu. He's actually pretty burly. A naturally big man. Not fat big. Just BIG big. He has a heavy almost protruding brow like a neanderthal. His hands are absolutely gigantic complete with thick stubby fingers. His eyes are small and dark and seemingly clueless if he's not angry or turned on. I'm surprised this oaf even knows how to play cards. Maybe they let him just hold the cards so he can pretend hes playing. My God, was I wrong about this guy...

His neck is thick like the support pillar in a cement parking garage. His arms are thicker than canned hams and his waist is almost cartoonishly narrow. His legs aren't terribly huge either. He almost reminds me of the dad in that Incredible's animated movie. He just LOOKS dumber than a sack of door-knobs. He's also very well endowed. VERY well endowed.

Stu is totally fixated on my fake sissy tits. He has been staring at them and finally just decides to GO for it. He grabs and squeezes them both very hungrily. He decides to reach around , pushing aside the hands and grinding bodies of others to grab and painfully squeeze my ass. The resulting high pitched and muffled squeal makes him release then squeeze HARDER, making me squeal louder.

"Damn, STU! You're gonna pop those! Save from for us, man!" Leonard says, while the others cautiously murmur in agreement.

"MMmmm. Can't help it. Feels soooo good. But, OKAY!" Stu says mockingly as if he were as dumb as a sack of doorknobs. I am TOTALLY weirded out by this guy!

He releases his iron grip and looks down at me as he steps back a bit. He is massive. He towers above me and is only slightly taller than the rest. He lightly raps my cheek with his open palm playfully and says:

"I can wait. If I go first... I'll stretch her out and there won't be none left for everyone else. The best will be last, bitch." He finishes saying and without warning spits in my face. I flinch and blush feeling grossed out and humiliated.

The others just laugh, as Stu returns to his seat, puts his hands behind his head, his feet up on the table and tilts his seat back patiently watching and waiting. Perhaps he sensed my dismissal of his intelligence. He looked like a total lout to me!

Roland, slinks around to the front of me and gathers drool from the near steady flow from my mouth. He grabs and jerks my collar downward signalling that I should get on my knees. The others help me oblige and either step back or help guide me down.

"uh oh! this is it! Damn, Rolly!" Clark says cheerfully with a hefty grin.

Roland pulled his cock from his pants and an begins stroking himself off using the hand he gathered my drool with. He holds my head in place with one hand while furiously beating himself off with the other. I watch in horror. The speed and intensity of his stroking makes loud wet squishy noises accompanied by the 'fap' of his wrist/heel of his hand slapping against his own body. 

His breathing becomes more heavier and deeper and he leans his head back and starts breathing louder and suddenly, while letting out a series of sharp , quivering gasps, and frantic draws of air into his lungs his cock explodes with a powerful gout of some of the thickest and stickiest cum I've ever seen. I mean it was THICK! And sticky like tree-sap! It had a consistency that was almost like a mix between runny tapioca pudding and toothpaste.

Roland's orgasmic blast sent a thick twisting rope of hot, sticky jizz straight into my face. The first rope of his seed stretches from the ball gag in my mouth and stretched to my left cheek bone. It practically attached itself to my skin with the bonding power of cement! It was followed in rapid succession 3 or four more globs of the salty viscous fluid spurted at my face in long off-white ropes. 

Most of it was aimed for my mouth, however, one rope of cum caught my brow and stretch into my hair. I found myself constantly replaying the image of the 8 inch dong right as it erupted in my face.

Eventually he uses my hair to 'towel' off the residual dribble from his softening cock, and sits down at the table facing me. I can feel his cum now starting to roll down my skin from my jawline and chin. Dripping onto my tits and my thighs, soaking into my bra and stockings. Some manages to travel between my boobs and run down my body before being partially absorbed by the inside of my dress.

I blush and moan feeling his gunk dripping off me. I feel humiliated but I feel a slight tingling of enjoyment at the same time. I'm bombarded by a very powerful thought. A voice, soft and femme shouts aloud: 'GAWD, just FUCK me or at LEAST let me SUCK just one co-!' 

My thoughts are cut off by being lifted rather hastily to my feet, marched over to the card table, and pushed forward into it.

It was only one or two steps at the most but the table caught me right about the hips and my upper body went down and slammed onto the top of the table, knocking me breathless for an instant. I try to stand back up I'm forced back down and pinned.

Held by the back of my neck and pressed FIRM into the table. The side of my face pressed hard into the surface of the table as well. I shiver with fearful anticipation as my feet are roughly and most hurriedly kicked apart. I moan and whimper as my dress is hiked and pushed up to my waist, exposing my skimpy satin seamless thong, garter belt, and the straps which slightly dig into the soft flesh of my ass and leading to my stocking tops. 

Those guys who are still 'in' and were standing around me earlier are now huddling around me again and take their places. Two hold my feet apart, one gets behind me, the other to the side helping keep pressure on me. If only they knew... I'm losing control. I'm beginning to WANT this. 

I'm beginning to feel the pangs and cravings of cocks and cum. ALL of my training is now flashing through my mind like an old video tape on fast forward. All the things they drilled into my brain while inflicting pain, forcing dildo's and plugs in my sissy kunt and the like. It's starting to come full swing. I struggle to keep these thoughts at bay! I NEVER would consider myself gay or even bi-sexual! This is CRAZY! What have they done to me???

Jackson positions himself behind me. One of his powerful hands has a solid grip on my hip while the other feels around my ass. He hooks a finger under a single strap of my garter, pulls back and lets go of the strap which snaps back into my skin with a faint *snap!*.

He starts rubbing my inner thighs and then moves to caressing my sissy clit. I blush and moan softly through my gag, and my hips gyrate slightly. He removes his hand...

"It's wet down there little darl-! Well I'll be dipped in shit! She's WET! Like, REALLY wet!" He exclaims in surprise and utter amazement.

The two holding my legs both try at once to feel around and notice it as well. The guys start getting really excited at this point and start talking about who will do what, when , and so on.

"God DAMN! She IS wet!" Exclaimed Leonard. Who starts rubbing his thumb and fingers together.

"I'll be god damned..." Clark said, in mild amazement - which is a big deal for someone as slow and casual about everything as he is.

Jackson waists no time unfastening his belt and shoving down his pants and boxers, freeing his massively thick, pre-cum dribbling cock. He hooks one finger under my thong and pulls it aside just enough to uncover my tight pink entrance. He snorts and spits a thick foamy mucousy wad of saliva and mucus into his hand which rapidly strokes and lathers his cock. He rubs the rest, rather hurriedly, against my kunt. I feel his hand gripping more solidly on my hip and I whimper in anticipation and shudder in fear as he uses his free hand to start guiding his cock against my kunt. I try to relax and push back the waves of panic and begin to squeal and groan through my gag. 

Though I am gagged, my muffled squeals and groans echo through out the room. The others watch in almost total silence as Jackson's invading member spears into me from behind, slowly, inch by inch stretching my opening to its limits. 

After what seemed like an eternity, he was all the way in. To me, it felt like yards of cock have filled my kunt, but it was more like 7 or eight inches. The 'lube' he used didn't stem some of the pain, but he was surprisingly patient and gentle. I feel the throbbing and pulsating of his dick inside me and my stretched orifice. 

I Breathe deeply and try not to move save for the instinctive urge to squirm and wiggle around to at least TRY and be comfortable, even though I'm firmly held in place. Jackson moans and slowly, with both his hands on my hips, begins to draw back from inside me then back in. The long, slow movements cause me to moan and attempt to writhe around even more.

Roland comes by and a bottle of warming lube is set on the table near my face. I can smell it - Cinnamon.

"I think he's trying to TELL you something, mister!" Clark says very matter-of-factually to Jackson.

Jackson takes the bottle, pulls back out so just the head is breaching my kunt and drizzles some onto his cock and uses a hand to stroke and rub it in before resuming is long deep and slow thrusts into and out of me. His pace picks up and before I know it his hips begin to slap against my ass. His grip firms on my hips as his power and speed increase. The sensation from the lube is intense for me! I feel it getting hotter, sometimes involuntarily making me squeeze Jacksons dick with my sissy kunt. He grunts and moans through gritted teeth and fucks me harder and faster. The power of his thrusts shaking me, and the table, making the others holding me down have to grip and squeeze my limbs harder. I feel a hot burning and tingling sensation between my legs and deep inside me as this big powerful man viciously fucks me from behind. My moans increase in pitch and echo across the room, breaking the monotonous thumping and slapping of his hips against my ass.

Jackson begins to growl and groan more deeply, He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back. I squeeze my eyes shut and groan through my gag as a long tendril of drool stretches from the small puddle on the table to my mouth. It stretches and falls back to the shaking table. Finally, with the table and my body violently shaking, Jacksons thrusts become more irregular and frantic as he tries jamming his cock as deep into me as possible. He pulls harder at my hair and grabs my shoulder with his other hand, my body being stretched and strained from him and the others holding me, as I nearly scream into my gag. He howls loudly into the air as I feel the tremendous volcanic explosion and subsequent flood of his seed exploding deep within my helpless and trembling body. My eyes open wide and felt as big as saucers as his cock continues bursting and spurting his thick and sticky cum which completely fills my insides and immediately begins seeping out of my ass and around his cock. I feel like I'm going to pass out. My upper body heaves in and out in long deep exhausted breaths as I close my eyes and give in to the light-headedness.

His cum runs down my inner thighs and into my stockings while the rest soaks into my thong or drips down to the floor in long, hanging strands as he pulls his cock out of my kunt forcing me to let out a shuddering, muffled, and defeated moan through my gag. He let's go of my hair and shoulder and I'm pulled back down on the table by the others. He spreads my ass cheeks, nestling his cock between them and wipes the mix of cum and lube down my ass crack. When finally satisfied he smacks my ass, hooks a finger under my thong and pushes it back into place as if to keep some of his goo inside me. I start sobbing in shock and defeat as he walks away pulling his pants up.




Kristy - A Sissy Slave



"She's ALL yours, boys! Have at it!" He sits down and puts his feet up on a nearby empty chair, lighting a cigarette.

I'm nearly frozen with panic but begin to try and move around. At first shakily and slowly, then more and more frantically as it began to sink in. A loud voice snapped me out of the haze: 'WAKE UP! Get OUT of there! You're gonna be-!' I feel my gag released.

My hair is pulled lifting my head up and the gag is pulled from my mouth and then pushed down and hangs around my neck like a necklace. I'm surrounded, being pulled every which way, and can see myself drowning in a storm of arguing, brute, angry men fighting over 'who goes next'.

I'm suddenly feeling a torrent of panic. My mind racing: 'I have to get away! I have to escape! I am not some fucking whore for them to abuse! This isn't right!' My mind echoed with these thoughts and more. I struggle and pull against my bonds and captors. I twist and writhe and try bucking and pulling myself off the table. I feel my head grabbed by my hair and yanked back sharply. I moan in pain through gritted teeth and before I could open my eyes feel a sharp, cold, and powerful *SMACK!* across my face followed by what felt like the back of the offending hand smacking the other side of my face.

My vision is blurry and I feel someones hand grabbing my face and their fingers digging into my jaw through my cheeks, forcing my mouth open slightly. I can barely make out someone talking to me and half-realize him spitting into my slightly opened mouth. When he let's go my head drops and my body goes limp.

I am blind-folded again. Hustled and shoved and dragged from where I was standing. I stumble along in a daze. I attempt to struggle and manage to stomp on someones foot with my heel. He let go of my arm and let out a howl which was followed by the others laughing at him. I'm held still and though I can't see, I can tell the now enraged man was coming back and it had to be Leonard who's foot I stomped. 

I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut from behind the blindfold and brace myself. With one hand, Leonard grabs me by my collar and his other hand, balled into a fist, comes flying into my stomach. My knees buckle, my breath completely knocked out of me and the men holding me begin shoving me to the floor on my knees as I gasp and struggle to catch my breath.

I feel myself pulled forward by my hair and am told quite simply: "Open your mouth. Accept what is given. If I feel teeth we WILL knock them all out and make you accept, Understood?" Though, I can't see who it is, I believe it's Officer Clark. Panting heavily, I nod shakily in response. This is met with a harsh slap across my face. Stunned, I nod shakily again and through my weakened breath, I cough and choke and reply: "Y-yes, sir...!" 

With that, I barely have time to open my mouth all the way as a thick, smelly, and veiny cock is shoved in my mouth. SHOVED and shoved DEEP. I am barely able to catch my breath and feel the massive purple head of this monster cock trying to lodge itself in my throat. I gag and choke and involuntary struggle! My bonded wrists are pressed into my lower back as my knees are shoved apart. I have not the strength to resist and only manage a few choked and muffled whimpers in protest. 

My mini dress is hiked up to my midsection, my thong pulled aside, and lube is drizzled between my ass cheeks and roughly rubbed against my abused, cum dribbling kunt.

My head is suddenly lifted, completely removing the offending cock from my mouth which hangs open as I gasp for air. A thick strand of foamy drool connects from my mouth to Clark's thick, smelly cock. I nearly scream in shock as Leonard began to jam and force his cock up my ass. I could barely struggle or even writhe in resistance.

Leonard was much less gentle and calculative than Jackson and proceeded to violently shove and bury his cock into my sissy kunt like he hasn't fucked anyone in years! My head is pulled down by the hair and my mouth filled with cock again. 

I don't know how to feel about it. The psychological aspect, that is. I am blindfolded but see myself from above, me on my knees being fucked from behind. My face being fucked by a large, stone-faced man sitting on a couch in front of me. The others either watching and jacking off or feeling up my tits or even shouting at me. Telling me I'm a worthless sack of sissy faggot shit. Telling me I deserve everything and more. Telling me what they're going to do to me. So much shouting and berating that I simply can't register everything they're saying and doing. 

The men no longer have faces to me. They're just... They're goons. They're monsters in mans flesh.

I begin to snap back into whats happening when Leonard, violently fucking me from behind, starts to become more frantic and dramatic with his thrusts. He moans and cackles maniacally into the air as he buries himself deep in my defenseless, quivering, and tender body. His cock blasting and coating my insides with his thick sticky jizz that seems hotter and stickier than the previous. He pulls out and squirts the last couple spurts on my back and into the bunched up material of my mini dress. No sooner does he leave that another replaces him, grabs my ass, guides himself to my cum-dribbling kunt and RAMS it home - the effect suddenly causes my head to snap back as I scream into the air! A foamy drool/pre-cum/mucousy slime stretches from my mouth to Clark's cock and before I could even breathe in my head is SHOVED back down and Clark's cock jammed into my throat! 

I can tell by the constant and near frantic groping of my body from my ass up to my tits, It's Stu who's taking HIS turn to violate me. In fact, he's taking a real shine to my tits while fucking me!

I whimper and moan against Clark's dick as it begins to swell and almost vibrate against my tongue. I suck and pull the insides of my cheeks against the sides of his cock as I work my head back and forth. Suddenly, Clark grabs both sides of my skull in a vice-like grip and moans very loud and deeply as he PULLS my head down and drives his cock into my throat and explodes with a long series of powerful bursts of hot, gloppy, jizz. Given the position of Clark's member, it spurts each powerful burst DIRECTLY down my throat and after a short while, his grip weakens, and slowly releases and eases his cock from my throat and just keeps it in my mouth. I swallow all his gravy without any resistance. I was surprised I didn't choke or gag while he injected his seed into my belly from my throat. I moan softly on his slowly deflating cock. I want to resist but know that if I do things will get WORSE. I submit to their wicked pleasures.

My body shakes and spasms as I'm again being violently fucked from behind and then it suddenly stops... My head is YANKED sharply back by my hair and the slobbery sticky mess of spit and a little cum stretches in long bubbly slimy tendrils from Clark's cock to my mouth. 

Stu begins to grab and pull my tits HARDER as he grunts and groans deep and animal-like into the air. His thick muscular body coated in a thin sheet of sweat. Stu grabs both my shoulders and leans back slightly as he pulls me by my shoulders back against him. His cock IMPALES me forcing me to scream as it begins it's frantic and violent eruption of his seed DEEP inside me. His massive cock gushes with long sticky ropes of his batter that fill and coat my insides just as the previous loads did. As he pulls his cum-dribbling tool from my kunt I feel the squishy mess of my cum soaked into the front of my panties. I BLUSH deeply and HOPE no one notices!

"Good girl." Is all I hear from Clark and he gets up and moves out of the way for the next man to sit in his place. His pants quickly shoved down and gently pulls my face to his lap where I'm told to lick then suck.

I know who this is - It's Garr! My heart goes a flutter and I start licking and kissing and smearing my moistened lips all over the hardening shaft and underside of this thickening, pulsating rod. I moan softly and use my tongue starting from the underside at the base of his cock and drag it upward, using as much of my tongue to cover the soft sensitive underside of his rock-hard and pulsating cock. I feel Garr's hands and fingers going through my hair on both sides of my head and lightly cradling my head as he moans softly from my motions. I open my mouth, extend my tongue slightly, and move down to take him into my mouth. My tongue greets the head of his cock with small swirling and gentle circular motions as my lips wrap around his member and I just let his cock sit in my mouth, bathing it in my saliva and the deft, swift, and gentle motions of my tongue. The smooth little metal stud on my tongue really accentuates this! I moan deeply and feel myself enjoying this. Enjoying him.

I work my head back and forth, up and down on Garr's cock. I drool heavily and when I swallow it I move the tip of his cock slightly into my throat and try to let him feel it. He moans and squirms in approval. I bob and work my head on his pre-cum dribbling cock until finally I feel his hands grip my head and pull me back. He stops as the head of his cock rests slightly on my bottom lip and I open my mouth nice and wide to welcome his seed. He moans deep and loudly while his cock begins gushing his thick sticky jizz into my mouth. Burst after burst, long, sticky, gooey strands fly into my mouth. My tongue bathes under the deluge of the hot, thick, somewhat salty fluid. I roll my tongue around it and moan softly. I begin to swallow it but try to savor every last drop. I lick my lips and smear them softly around the underside and head of his cock making sure to get all of it. 

The rest of the room was almost silent. The others watching weren't making a sound. When Garr got up and walked away and another took his place. The moment, now gone, replaced with the vicious cycle of fucking and sucking. Stu was replaced by Roland then Roland by Clark- I lost count how many times someone came to fuck me or make me suck them off.

I could tell the differences between some of the men but mostly it was all just hard, fast, and sometimes angry fucking of my kunt. Those who took turns fucking my mouth were equally as cruel and took pleasure seeing me gag and choke. I was dragged from the floor, bent over the back of the couch, fucked by one, maybe two, then thrown to the floor or dragged to the table. During some of these fast and violent episodes, I had reached orgasm, and soaked my own thong panties. I came at least twice more and was left humiliated, confused, and exhausted. I couldn't help myself! I hated myself for it but those feelings were quickly thrown behind me. I had to concentrate on everything else forced into me with what little strength I had left. I almost believe they let in some of the guys who were partying in the next room. It was all a blur after 4th or 5th had taken me. 

Jackson got his last turn on me when I was bent over the table. By this time, my blindfold was removed, my wrists unbound, and my will to resist all but gone. The others were pretty much tuckered out. I couldn't tell what was happening anymore. When he let go of my hips and pulled out. He slid my thong back in place, slapped my ass and he then grabbed my hair and pulled my limp body off the table and let me fall to the floor. I was a mess! My stockings had soaked up a lot of cum my black satin thong panties were drenched. Wherever my skin was exposed - It was streaked with cum. My ass was criss-crossed with sticky streaks of cum as well as my face and some even in my hair.

I curl up on the floor, my body heaving in and out from my exhausted and labored breathing. I can FEEL the gunk leaking from my kunt and soaking through my thong. My ass was also decorated with red hand prints and the occasional red marks from a belt or other object used to whip my ass. I squirm and wiggle around slowly as I try to pull my bunched up, cum streaked mini dress back over my ass. I was aware I looked like a trash and it added to the humiliation I just went through. I started to sob and weep as I curled up into a ball while the others returned to their drinking, smoking, and cards. Everything slowly went black.

I woke up and was laying on the floor. I was sore, tired, and still in a slight daze. Bren was approaching me and when he stood in front of me his size and shadow made me feel like I was an inch tall. I was overwhelmed by his stink! He smelt like a brewery with strong over tones of BO. I looked up at him pleadingly. He stared down at me as if through me. He began to speak

"Nap times over, stupid! Get the FUCK UP and wash off!" His bark shook me and I felt the cold pit in my stomach came with the icey cold chills of fear that slowly rained down my spine. His thick, rough , greasy hands balling into fists. His eyes and nose were red. He was clearly drunk and in no mood for any bullshit.

I got up and shakily stood in front of Bren with my head bowed down and my hands at my sides. I half expected him to start beating me and shouting at me. Instead, he lifted my chin with his finger and began inspecting me. I didn't dare look into his eyes. He shook his head and took a step back.

"God, you're a fucking MESS!" His words shook me and made me begin to tremble before him. He pointed to a room to his left. "For Christ sakes! Get cleaned up so we can fucking GO!" I winced as I felt his smelly hot breath hit the skin of my face. He shoved a small purse into my hands as I nodded and quickly scampered into the room as ordered.

It was a large sort of bathroom almost like a locker room that had separate areas for toilets and a large room with multiple showers. The dull metal heads were wide like sunflowers and protruded from the ceilings. There were several drains on the floor and the white tile was floor to ceiling.

There were sinks withe mirrors above them between the shower room and the toilet room. I set down my purse on the edge of one of the sinks and opened it. Inside was a washcloth, a travel bottle of baby oil for make-up removal, travel soap, and tons of makeup. 

I began to wet the washcloth with hot water and started cleaning the streaked makeup, cum, and other filth from me face and then on my arms, and anywhere else I could reach. The inner thighs of my stockings are cold and damp from all the cum that either leaked from my kunt or was sprayed on my ass. I was tempted to shower but wasn't instructed to.

I could STILL feel cum slowly but surely soaking through my thong and beginning to go down my inner thighs. The feeling reminded me of the humiliating experience I had gone through. It was blur. It was a long agonizing humiliating blur. I re-apply my make-up and fix my hair... Well, as best as I could given the circumstances! I check and adjust my garters, and then my dress, my 'boobs' and clean up the sink and makeup laying around. I put my purse strap over my shoulder and walk out with a strange tinge of confidence. My heels clip-clop loudly and echo off the tiled floor. I ignore the pain in my backside, the squishyness in my thong panties, and make my way to the door.

As I approach, the door opens , and there stands Bren his usually boozy angry scowl replaced with a smile. Standing behind him is Hock, who appears to be counting a rather large sum of money. 

Bren steps in the room, points to the wall behind me, and barks at me "HOLD it right there. STOP. Turn around. Assume the position at that wall. NOW!" His words struck the usual terror in me down to the pit of my stomach. I stopped, turned around, and walked to the tiled wall of the 'sink room' I had just washed in. I put my hands on the wall, far apart, and above my head. I bent forward to do so while spreading my legs apart. I arch my back and stick my ass out.

Bren walks up and places his hands on my hips and begins sliding them firmly and slowly up my sides. His hands move down to my hips then back up and around the front of my body. I writhe a little against his touch. I can feel the warmth of his body as he moves closer. His belly presses into my back and I can feel his hardening dick through his clothes and my mini dress. He gropes and squeezes my boobs and feels around my stomach and between my legs. He kneels down behind me groping at my thigh and feeling down to my foot then works his way back up and starts down the other leg. He stands and grabs my ass and hikes up my tight stretchy black mini dress he traces his fingers along my garter straps and snaps them against my ass one at a time. He gropes at my crotch and rubs at my sissy clit.

"My, my, my, my... You DID enjoy yourself, did you? This wasn't supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be work. That's gonna cost you." His words soft yet dark and give me the chills. He remains close while feeling me up some more. The stink of his warm fetid breath makes me want to gag!

When satisfied, Bren takes my wrists, pinning them behind my back, and cuffs them together TIGHTLY. I wince and just deal with it. Bren pulls my ball gag up from around my neck and I take the red rubber ball into my mouth. He fastens it tightly about the back of my head. He starts to pull me by the arm and I clumsily stumble along with him. My heels clicking on the cold white tile floor.

I only assume he's leading me out but instead I'm led into the dark and creepy shower room. The shower at the end has a small waist-high wall partitioning it from the shower next to it. I'm suddenly pushed forward and the wall catches me, bending me over and forcing a muffled whimper of surprise and protest at what I think is about to happen. 

Before I can even try to stand back up, Bren is behind me, pushing his hips against my ass, and the rest of his weight to hold me down. He squeezes my bound wrists and pushes them into my lower back while his free hand hurriedly shove and pushes the hem of mini dress up and then kicks my feet apart. He yanks aside my thong almost ripping it off of me in the process. He reaches down, shoving his middle finger into my kunt before removing it. It's removal is followed by a mixture of cum and lube left from earlier. He pushes down his pants quickly and clumsily freeing his pulsating member.

"This is how it works. I'm not supposed to do this, but because you got fucked like it's nobodies business, I CAN fuck you and as long as you keep your stupid bitch mouth SHUT - No one will be the wiser. GOT IT?" He says while reaching up, gripping my hair and yanking my head back SHARPLY.

"Mwwss Swww!" I practically screaming through my gag and making the best attempt to nod my head.

He keeps my head pulled back as if he's going to pull off my entire scalp. His other hand goes from my wrists to his cock and before I had any time to register this he starts aggressively shoving and driving his cock into my ass forcing whimpering, muffled screams through my gag. I immediately start to cry as he just rams into me and begins to violently rape my sissy kunt. My moans and whimpers go ignored as he uses all his weight and strength to SLAM his hips against my ass, driving his cock insanely hard , deep, and fast into and out of me. I cant struggle. I can't move. I can't do ANYTHING but take it. The more I moan and cry out through my gag the HARDER and FASTER he goes. His thick wet tongue twists into and out of my ear. 

He begins to groan and growl deeply. I can feel it as well as hear it. He hates me and he's FUCKING me like he hates me. He enjoys seeing me broken and violated and I can do NOTHING to escape. 

I begin to lose it when he's fucking me so hard I feel like he's either going to shatter my pelvis or drive his cock so deep it pops the ball out of my mouth. His thrusting is relentless and incredibly fast. He starts to groan and moan deep, guttural, vile moans against my neck and ear as his pounding of my kunt becomes even faster and more erratic. He shudders and his hips begin to spasm and jerk violently forward and suddenly he cums deep in my guts. Filling my insides and coating every delicate surface with his thick and scalding hot load. Burst after burst of this thick ropey seed floods my insides and very messily drips and flows from my ass as he pulls out. The long sticky wads of his white-hot jizz stretch and hang from my violated orifice and drip to the floor. Some rolling down my inner thighs and though it soaks into my stockings, it continues to roll down to my feet! 




Kristy - A Sissy Slave



Bren releases my hair and nearly collapses on me crushing my small frame underneath his while im bent over the little white tile covered partition. I can barely breath when suddenly he stands, pulls my head back by the hair thus pulling me with him, his free hand comes around clasps over my gagged mouth and starts rubbing and smearing a palm-full of his thick, smelly, glue-like batter into my face and mouth. I can't do anything apart from squirm, whimper and try to turn my head away but it's no use. He dries his hand off in my hair, reaches down to fix my thong and pull down my dress. He pull me to the side and shoves the front of my body into the wall where the soap dish for that stall is located. He quickly pulls his pants up, adjusts, and grabs me by the arm and without saying a word hustles me out of the shower room.

We get through the rest of the weird lodge-like place. It seems quieter and less lively, as if the party was just about over. I can still hear crickets outside. The cold night air was refreshing after being forced to breathe the low hanging cloud of cigarette , cigar smoke, and the invisible cloud of cheap liquor breath. 

I Hear the doors of the van open. Hock must've been waiting out there for us.

"What the fuck were you doing in there, man??" Hock barks toward Bren

"Cleaning her stupid ass up so we can fucking leave. What do you think?!" Bren hisses in response as I'm practically thrown in the back of the van.

"Yeah? She doesn't LOOK clean! She looks like SHIT to me!"

Bren hops in and doesn't bother replying. Nor does he bother with sitting me on my knees before tying me up. I lay on my side, hands cuffed behind my back and those are being tied to one of the anchors in the floor nearest the wall.

"Oh like THAT, Bren? Fuck! I'm not cleaning her up when we get back! I'm fuckin done with tonight! I just wanna go home and get shitfaced!" Hock storms around to the front of the van and climbs in and starts the engine.

Bren kneels down over me "This is how it goes, bitch... I get my slice after your little play dates..." He starts caressing my hair. I nod in response "...We both know what The Master said. I don't need any trouble because you can't keep your dumb fucking mouth shut. So be a good girl, take it like a good little whore, or ELSE."

Bren stands, he draws one foot back and swings it forward into my stomach. It wasn't as bad as the one I received earlier but it HURT and made me cough and gasp against my gag like crazy. I try to curl up into a tighter small ball at his feet. My coughing and gagging give way to whimpering and sobbing.

"I'm glad we have an understanding." Bren steps out and shuts both doors, locking them. He moves around into the van. I can sort of hear a heated exchange between him and Hock. 

As the van begins to move on I'm flooded with memories of the nights recent events. I start to cry and begin to fall asleep. It's a long drive back and I need the rest. When we get home It's going to start again.

To be continued!



Kristy and Katherine



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WARNING: This story has graphic sexual content. Do not read any further if you are under 18 years old. 

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My older sister Kristi is home from college. 

Last fall when she left for school, I immediately took over her old room, and Dad tuned my bedroom into his office. I was so happy to move into her bigger room (and bigger bed), but now that Kristi is home, her and I are sharing that bedroom. It's been great, sort of like we are little kids again, and it's been fun.

I guess we are a lot alike. I mean, we even look like each other. We are both sort of tiny and blond. My sister is a year older and sometimes it sure seems like I'm the grown-up one, it's ME who usually needs to give HER advice. But at the same time, she has a few more, well, curves than I do. I feel so skinny and awkward next to Kristi.

We've had a chance to talk again, in person and not just on the phone. We are so much alike, and it really helps to have her home. We talk about how weird and strict our parents can be, and how lonely we feel sometimes. 

Even though Kristi is my older sister, there is something sort of vulnerable about her, and she seems to depend on me for emotional reassurance. I love her, and I enjoy helping her. It's just funny, she is tall and strong, but she turns to me - a lot. 

Talking to her is so wonderful. Especially since we both have so many of the same life problems. I mean, we're both so nervous around boys that neither of us has ever been brave enough to really have a boyfriend. 

Well, I guess she has a close friend, and they are sort of dating. His name is Tim, and he still lives in town. He's a year younger than she is. He's my age, we both just turned 18 and we are in high school together.

Kristi was so excited to be home again and to spend time with Tim. I know she really cares about him, and I'm jealous of the attention she gets from him.

Anyway, I was coming home late from the library. It was a quiet night in our neighborhood, and I enjoy the calm of the dimly lit streets. From down the block I could see that Tim's car was in our driveway. That kind of surprised me, both Mom and Dad are away for the week so it seemed pretty bold that Kristi would have him over when she knows how our parents would disapprove. I know that Kristi really likes Tim, so I could only guess what might be going on at the house.

I walked up to the house. When I got to the front door I stood there for a little while, wondering if I should knock or something. I eventually just opened the door and, all of a sudden, Tim steps out, and I could tell something had happened.

He completely surprised me and I kind of stammered, "Tim - Are you okay?"

He looked right at me, but he didn't say anything.

I asked, "What's wrong? Is everything all right?"

He looked away and ran to his car. I watched from the front porch as he backed down the driveway and quickly drove away.

I was sorta f scared and I went in the house, and there right near the front door was my sister Kristi, watching me as I came inside.

Something was obviously wrong, she looked so anxious. Her hair was a mess, and I think she may have even been crying. She had on a big oversized hooded sweatshirt, and her red nylon volleyball shorts. She was barefoot and fidgety.

I asked, "Kristi, what happened?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Are you okay?"

"I think so - it was - I mean - Tim just - Tim just..."

"Kristi?"

"I'm sort of - I don't know - I'm sort of freaked out."

"Please - Tell me!"

"Oh god, I think I need to lay down."

"Don't worry, I'm right here."

"I feel funny..."

"Kristi, I'm worried. C'mon, let's go upstairs to my room."

"Oh my God, Katherine - I'm sort of freaked out."

Then I just sort of took her by the hand and lead her to the stairs. I gotta say, right then, I was totally confused. Finally, I got her upstairs to my room. I had to find out what happened!

As soon as we got in the room, she closed the door behind us.

"Oh my god, Katherine..." She began nervously, "We were right here, on your bed - just now - together."

I looked at the bed, and the comforter was all messed up, and right there in the middle was my sister's bra.

"You and Tim?"

"Yes, I hadn't seen him in SO long, since last fall, and we ended up, right here, on your bed."

"Tell me what happened."

She didn't lay down like she said she would, instead she just stood there by the door.

"Well, we were kissing."

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Kristi, and she started to nervously walk around the room

I said, "Go on..."

"Oh my God, Katherine - it almost happened, I was SO close..." 

"What?"

"Oh my God, I was so close, I was SO close, I almost had an orgasm!"

It took me just a second to realize how intense this was for my sister. 

I gasped, "What? Tell me what happened!"

Right then - a million things raced through my mind. Kristi had never had an orgasm, not yet at least. We had talked about it - a LOT over the phone since she was at school. For some reason, she was afraid to try to do it herself, I mean, to get up enough nerve to try and masturbate. And she was so awkward around boys, it just hadn't happened. I can do it myself, and I've told her all about it over the phone. I have been encouraging her to try. It's been such a powerful release for me, and I think she would LOVE it, and I've told her so. It's been funny, but at the same time it feels really nice, that even as her little sister, I can give her that kind of encouragement, even over a long distance phone call.

The whole orgasm thing has been super frustrating for Kristi. She is putting a lot of pressure on herself, and it's making her so impatient and nervous. I guess because she can be so nervous about things, she just can't let herself try and masturbate. I've been as supportive as I can be - but I just don't know what to do.

Anyway - Right then, I understood EXACTLY why my sister was so agitated.

I asked again, "Kristi, tell me what happened!"

She looked at me and said, "I was SO close, I could tell it was just about to happen."

"Please, I wanna know everything, start at the beginning."

"Okay, Tim was here, and it didn't take long and, well, we were both on your bed. Oh Katherine, I'm sorry, I hope that's okay."

"Don't worry, I'm not upset. Remember, this is OUR bed while you're home again."

"Well, we were kissing, and it was really nice. And then well..." She trailed off to silence.

I said, "Kristi, something must have happened, I mean, your bra is right here on the bed, you're not wearing it."

"I let him take my shirt off, and I helped him take my bra off. Oh my God, it was so exciting."

"It sounds like it!"

Right then Kristi didn't say anything, she just walked back and forth looking nervous.

I said, "Oh c'mon, don't you dare hold anything back from me. We are sisters and we've ALWAYS shared everything. Now - PLEASE - tell me what happened."

With that, she just began to unload, and she spoke excitedly.

"Katherine, he kissed my breasts, and he sucked my nipples, I had NEVER felt anything like that before - EVER. It was so - I don't know, it just made me - I don't know - it got me SO turned-on, it made me sort of crazy."

I wanted to visualize it, I asked, "Tell me - How were you sitting, or laying here, together?"

"When he took off my shirt, he was on top of me, I was laying on my back and he was sort of sitting right on top of me."

"And when he took off your bra?"

"I rolled over, onto my tummy, and he sat next to me on his knees, and he undid the clap on the strap in the middle of my back. He took it off my shoulders, and he was kissing my neck and my ears, and when he rolled me over again, onto my back, he just started sucking my nipples. And - Oh my GOD, it felt SO amazing!"

It was right then that I realized how prominent my sisters breasts were under her hooded sweatshirt, and even in the pale light of the bedside lamp, I could easily see her nipples, and without a bra her breasts jiggled as she walked around the room.

"Keep going..."

"Okay, it got SO intense for me, like I couldn't stop, I felt like I just let go, I rolled him over onto his back and then I got on top of him."

"Keep going..."

"I wanted to sit like that, on top of him, with my legs on each side of him. And my breasts, they hung down, and he was so excited, he was sucking my nipples like that, with my breasts hanging down over his mouth."

For some reason, this image, of my sister leaning over, with her lovely round breasts hovering over Tim just seemed to shock me. I mean, Kristi has really beautiful breasts, and it just seems SO intense.

I begged, "Keep going..."

"Okay. And then, the way I was sitting on top of him, I could feel him getting hard, his penis - I could FEEL it happening, right between my legs." 

I think that I kind of gasped.

She went on, "And then - well we started humping"

"Kristi!"

"It's true! I couldn't help it, I started to kind of pushing against him with my - well, right between my legs."

"What?"

"It was so intense, I was lying on top of him, grinding myself into his hard penis. I could feel him getting pushing back, right against me, right between my legs.

I interrupted, "What were you wearing?"

"Right then, all I had on were these volleyball shorts, and the fabric is so thin, it felt so good!"

I asked, "What do you mean, did you have panties on underneath?"

"No, this is funny because I almost ALWAYS have panties on, but for some reason, tonight, when I got changed, when I knew Tim was gunna come over, I didn't put them on, so all I was wearing were these shorts."

"What was Tim wearing?"

"Uhhm - well..."

"Tell me, what was he wearing?"

"Well, His shirt was off - and - I guess - I made him pull his pants down, they were pushed down to his ankles, so he sort of wasn't wearing anything."

"Kristi, really?"

"Yes."

"So you saw his - his hard penis?"

"Oh my god - YES - it was so much bigger and - well so much more beautiful than I would have ever imagined. And I was rubbing it really hard with my - with my crotch."

Right then, she was pacing around the room with a ton of frantic nervous energy.

I begged, "Keep going!'

"Well, everything was building, and I kept rubbing faster, I watched Tim, and he was getting excited too, I mean- REALLY excited - and I could feel it was going to happen, I just KNEW it would happen, any second."

"You mean cumming?"

"Yes, I was on fire, and I felt like I was about to explode."

"Go on..."

She continued, "And then - Right then - Timmy began to gasp and whimper, like a baby."

"Oh my god!

"Then he kind of tensed up - and then he CAME!"

"Really? Did you see it happen?"

"YES! I watched it, it was amazing, he squirted this thick milky stuff, all over his belly, it happened as I pushed against him. It was right between my legs, I watched it, Oh my God, it was incredible!"

And she was suddenly silent, and she looked worried.

"Are you all right?" I asked. 

She said, "I'm okay. I think I just got all scared, I feel funny, like I might cry or something." 

"What happened next?"

"After Tim came like he did - Right then, he acted really embarrassed and scared, I didn't understand it, but he just got up and pulled his pant's back on and ran out of the room."

"Oh no, that's so awful."

"I felt really bad for him, I thought if I could just tell him how nice it was - how beautiful it all was, I could calm him down."

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure, he was at the front door, and the next thing I knew, you were in the house and he was gone."

I said, "Oh Kristi, when I saw him, he looked really upset."

"It was so hard for me, I mean, feeling THAT exited was so incredible, and watching him cum like he did - Oh god, it was so - INTENSE - But then..."

"Oh Kristi, it's okay."

"But then, to feel so - I don't know - I felt so close to finally cumming."

I didn't know what to say. I just watched as Kristi nervously paced around the room. She was so agitated that it made me feel really sad.

Finally, she said, "I couldn't believe what was happening, and I really mean it - I really thought I was going to come. I was so close!"

I asked, "How close, could you tell?"

"YES - Really close! I almost had an orgasm while I was on top of him!" 

"I didn't think it could happen like that, I mean with your shorts still on."

"It surprised me, the sensations were just SO strong."

"And I know how much you've wanted this - to finally FEEL a real orgasm."

She exclaimed, "It was so intense. My hips wouldn't stop moving. It scared me 'cause I was humping him so hard. One more second and I KNOW it would have happened, even with my shorts on."

I was beginning to understand her problem. My sister Kristi was so close to an orgasm, her first orgasm, and it made her kind of crazy and she had no idea how to handle it.

I told her, "Kristi, you need to relax."

"I don't know if I can."

"You need to try. Come here and lay down on my bed." I said, "We'll watch some boring movie on TV. Maybe that will calm you down. If that doesn't work, there's always a cold shower. I mean, that's what guys do, don't they?"

"Oh God, You don't understand, I need much more than a cold shower."

"Lay down, you need to try to relax."

"But Katherine. I was so close to coming! I was right there - right on the verge of bursting!" She repeated again.

Right then, Kristi took her oversized sweatshirt, and lifted it just enough so I could see her nylon volleyball shorts. At that moment, I could see how excited she must have been. The crotch of her red shorts was soaked! It looked like she had peed. She looked down at herself.

With an embarrassing look, she said, "Oh God, I need some dry panties. I don't really understand it, but during all that humping with Timmy, I just got incredibly wet."

I thought to myself, I get pretty wet when I'm masturbating. But I've never gotten that wet! I wanted to say that, to tell her that. But, I didn't want to embarrass her by saying something stupid. 

So I said, "Don't worry, just come here and lay down on the bed, you need to try and relax."

Then Kristi said, "We should play Grown-Up-Time, like we used to."

As she said that, I had this wonderful memory. As little kids we would lay on the bed together, and we would call it grown-up-time. We had a whole routine, where we would share the same pillow and calmly talk about growing up.

I said, "We haven't done that for years, since we were maybe 12 or something."

She looked at me with this funny expression, almost like she was relieved.

She said, "I know, but we should do it again. I remember it was calming, and I need that soothing feeling - right now."

"But we used to - we used to do it with our shirts off, remember? We used to compare our breasts."

Kristi giggled, "I remember, you wanted to have grown-up breasts like me."

I thought to myself how jealous I used to get, Kristi was a year older than me and she got breasts first. It was so funny, I was so anxious to catch up to her. Actually, I never did, she has big beautiful breasts, and I have tiny ones, even now.

She asked me, "Is it okay? I think it would really help me if we played Grown-Up-Time."

"Oh God, it might be too much for me."

Then she said, "Pleeeease?"

I didn't say anything, I just lay on the bed, put my head on my pillow and looked over at my sister.

She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. I saw in my mirror that she was looking at herself. I was somehow focused on her nipples, the way they stuck out so clearly under her sweatshirt.

It was like she was studying herself. There is something so pretty and so vulnerable about my sister. She saw me looking at her in the mirror and said, "I'm sorry but I feel like I'm going to explode." 

My heart went out to her. I have never seen anyone, let alone my sister, so emotional about something so intense. The way she described watching Timmy come was really powerful, and it all happened, literally, just a few minutes ago. I could only guess at how restless she felt.

Kristi looked at herself in the mirror, and she lifted her big sweatshirt enough so she could look at herself, at the wet stain on her red nylon shorts. From where I was on the bed, I could easily see her pubic hair through the thin fabric of her shorts.  

She looked like she couldn't make-up her mind as to what she wanted to do next. Finally, she turned around, walked toward me and sat next to me on the bed. 

She said, "Katherine, there was something so special about the way we used to play Grown-Up-Time. It was so perfect."

"But, I'm - I worry I'll be embarrassed."

"Why?"

"Because, well, my - I mean, if we take our shirts off, together like we used to - I mean - my breasts are still so tiny..."

My sister suddenly looked so concerned for me, "Oh Katherine, don't feel that way - I think you're so pretty."

"But, it might be too..."

She interupted, "No, don't feel that way - I've always LOVED your breasts, they are perfect."

Hearing her say that made me feel less worried.

She said, "I miss those days, Grown-Up-Time was SO special. It was so perfect."

I replied, "You're right. It was nice wasn't it."

"Yes. I really loved it.

Then I whispered, "Oh Kristi, I loved it too."

"It's a memory that's so calming, and I really NEED that, I really do."

She was sitting upright on the edge of the bed, and she looked - I don't know - a little scared.

I told her, "Please, lay down, it's okay, I wanna help."

She looked at me, and there was something so haunted in her expression, that it made my heart ache.

She whispered, as if to convince herself, "It was calming, and I really NEED to feel that again."

"I understand, really - I do."

Then, in one quick motion, she took off her big sweatshirt. 

Suddenly, I could see her bare breasts, and they were beautiful. I immediately saw that her nipples were incredibly erect. They seemed amazingly lovely. 

Then she let herself lay down next to me on the bed, with her head on the same big pillow as me.

Kristy was laying on her back. She was still breathing hard, like she'd just ran up a flight of stairs. I was laying beside her, SO close. I wanted to talk but I wasn't sure what to say. I guess that was because Kristy was so tense.

I remember how easy and normal it was for us to lay together on the bed, as little girls. Playing 'Grown-Up-Time' always meant that each of us was wearing only panties.

Right then - thinking about us as little kids -wonderful old feelings welled up inside me.

Kristi needed my help, and I knew what I had to do. I put my hands on my pants, undid my zipper, pushed my jeans down and let them fall to the floor. Then, I sat up and took off my shirt and bra. Within only a few second, all I was wearing was my baby blue panties, just exactly like I would all those years ago.

She looked at me and said, "Thank you..."

We looked at each other, and she seemed so desperate, almost pleading with her big blue eyes. 

As I was sitting there, looking at my sister as she lay next to me. Then I looked down at the wet spot on her shorts. She knew I was looking.

She said, "No, I did NOT pee all over myself."

I said, "I know you didn't."

"Is it TOO wet?"

"No, I mean, It's just - I mean - I've told you on the phone, that getting wet is part of the whole thing, that it'll happen before you climax, but..."

"But what?"

"But - I don't know if I've ever gotten THAT wet before."

"I couldn't help it."

"I know." 

Sitting so close, next to Kristi, I could smell the deep warm scent from the wet area between her legs. The delicate smell, so close, caused my head to spin. 

And then I lay down, and put my head back on our shared pillow.




Kristy and Katherine



When we were kids, we would share a pillow and compare ourselves. We were both doing it again, looking down at each other's bodies in the pale light of the bedside lamp. 

It felt calming, just like Kristi wanted. But it also felt funny. Maybe because I still looked so much like I had back then. I mean, I'm SO flat and laying on my back like I was, my breasts are just so tiny that they almost don't exist. But my nipples are different, it's obvious they've change with the years. Now they are a lot more prominent than they used to be as a little girl.

And when I looked over at Kristi, she was breathing in this haunted way, like she was going to panic or something. And the deep breathing made her chest rise and fall, it made her breasts seem even more beautiful than I could imagine.

We lay in silence for a long time, looking at each other.

Then, Kristi whispered, "I'm sorry, I know I keep saying it, but I was so close to cumming, I could FEEL it was going to happen, it was SO close..."

I looked over at my sister's breasts, just like I used to, and I was amazed at how impossibly HARD her nipple seemed. 

Then, I looked down at my own small breast as

She whispered, "Please - Don't ever feel embarrassed about your breasts, they are so beautiful, just exactly like they always were."

It was a warm feeling, knowing my sister was looking at me, at my little breasts.

I said, "Thank you..."

And I literally watched my nipples becoming erect. And I KNOW Kristi was watching me and saw it happen too. 

I don't understand why, but right then, I REALLY wanted to touch myself, to play with my own nipples, but I fought to resist the urge. 

My sister whispered, "When it was happening, just before Timmy got so excited, before I watched him cum, I thought about you, and how kind you were on the phone with me, when you explained - those times - well - when you told me how you made yourself cum."

I couldn't say anything.

Again, I could smell her wetness. She smelled exactly like I do, after I've been masturbating. When I inhaled her scent, I felt something stirring deep inside me.

Then Kristi started to cry. 

I whispered, "Please, don't cry..."

She wiped her tears away and stammered, "Why was Timmy so scared? I loved watching him cum like he did. I thought it was something beautiful."

I felt so sorry for her. I gently gathered her in my arms and let her head rest on my shoulder. That made her cry even harder.

I whispered in her ear, "Kristi - Please - Don't feel bad. Listening to you - it sounded so wonderful." 

As I said this, worried I would cry too, my own emotions were so powerful, it felt like I was overflowing with love.

Suddenly, Kristi wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. With a kind of jolt, I realized that her nipples were touching me. I could feel her soft breast against me. Her nipples were hard against my smaller breast. I knew she could feel it too.

I lay on my back and closed my eyes. I was starting to sweat. We both were. I was becoming aroused and that really worried me. It seemed that some of Kristi's overwhelming sexual energy was beginning to flow through me.

Kristi laid her head on my shoulder. Her hard nipples were still pushing against my tiny breast. She was half was on top of me. I felt her thigh lying across my thigh. I was really scared because I was getting so turned-on by her closeness. I was afraid that the crotch of my panties was becoming wet, so I kept my legs squeezed tight together.

"Katherine," she said in a pleading voice, "I really need help. I can't stand being like this."

As she said this, her mouth was against my ear. Her hot breath caused erotic current to run through me. I felt myself getting wetter. Right then, ALL I wanted to do was masturbate, just like I told Kristi when we talked on the phone. My clitoris started screaming to be touched. I could actually feel the lips of my vagina swell with arousal as her hot breath touch my ear.

Feeling like this, so eager to touch myself, was so new to me - but I had to fight these thoughts with Kristi SO close.

"I just need you to hold me." She was saying, "I just need you to be my best friend tonight - please Katherine - please."

I open my eyes and said, "We've always been best friends."

Kristi whispered in to my ear. "I just need you to hold me in your arms. Just hold me - please."

I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around my beautiful sister. Kristi was begging me. I've never heard her beg for anything. But she was begging me now. I felt my heart overflow with love for her. There was no way that I was going to turn my back on her tonight.

She wanted - no, she desperately NEEDED relief from the sexual pressures that were threatening to drive her insane. The least I could do was to hold her and try to comfort her.

"Kristi," I began slowly, "Don't worry about anything, it's all going to be okay."

Kristi wrapped her arms around me even tighter. As she did this, she moved further on top of me. Her body was hot and sweaty. Then - Oh God -I felt her wet shorts on my thigh. The thin nylon fabric was warm and sopping as it pressed against my leg. And I knew that Kristi knew that I felt her wetness.

Right then, I think I sort of shivered from the heightened sensations.

My sister let out a nervous whimper, and she began to slowly grind herself against me. Not fast or hard, just slowly. Her mouth was against my ear. Her hot breath was causing me to become even more sexually aroused. I had an overwhelming urge to hump back, but I was somehow trying to remain calm.

The feeling of my sister, gently rubbing her moist groin against my smooth leg was so hypnotic, it felt like I was melting.

I began to move my hands gently up and down her back, just my fingertips along her smooth skin. When I did that, she moved completely on top of me. My legs parted and I felt her thigh resting against my panties. I wondered if she could feel how wet I'd become. Again, I felt an erotic current run through me.

Using her arms, she lifted herself up just far enough so that she could look into my eyes. I felt her hard nipples brush against mine as her large naked breast swayed in front of me.

"I feel so - I don't know - so strange. I was so close before." She said as she looked into my eyes.

"I know - I understand." As I said this, I reached up and ran my fingers through her soft blonde hair. Then I pulled her down for a long hug. The warmth of her skin was electric, and I felt so amazingly alive.

Now the gentle movement of her hips was becoming more noticeable. She was grinding her clitoris against my pelvis bone. I could feel her wetness soaking through her shorts onto my smooth hip. I had know idea that ANYONE got this wet when they were aroused!

My own groin was pressed against her muscular thigh. The urge to move my hips became unbearable. I arched my hips up. The deep, erotic wave of pleasure I felt caused me to moan softly. I knew she heard me. And I knew that she could feel my hips moving under her.

Kristi's mouth was still against my ear. As I struggled to control myself, I felt her tongue touch my ear. She slowly traced the outline of my ear with her tongue. From the top of my ear, she ran her hot tongue around to my ear lob. Then she gently started trace the inside of my ear.

Then she sucked my ear into her mouth. A wave of sexual pleasure overwhelmed me. I moaned again as she continued sucking my ear. I knew that my hips were rocking back and forth against her thigh. I couldn't stop myself from humping back.

Her tongue left my ear and began to delicately travel down my neck. She was beginning to give me little kisses as her mouth reached the top of my shoulders. I turned my head and she started kissing her way up the other side of my neck. When she reached my other ear, she began tracing it with her tongue.

All the little kisses on my neck allowed her breasts, as they hung down, to gently tickle my little breasts and tummy. I could feel her hard nipples caress along my skin.

I have never in my life felt anything so wonderful. She was driving me insane with her soft gentle kisses on my neck and ears. My legs were open even wider. I could feel the bed sheets under me getting wet.

Kristi's hips were grinding against me even harder and fast. She was masturbating herself against me, against my hard hipbone. The sensations were so wonderful.

I parted her legs by slipping my thigh between her open legs. Then I lifted my leg so that her vagina rested snug against my pelvis bone. If she needed to masturbate herself against me, then I was going to make it easy for her.

She grunted, "Oh God..."

I gentle held Kristi's head in my hands and lifted her hair away, so I could look at her. Her hips never stopped grinding against me.

I looked into her deep blue eyes as I whispered, "Kristi, is this okay, what we are doing?"

"Yes! It feels SO good." 

Then I watched as her eyes filled with tears. She looked desperate.

She said, " I don't know if I understand this. It's just - I'm going crazy. I feel like I'm going to burst any second. I need you to help me, this is just too intense!"

I used my thumbs to gently wipe away her tears. Then I whispered, "I want you to do whatever you need to do - and I'll do whatever you need me to do. Anything."

With that said, I surrendered myself to her.

Kristi looked into my eyes for a long minute. 

Then she said, "I need to do this." 

Then she lowered her mouth to mine. I allowed her kiss me. I opened my mouth and accepted her.

Her kiss was the softest, most passionate kiss that I have ever experienced. Her soft tongue parted my lips. Then, she very softly let her tongue dance with my mine.

She moaned in my mouth as she realized that I wasn't scared or protesting. Her hips rolled faster as our kiss became even more passionate. Then - She was riding me hard. My old wooden poster bed squeaked in protest. Kristi started pounding her wet shorts against me.

I knew she was closed to coming. She just needed a little help to get over the peak. So I started pushing her up. She lifted herself up with her arms and looked down at me. 

Her breasts were swinging with the strong rhythm of her pumping hips. It was so beautiful.

Before she could say anything, I sat up enough to lick her swinging breasts. I could see that her beautiful nipples were almost purple from excitement. It felt like it was rock hard as I pulled it into my mouth.

Sweat was dripping off Kristi's face. She was breathing really heavy.

I sucked her nipple into my mouth and rubbed my tongue against it. Then I sucked in her other nipple. As I did this, she began moaning and groaning with pleasure.

I felt like Kristi was close to an orgasm, her first ever. And this made me feel so excited for her. Then she suddenly rolled off of me.

What happened?

I sat up and looked at Kristi and saw that she was franticly taking off her wet shorts. Then she quickly yanked my panties off too. I didn't even think about stopping her. Now we were both completely naked.

Then she laid herself down on top of me again. I immediately felt her wet pubic hair on my thigh. She started masturbating herself against my hipbone, exactly as she had just a moment before.

Kristi was actually grunting. Sweat poured off of her. 

And then Kristi got going faster, and the motion pushed hard into me. I watched her breasts bounce with each thrust of her hips. It felt lovely and delicious.

I was just amazed at how beautiful Kristi looked. My sister, her jiggling breasts, her hard nipples, the motions and the smell - all of it was unimaginably perfect.

Then, she leaned in and kissed my nipples and licked my flat chest.

"Ohhh, Kristi - that feels so good."

She was still humping with her hips, and I propped my head higher on the pillow, to watch her sucking my hard nipples.

Kristi was licking and sucking with this wonderful abandonment. It was like she was lost, and almost in a trance - she was sucking on my nipples so intensely, like it was a deep truth within her - and she was finally living it.

My nipples were erect and slippery, and it was so wonderful, the sensations made me feel so happy.

I just gently played with Kristi's silky blond hair as she sucked...

And I stammered, "Kristi, this - this - this - feels so good." I was surprised that my voice sounded so - I don't know, so much like and excited little girl.

Then Kristi sat up and looked at me, she had this amazing expression - it was like I was seeing her for the very first time.

She just stared at me, and she let me look at her - her bare breasts were so exquisite and perfect. It was like seeing something magical.

And then she began to rub herself even harder against my leg. It was smooth and steady. And her breasts jiggled with each thrust of her hips.

Kristi said, "I don't understand what's happening..."

I replied, "It's beautiful - It's so beautiful..."

"I'm gunna cum, I know it."

"Don't stop - It's beautiful..."

Kristi sat up, and looked at me. Her breasts were so close, it as like she was showing them to me, and her nipples were pointy and hard. The pale orange glow of the little bed side lamp made her look like a radiant spirit, a being beyond the natural limitations. It was like she was on fire.

And then she sat up, onto her knees, and hovered above me. And I could see her, and her beautiful body. Her legs spread wide, and I could see the plump pink lips of her vagina, and it was really wet and everything almost glistened in the pale light. She was doing this, this pose up on her knees for me - so I could see her - all of her.

Kristi was breathing deep, and her naked body seemed to pulsate with a rhythm of each inhalation. She looked so absolutely beautiful and perfect. I was overwhelmed with a joyous emotion.

Kristi said, "I feel so good right now - I feel wonderful."

I was so flooded with emotion, from my sister and her behavior, all I could say was, "Kristi, I love you."

She whispered, "I love you too."

With that, Kristi crawled up and kissed me, firm and wet on my lips.

Then Kristi broke off the kiss and moved up so she could kiss my nose, my forehead and then the top of my head, and she moved a little more. All the while rubbing her slippery groin against my torso.

Then she kissed the top of my head.

Kristi was inching her way up along my belly with her crotch.

At first I wasn't sure what she wanted, but I could tell she was trying to do something. 

"Kristi?"

I carefully watched as moved she herself, slowly, inching forward on her knees, until she was squatting directly above my small breasts. To sit the way she was, Kristi had to lean over me, and in doing so she was hovering above me. Her perfect breasts hung down near my face.

Kristi had her legs wide, and her hips were moving with a luscious rhythm. She was showing me her wet swollen vagina. Her plump lips were smooth and pink, like a little girl's - and it was all wet and glistening in the pale glow of the bedside light.

She whispered, "I want to - I need to cum - SO bad..."

I just lay there, with wide eyes, staring up at Kristi. I was awash in an all-consuming feeling of joy. My sister looked so angelic and perfect, I was frozen with anticipation.

Kristi whispered, "I love your tiny breasts."

I couldn't speak, I was on fire with joy.

Kristi went on, "Katherine - look at your nipples, they are, Oh God, so much harder than mine."

She was right, my nipples were unbelievably hard, and they were poking straight up as I lay on my back. 

I answered, "I don't know what's happening - they have never looked like this..."

Kristi stammered, "They're beautiful - they're so beautiful."

And as she said it, her hips seemed to quiver.

I looked down at my own small breasts. I was astounded at how pointy my nipples looked, I had never ever seen them so stiff and hard. I arched my back and gently touched one nipple to her wet vaginal lips.

Immediately she shuddered and whispered, "Oh God - Katherine..."

"Please Kristi," was all I said.

She pushed her wet crotch against my breast, and I pushed back. Kristi carefully repositioned her knees, and her hands on the floor of the tent so she could firmly press herself into my hard pointy nipple.

And then she started moving herself faster.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, Kristi was naked, and on top of me with her full breasts swinging above my face, and she was rubbing her wet vagina against my hard nipple. My hands were suddenly holding her muscular little bottom, her vagina looked so beautiful, and wet. 

I was looking up - at my wet hard nipple, and her swollen open lips.

It was amazing. Looking at her, I could see my own breast getting soaked and slippery.

Kristi started pumping faster.

Kristi asked, "Is it inside?"

"What?"

"Your nipple, is it inside me?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes, oh God - YES!"

I positioned myself as best I could, and pushed the nipple against her wet lips.

Kristi asked again - in a panicked voice, "Is it inside?"

And I arched my back, and pushed up, and the slippery wet lips of my sister's vagina were cradling my firm nipple. 

"Yes - it's as deep as I can get it."

Kristi thrust herself even faster, and said, "Oh God, it feels good."

The sensations were electric.

She was starting to pant, and my face seemed just a few inches from her sopping pink vagina lips.

"Kristi, you are getting so wet," and it was true, my breast was getting unbelievably slippery with all the wetness.

I could see her clitoris, it was plump and round, and just inches from my face. I carefully tried to push my hard nipple against it as Kristi rubbed. As soon as I touched it, Kristi gasped.

"Oh God..."

I asked, "Does this feel good?"

"Yes - it's gunna happen!" Kristi panted.

Her rhythm changed, and it was almost like she was no longer thrusting - but quavering, with her wet clit against my hard nipple.

She was suddenly gripping my head, holding onto me, and her breasts were shaking with each shiver of her hips. And she was looking down at me, and my breast, at my chest.

She was moaning like some little girl, in a way more intense than I had ever heard anybody - ever.

Kristi was lost in some heavenly place.

"Katherine - Oh God - Katherine!" Kristi stammered.

And then she started to shake, and shiver, and it happened, she cried out my name, and suddenly my chest was hot and wet.

My face was so close, and she was squirting - a strong stream of hot liquid. It looked like she was peeing, and it was so thrilling.

I screamed out, "Yes!"

Kristi pressed herself hard against me, and the squirting stream splattered as she pushed against my small breast.

For just an instant, it was splashing on my face, and Kristi was panting, and quivering, and thrusting her hips. I couldn't believe what was happening, I could smell it, I could taste it - and I was sent to some higher realm.

The stream of liquid slowly subsided, and Kristi seemed to heave and thrust with the powerful waves of passion.

"Oh God Kristi..." I whispered.

Kristi seemed to melt, she hung onto me and panted, taking deep breaths, her whole body rocked with each strong inhalation.

I was overcome by emotion, an intense love, and it was washing all through me.

Kristi and I looked at each other, with a tremendous thirsting in our eyes.

I ran my hands across her body, across her hips and breasts.

Then she took my knees in her hands, she was calm and deliberate. But her hands on my knees felt like a jolt of energy. She pushed my knees high to my chest and spread my legs wide.

I didn't fight it, I let her move my legs apart. She was focused on my crotch.

"Oh God Katherine," she said in a shaky voice. It sounded so intense that I thought she was frightened.




Kristy and Katherine



"What?" I asked.

She spread my knees wider and moved herself lower to look more directly between my legs, and I think I moaned from the sensation.

"It's - it's..."

"What?" I asked.

Kristi carefully replied, "Katherine - you..."

"Kristi - tell me."

"Oh God, It's so pink - I didn't - I mean - I never thought it could be so pretty."

At that point I grabbed my own knees and pulled them as wide as I could and arched my pelvis up toward Kristi, trying to show her everything.

Kristi stared down for what must have been more than a full minute, and the whole time I watched her.

Then, she looked at me and whispered, "Oh Katherine, I need to..."

And she leaned forward and gently kissed my open vagina.

I thought I might scream, the sensation was so intense. She was enormously gentle, and sat up enough so I could watch everything she was doing.

I held my knees tight against my own shoulders, and I didn't move at all.

I stammered, "Kristi - Oh God - Kristi..."

Kristi paused for a moment, and asked cautiously, "Can you cum like this?"

I blurted out, "YES! Don't stop - I love you." I was shocked at my response, but it was involuntary - and true.

Kristi put her mouth back in between my legs. She slowly started to build in intensity, and what was just gentle kissing turned to licking and then sucking. She wasn't holding anything back.

She started to suck my small clitoris, and right then I knew it was going to happen.

"Kristi - don't stop..."

With that she sucked and licked even harder. Her hands moved under my bottom, and she started squeezing both cheeks, they were wet and slippery. I was breathing harder and she was making loud sloppy sucking noises. My pelvis started slowly pumping up against her mouth.

Suddenly, her tongue moved down a little - Oh my God, she was licking my little bum hole - and I was even closer to exploding.

"Kristi - Oh God - oh God..."

This went on for a few minutes, and I couldn't believe how excited it made me. Then she moved back up to my clit and I watched her - her beautiful face was sopping and glistening.

Then I watched as she tried to push her tongue as deep as she could, up into my slippery vagina. I could feel the ecstasy, and I had no idea I could feel this way.

I let go of my knees and wrapped my thighs around Kristi's head, and I literally started to hump her face, and I started to shudder and then I started to moan - and then I felt like my whole body was vibrating.

Then I kind of blurted out, between gasps, "Kristi - Oh God - I love you!"

Kristi started to lick harder than I could have ever imagined.

And then it happened.

I'm not totally sure what I did, but it was loud and I must have screamed. I felt like my whole body, my whole soul - everything, just released in some giant explosion. It lasted for what seemed an eternity.

Then I squealed, "Kristi, yes..."

The sensitivity of everything had just multiplied, and her tongue felt like electricity. I was flooded with an intense rush. I screamed her name again, and I was overcome with a hot wave of passion.

She sucked hard, as I convulsed in a heavenly climax.

"Oh God- Oh God..." I stammered.

Then, as it subsided, Kristi looked up at me and said, "Katherine - that was beautiful." Her face was literally dripping and she looked absolutely like an angel.

I was so overcome with emotion, all I could say was, "Kristi - I love you."

"I love you too..."

Then, she climbed onto me, we squeezed each other in a tight embrace. She pressed her sopping mouth, wet from MY orgasm, against my lips for a long passionate kiss. 



Kristy - Booty Call & A Messy Exit



The following is another true story. It details the late night tale of me, my friend Kristy, a sloppy wet booty call, and a hilarous, not-so-clean escape from the scene of the crime.

It was the dawn of a new millennium, and I was in-between girlfriends. I'd admittedly hit a dry spell: it had been several weeks since I'd last gotten laid, and I was getting pretty grumpy about it. After staring at the ceiling one Friday night, a name suddenly popped into my head: Kristy. Ten seconds later, even though it was midnight, I was dialing the phone.

Kristy had liked me all throughout high school. I'd blown her off back then, but once in college I heard stories that she'd turned into a bit of a slut. The next time we ran into each other these tales were confirmed, and it wasn't long after meeting again that Kristy was bouncing happily off the end of my cock. We became instant fuck-buddies, and over time we'd called upon each other on a semi-regular but consistent basis.

On this particular night I hadn't seen or talked to Kristy for at least three years. I wasn't even sure if her phone number was still good. Closing my eyes, I prayed that I wouldn't get a pre-recorded disconnect message. Luckily, I wasn't disappointed. 

"Hello?"

"Hey Kristy it's me, Dave." As I waited for a reaction, I could hear the loud sounds of partying going on in the background. People were laughing, and it sounded like a really good time.

"Wha- Oh, heyyyy!" Right away it sounded as if she was genuinely glad to hear from me, so at least that was good news. "Holy shit, what the hell have you been up to?"

"Not much", I told her. Then, kidding around: "I'm a little pissed you didn't invite me to your party."

"What party?" Kristy asked, totally confused. She was a little slow, but then she finally got it. "Oh, no... this isn't a party. Susan and I are just hanging out with these two guys who came by."

My heart sank a bit, knowing I wouldn't be getting laid that night. Susan was her roommate, and these other two guys had beaten me to the punch. Silently I cursed myself for not calling sooner.

"Ah, that's cool", I told her. "Well, give me a call later in the week or-"

"No, wait! Hang on a sec..." Kristy stopped me. I could hear the sound of laughter getting lower as she moved into another room. "These guys are leaving soon", she said, lowering her voice. "I mean, I'll call you once they're gone. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure" I said, getting excited again. After assuring me she would, I hung up the phone.

I got up so I wouldn't accidentally fall asleep, and started watching TV. 1am passed. 1:30. By the time it was 2am, I'd pretty much given up hope that Kristy was going to call. Maybe those guys hadn't left at all. Maybe they'd worked Kristy and Susan out of their clothes, and were busy fucking them right now. I found myself jealous, angry, and horny all at once.

I dropped back into bed and closed my eyes. The phone rang at about 2:30.

"You're kidding, right?" I answered it groggily.

"I'm sooooo sorry!" Kristy responded with a chuckle. "They wouldn't leave! We tried to get rid of them a whole bunch of times, but they kept drinking and drinking. And it didn't help that Susan kept playing quarters with them."

"Where's Susan now?" I asked.

"Passed out", Kristy told me. "She's got to work early tomorrow, I don't see how she'll ever get up."

"Sucks", I told her. "There goes our threesome."

"Yeah right", Kristy laughed sardonically. "You wish."

In truth, I did wish. Susan wasn't bad to look at. Like Kristy, she had huge tits and a cute body. And to be brutally honest, Susan was prettier.

"So you wanna come over?" Kristy asked me.

"It's like... 3am", I told her.

"So? I'm not tired."

"Then you come here", I reasoned. "I'm already laying down."

"I can't", Kristy told me. "I'm a little drunk. Not too drunk, but I'm definitely not driving anywhere."

My mind wanted my body to go to sleep. My dick wanted my body to get up, and then drive 30 minutes to Kristy's apartment. I don't even need to tell you which of the two won out.

"I'll make it worth your while", Kristy added playfully. "Trust me."

"Dress up for me", I told her. "I'm going to take a shower. I'll be there in a little bit."

Forty-five minutes later, I was parking alongside the curb in front of Kristy's apartment. All the lights were out, and everything inside was dark. "If she fell asleep, I'll kick her ass" I told myself as I tried the knob. She'd left it unlocked for me, so I let myself inside.

I hadn't taken more than a step into the living room when the smallest dog in the word was sniffing my ankles. Kristy emerged from the hallway and ushered the dog away, but not before it had smelled me for another half minute or so.

"What's that, a teacup chihuahua?" I said laughing. "You didn't tell me you got a dog."

"It's not mine, it's Susan's", Kristy responded. "C'mon." 

She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Inside, the only light came from the television. Kristy had been watching MTV, and the sound was low. As she walked inside and closed the door behind her, I could see that she was wearing a black lace teddy. It came down to the tops of her thighs, and her legs looked awesome.

Kristy had changed a lot since I'd last seen her. Although her face had always been a bit plain, her body more than made up for it. But now? Kristy had taken her body to another level. She'd turned into a gym-rat, and she was looking absolutely gorgeous. Kristy was tan, toned, buff and fit. Her arms and legs were tight, almost muscled, and her stomach was flat and beautiful. As I wrapped my arms around her waist, I noticed that she smelled just as good as she looked.

We began kissing, and my hands went right down to her bare ass. Her teddy was thonged in the back, exposing her very warm, tight curves. As I explored her new body Kristy was pulling my own shirt over my head, then nuzzling her face into my neck. We fell onto the bed together kissing and touching, and the exploration continued.

This was the coolest part about me and Kristy - there were never any expectiations between us. Even after three years there was no small talk... no need for questions or pretend conversation. Each time we got together the goal was always the same: fucking each other's brains out. Nothing else mattered except getting naked and getting down to business... something I was immediately reminded of as Kristy swallowed my aching cock.

The blowjob felt immensely good. It wasn't so much that Kristy was good at it as that I hadn't been blown in a long while. She positioned herself sideways so I could reach her pussy, which I began playing with as she continued sucking me off. Kristy moaned on my cock as she ground herself into my fingers, and then added some of her own fingers to help manipulate her clit.

Pushing her back, I spread Kristy out on the bed. In the dim light of the TV, legs spread wide, she looked totally amazing. She'd undone the snap crotch of her teddy, and Kristy was sawing two glistening fingers in and out of her pussy. With her free hand she'd shoved my own fingers into her mouth - the ones I'd been using on her only moments ago. As she licked and sucked them clean, I told her what a hot little slut she was. She nodded, smiling.

Burying my face between her legs, I eagerly devoured her. Kristy ground her hips downward, pushing herself into my mouth. My tongue traced long, flat strokes up and down the sides of her pussy while my thumb gently manipulated her clit. I moved her own hand aside and put two fingers inside her, feeling how impossibly warm and wet she was. Kristy began pulling on her tits and moaning, and I increased the pressure of both my tongue and fingers.

Way before I was ready, Kristy pulled me up and over her body. My face was smeared with her juices and she wickedly began licking it off my lips. I thrust upward and felt my cock go deep inside her, but the penetration wasn't complete until Kristy had jammed her hips down upon me, impaling herself the rest of the way. Now buried to the hilt I watched her eyes go wide, and she grinned fiendishly as we began to fuck in a slow, steady rhythym.

"You know I fucked that guy before he left", Kristy said to me matter-of-factly. "Right now you're getting sloppy seconds."

"You wish", I told her, echoing her words to me from earlier. I was 90% sure she was lying, and 10% terrified she wasn't.

Kristy laughed. "No, but I could've. I could've fucked him if I really wanted to."

"Oh I'm sure you wanted to", I told her. "You always want to. You can't get enough."

"Nah, he was an asshole", she said. Then, seductively: "But if he wasn't, I might've asked him to stay."

I believed her on this one. And knowing how horny I was? The sight of Kristy in bed with some other guy probably wouldn't have scared me off. One way or the other, I was nailing her pussy that night. Whether it was a solo mission or a team effort, I really wouldn't have cared.

After fucking for some time with her legs wrapped firmly around me, Kristy flipped over on all fours. I buried my cock in her pussy and began pounding her doggie-style, leaning her forward until her face was buried in the pillow. For a long time we fucked. I was both astonished and pleased at how long I lasted, initally thinking it was going to be a short night for me. We finally switched up to her favorite position; Kristy squatting down over my cock. She rode it up and down until she was ready to cum, then shoved it all the way in and rocked forward and back.

As usual, Kristy was grinding down on my cock as her release came. Her pussy flooded my shaft, my balls, and the bed beneath us. My hand flew up and over her mouth as she reached orgasm, remembering at the last moment how loud she could be. I was also remembering how much she liked my hand over her mouth, and how it turned me on in the past when she would bite down on it.

Completely spent, I felt Kristy's body go limp. She had partied, drank, fucked, and cum... by now it was well past 4am and she was totally done. I rolled Kristy onto her stomach. As the teddy rode up her back, I noticed she'd gotten a tribal tattoo since I'd last seen her - one of those tramp stamps just above the crack of her ass. I eased my cock into her from behind, enjoying her sleepy whimper as I once again bottomed out in her twat.

"You have to cum now", she told me. "Do it."

I didn't need much more in the way of incentive. Concentrating on the sensation, I slid my cock in and out of her sopping wet cunt. Using my knees, I squeezed her legs and ass together to make it tighter... the increased friction putting me over the edge. As I could feel my orgasm washing over me, I pulled my cock from Kristy's pussy and wrapped my hand quickly around it.

With a suppressed grunt of my own, I shot jet after jet of white-hot cum all over Kristy's naked back. My cum splattered all over her smooth, tan skin, making a shallow pool in the small of her back that glistened in the moonlight from her window. As I drifted out of the dreamy half-sleep of my orgasm, I found myself fixating on that small pool of gleaming liquid. Eventually, some of it ran in small rivulates down each side of her waist, but the rest of it stayed there like its own little ecosystem. Seconds later, Kristy was snoring.

Propping myself up on one elbow, I watched the rise and fall of Kristy's naked back as she slept. Everything was peaceful, and I spent a few moments reveling in the satisfacation of a really great orgasm. Very quickly though, I felt my eyes getting heavy. I didn't want to fall asleep, and knew I had to get out of there fast or risk passing out.

In short, our arrangement never included mornings. Kristy and I had never had breakfast together. This suited us fine, as we were both happy with the way things were. No matter how many times we'd gotten together, each of us had always gone home to our own beds.

The next time I opened my eyes, I noticed the sky was turning blue. With the sun coming up, I had precious little time to get going. Naked and messy, I stepped across the hallway and into the bathroom. 

I flipped on the light and immediately took stock of the situation. From the waist down, I was a disaster. My cock was stuck to my leg, and the combined fluids from mine and Kristy's orgasm were pretty much everywhere. I'd forgotten what a squirter she was. With not much of an alternative, I then made a command decision: I would wash my dick in the sink.

The warm soapy water felt good against my skin. I lathered up and rinsed off my cock, standing on my tip-toes to get my balls over the sink basin. Fully cleaned and satisified, I reached for a towel... and found none there.

There wasn't a towel in the entire bathroom. Worse, there wasn't any toilet paper either. I opened the cabinet beneath the sink and saw nothing: no spare rolls of toilet paper, no boxes of tissues... not even a washcloth. So I stood there like a lost asshole, dripping water from my hands, balls and dick. 

That's right about when I heard the sound of an alarm clock going off.

It was Susan, Kristy's roommate. She was getting up for work. Here I was, buck naked, dripping water all over the bathroom, with only a few seconds to get back into Kristy's room and get changed. So I did what any red-blooded American guy would do in such a situation: I wiped my dick on the shower curtain.

In my defense, it was an ugly fucking shower curtain. It had some stupid aquarium theme, with tropical fish all over it. I ball-rubbed that shower curtain and ran it up and down the length of my shaft, making sure to get myself nice and dry. With one leg in and one leg out of the bathtub, I dried the last remnants of residual soap and cum all over the inside surface of the curtain, then bolted quickly back across the hallway.

I had my boxers back on when I heard footsteps. Susan stepped into the bathroom as I quickly dressed the rest of the way. Putting my sneakers back on, I took one last look back at Kristy. She was still asleep, the dried-up pool of my seed now encrusting the cute little dimpled portion of her lower back.

Quietly, I made my way back down the hallway and toward the front door. Just before getting there, I encountered the dog. Putting a finger to my lips, I shushed the dog in case it was going to bark. But all it did was look at me, head cocked to one side.

To this day, I'll never forget that dog's face. And you know why? Because the dog KNEW. Somehow, in some way, that little chihuahua knew I had flossed my ass with the shower curtain of its owner. It looked back it me with disgust and disdain, and it watched me very carefully as I closed the door behind me on the way out.

I never told Kristy about the shower curtain, but I would eventually fuck her again. Our paths would cross several more times before she'd finally get engaged, and even a couple of times after that. One one occasion, I'd even try to get her to throw Susan into the mix. Sadly, that scenario never panned out though.

I've completely lost touch with Kristy nowadays, but I'll always remember the great sex, the sloppy cleanups, and that ugly fish shower curtain smeared with the glistening remnants of our late night romp. Kristy was good times, and being with her made for great stories. 



Kristy Ch. 2



Kristy was new to college life and although she dated quite a bit, she never allowed anything of a serious sexual nature to occur between her and the boys she dated. Here, Kristy realized, were men – not boys. As she sat in the wooden desk/chair in her psych class, Kristy's eyes scanned the room. The classroom held about 100 people. One of those large lecture classes that most of the prelim classes held. As she looked around the room her eyes focused on a group of guys in the back corner of the room. One guy in particular caught her eye. He obviously was the leader of the group… tall with dark hair and a light stubble along his jaw. He wore a t-shirt with a greek symbol on the front and khaki cut-offs. She liked the easy way he smiled and the dimples that creased his cheeks as he sucked on the eraser end of his pencil and nodded at whatever his buddies were talking about. With a start, Kristy realized that he was staring back at her and she felt a hot flush creep up her neck as she quickly bowed her head and turned once more to face the front of the lecture hall. 

At the end of the lecture, Kristy gathered her textbooks and was stuffing them in her backpack when she felt someone standing nearby. Looking up, she pushed a lock of blonde hair out of one eye and once more felt that blushing heat suffuse her neck and face.

"Hey," he smiled down at her as she fumbled with her backpack.

"um… hi," (it was him!) she mumbled, trying to think of something witty to say – something flippant as the more confident college women would most assuredly would.

"What's your name?" he inquired, leaning over to help her with her books, lifting the pack with one hand despite the fact it carried over 4 textbooks, one of them her biology text which in itself had to weigh at least 10 lbs.

"Kristy," she said with a smile, for the first time looking into his eyes. Green. Nice. She felt her heart begin to hammer and her palms begin to sweat. Her gaze dropped to his lush mouth and the book in her hand dropped to the floor. Kristy silently cursed her shyness and her inability to be confident and polished.

"Well Kristy, my name is Paul and my buddies and I," he said making a motion towards a group of about 3 other guys standing at the door elbowing each other and snickering behind cupped hands, "are having a frat party tomorrow night and I wondered if you'd like to come?" He stood there holding her backpack and looking down at her waiting for her answer, eyebrows raised.

"Well, sure… can I bring a friend?" Kristy asked, smiling all over the place and feeling completely stupid and naïve by doing so.

"Yeah sure, just come by the frat house tomorrow night around 7. Tell 'em Paul sent you at the door and they'll come find me. Cool, " he said as he handed over her backpack and headed out the door.

"Cool" thought Kristy as she watched him walk away. "Cool." 

…………Later that night……….

"Oh, come ON Janice," Kristy whined, kneeling and bouncing up and down on her roommate's bed dressed only in a long t-shirt and panties… begging her to go with her to the frat party tomorrow night. She certainly wasn't going to go by herself and yet she most definitely didn't want to miss an opportunity to get to know Paul better. "Please? Plllllllllllllleaaaaaaaaaase?" she begged, trying to look her most desperate and beguiling self. 

Janice leaned back against the headboard and rolled her eyes. "What is it about this guy that has you so wrapped?" Janice asked her in her gruff Jersey accent that Kristy adored. Kristy was from the South and held the opinion that her drawl lent the appearance that she was stupid. Janice's crisp Northern accent sounded so sophisticated to her. 

"He's just… sexy, y'know?" she said, flipping her hair and then looking down at her nails, thinking… she didn't know how to express what it was about Paul that made her react this way. She felt compelled to meet him, anxious to be alone with him. Just thoughts of him made her nipples tingle. She couldn't say that to Janice, though… but she had to have company at this party.

"Oh alright," Janice conceded, happy in the fact that she could please Kristy. She liked Kristy. She also felt very protective of her since she seemed to exude this innocent air. She wouldn't allow her to get messed up with a bunch of crude frat guys without her being around to save her. Secretly, Janice harbored a slight crush on Kristy. She had watched her from the first day they met, her with her petite frame, golden blonde hair and sweet southern ways. Janice often found herself wondering if Kristy had ever experienced the touch of another woman?

The next night, Janice and Kristy walked up to the frat house door and gave Paul's name. In moments Paul bounded to the door with a huge smile on his face, a beer in one hand and motioned them inside… "C'mon in ladies," he said bowing at them as they entered, obviously overdoing the gallantry for Kristy's benefit. Kristy smiled and walked in tugging Janice's hand behind her. Paul led them to the bar at the far end of the room. They had to walk through mountains of people… the room was thick with college students, shoulder to shoulder, the music thumping and everyone screaming to be heard over the music. Kristy had two beers spilt on her white blouse before she even made it to the bar and she could hear Janice blatantly cursing those drunks behind her as she followed Paul in a dreamlike state.

"Here y'go!" Paul said, with much more enthusiasm than necessary, brandishing several tall glasses of beer pumped from the keg. Kristy sipped her beer and smiled at Janice, raising her eyebrows in an silent attempt to say… "See? Isn't he hot?" Janice just rolled her eyes, turned her back and watched the crowd. Paul sidled up next to Kristy.

"I'm so glad you made it," he said against her ear in order to be heard above the din, his arm slipping around her waist and pulling her against the side of his body. "I was worried that you wouldn't come."

She watched as Janice motioned to her that she was going to go over to the couch to say hello to some friends. Kristy nodded her response and turned her attention back to Paul.

"Of course I'd come, I said I would didn't I?" she giggled as she punched him in the ribs and took another sip of beer.

"Listen, we can't hear each other, come with me," he said and he drew her into the back part of the house, entered into a darkened room and shut the door.

Kristy felt his hand in hers as he drew her back through the house and felt her heart begin to hammer again. They were going to be alone. HE wanted them to be alone. Oh, God… she thought, is this right? Will Janice know where I am? Then she silently chastised herself. Of course everything will be alright. The house is full of people! She smiled to herself as she followed Paul into the room and heard the door close behind them.

Paul sat on the end of the bed and flipped on the lamp next to him. The soft glow allowed her to see around her and she was able to distinguish the room as a bedroom of one of the frat house members. 

"C'mere," Paul said in a husky voice, putting his beer down on the nightstand and holding out his hand to her. Kristy detected the subtle deepening of his voice and saw his pupils darken as he looked at her. She stood there a moment, torn between what she knew she should do and what her body was telling her it wanted to do. She shivered a little as she felt a knot of fear twist in her belly and quickly looked over her shoulder at the closed bedroom door. 

He stood up again and walked towards her, taking her beer and placing it beside his then taking both her hands in his own and squeezing them. He looked down into her eyes and she saw his gaze travel across her face and down to her mouth. They were very close now, and she could almost hear her heart thumping with the muffled rhythm of the music playing outside the door. He moved his body against hers, pulled her arms towards him until he held her wrists together behind his back making it to where she couldn't move. Slowly, he bent his face down and his lips brushed hers. Kristy immediately felt the heat that passed between them, but it wasn't just that… it was that he was holding her wrists, gripping them, forcing her body to press against his.

"You like that, don't you?" his rough voice said against her ear as he pulled her closer, gripping her wrists tighter. Kristy immediately saw flickering images of bound women behind her closed eyes… saw the vulgar display of their genitals, saw the helplessness yet raw desire in the pictured women's faces of the magazines she kept hidden between her mattress. "Don't you?" he said again, tugging sharply at her wrists and looking at her with dark desire into her eyes.

Kristy's mouth parted involuntarily as she felt his control over her. She sensed the slick sheen of perspiration wet her brow and upper lip as she struggled to deny his advantage. Paul captured both of her wrists in one strong hand and used the fingers of the other to squeeze her jaw as he spoke.

"I know your kind," he hissed. "I can detect them a mile away, you want this don't you?" He kept talking but his words were drowned out by the roaring in her head and the furious pounding of her heart that began when she realized she was in danger. She struggled against his hold, all composure lost as she blindly fought his grip on her wrists. Suddenly his hand went to the buttons of her blouse and he began jerking at them. 

"… jiggling your tits at me the other day… practically begging to get fucked…" Kristy heard fragments of his monologue as she desperately yanked her arms this way and that, trying everything to escape. 

Paul watched her struggle and felt his cock pulse against the zipper of his jeans. 

Kristy gaspedShe didn't know, her emotions were warring with her. She was a good girl, she didn't do this, yet she wanted it, craved it. Paul chuckled at the confused look on her face.

"You're a slut," he said in a rough whisper against the skin of her neck, "aren't you?" "Aren't you a slut, Kristy?" he asked, teasingly, forcing her to realize her growing excitement. 

"N.n..no!" she said, again struggling against his tight grasp yet knowing feeling the wetness surge between her legs. Her struggle only increased Paul's fascination with her. His excitement increased with each tug of her arms, with each resistance she made. He knew she'd give in, but he also knew that he may need to tie her up for her to realize it herself.

(augh! I'm trying to finish this series)



Kristy Meets Dad



I'm Brandi, a college freshman, sharing a dorm room with Kristy, a junior. I'm 5'4" with dark hair and eyes, and a slim gymnast body. Kristy is 5'9" with blonde hair, twinkling hazel eyes, and a beautiful 37D-24-34 athletic body. We share a dorm room with a private bathroom, and have become much more than roomies thanks to a Halloween blow-out that never stopped (another story). My dad is 5'10" and works out a couple of times a week. Kristy teases me about having the hottest bald 40 year-old DILF she's ever seen. Dad knows Kristy and I have become great friends, and for Christmas he bought tickets to the KU-Georgia Tech basketball game for the three of us! 

The new year's weekend started out absolutely the best with my Dad, Kristy, and me at the basketball game. Oh my GAWD!!! It simply doesn't get more exciting than that (or so I thought)! You wanna talk about adrenaline--the Field House was pumping Saturday, baby!! The guys gave us just enough spurts through the game to keep the crowd going, and then 35 minutes in they mount a comeback that just gets us tied for overtime. Then they fall behind again and with 3 seconds to go, hit the game winner!! I mean, whoa, what an exhausting afternoon. We were all constantly cheering and high-fiving and hugging. It was my Dad's first big time b-ball game, and he really enjoyed it. He was into it, yelling, and screaming, and he and Kristy were joking around--everything seemed really cool. After the game, we went to Appleby's for supper and Kristy started hinting about coming home with me and going out. Dad didn't mind, so after dinner we went to Kristy's and she picked up some clothes and let her folks know, then we headed out for home. 

I was really drained and dozed out on the way home. I kinda faded back in a couple of times, and Kristy and my Dad seemed to be getting along great--chatting and joking around about me. I finally wake up at the turnpike exit, and realize Kristy is trying to convince my Dad to come partying with us. It seems a little strange, but Dad refuses, nicely, and jokingly, but he refuses. When we get to my house, I show Kristy around some and then she hops in my shower and I run up to my Dad's shower. Now my Dad and I have always been really comfortable around each other, often lounging around the house in underwear or just bathrobes or whatever when we're by ourselves. I'd never really thought about it before, but I've just never felt embarrassed around my Dad, no matter what. 

Well, my shower's really the main bathroom on the 1st floor, and I guess my Dad thought I was using it and Kristy was upstairs. He knocked and asked if he could use the bathroom, and Kristy said, "Sure," so Dad went on in. While he was there, Kristy finished showering, reached out for a towel and started drying off--most likely being sure to show some flesh knowing her. Next thing I know, my Dad's chewing me out in his bathroom for not letting him know Kristy was showering downstairs. He's pretty upset, more than I'd expected, and I'm half-way afraid he's going to nix the whole night. He doesn't, and when Kristy comments later on the size of my Dad's penis, I kinda start to understand why he was so upset. If I knew then what I know now, I probably would have nixed the whole night myself. Or maybe not. . . 

So my Dad's upset at me cuz he used the bathroom thinking I was in the shower and actually it was Kristy, and she quit and started drying off while he was in there and he saw her naked and she saw him peeing and he's just really upset about it and I'm the scapegoat. I mean, I figured letting Kristy use Dad's shower was a bad idea, so I used it and let her use the main one. Kristy and I talked about it after we left, and Kristy didn't think anything of it. Of course, she wouldn't. She thought it was cute that we're so comfortable with each other--Dad and me--and she wished that her parents were that open and liberated around her. She promised to apologize to Dad when we got home since he was so upset. 

We drove around a little, and went past a couple of the bars, but noting really looked exciting, so Kristy suggested we rent a couple of DVD's and spend the night at my home. So we hit the video store and got Anchorman, Little Black Book, and this anime movie, Body Transfer. Kristy's got a bunch of anime in our dorm room, and she says this one looks cool, so we get them and head home. I call Dad on the cell to tell him our change of plans and he says he ordered Chinese food, but he'll call and up the order. 

Kristy and I get home and Dad's all relaxed watching ESPN and says the food should be on the way. Kristy tells Dad she thinks it's great the relationship Dad and I have and that she wishes her folks were that comfortable around her, but that she's sorry that she upset him. Dad's a little uncomfortable, but plays it off with a joke about needing to get bigger towels for guests. 

We start watching Anchorman, and it is just the stupidest film--total slapstick, crude humor, and so obvious. You feel guilty and know you shouldn't laugh, but you just can't help it. The food arrives just after the movie starts, so we just spread everything out in the living room and eat while we watch. We all three end up on the couch, with me between Dad and Kristy, and when Dad starts cleaning up the dishes, Kristy leans over, says my Dad is hot, and kisses me hard and deep, breaking it off just before Dad comes back. I'm totally in shock, though I should have expected it. Kristy smiles and thanks Dad for providing the delicious entrees and I SO know she's not talking about the Chinese food. We pause the movie and get everything cleaned up and then Kristy suggests we get our pj's on before finishing the movies. As we head to my room, I smack her hard on the ass and tell her she could ruin everything if she doesn't cool it. She just gives me a mischievous little smile and pulls her shirt and bra over her head on the stairs, just out of sight from the living room and takes off running and giggling for my room. 

Kristy has her satin teddy top and shorts and I have my sleep shirt and panties, and I grab the comforter off my bed and we head back to living room. I slide in next to Dad on the couch and Kristy plops down next to me and accidentally releases her section of the couch. That means she slides back and down and the footrest pops her legs up. She didn't even know the thing reclines and she shrieks thinking for a second that she broke it. Dad just busts out laughing and then we all recline back and I spread the comforter over Kristy and me. 

As we're watching the movie, we're all sort of outdoing ourselves with lowering degrees of raunchy comments--Dad and I always tease like that, esp. watching movies--and Kristy just keeps lowering the bar. At some point, Kristy's hand finds it's way to my thigh, and I try to pull away without letting Dad know what's happening, but eventually he asks if I want to sit on his lap or something since I'm smashed up against him. Kristy says, "Ooo, that sounds like fun!" and Dad comes back with, "Yeah, fun enough to land me in jail," and Kristy retorts, "Ooo, that sounds like fun, too," and we all just break out giggling again. 

By the end of the movie, I'm totally hot and bothered and so sure Dad can't possibly NOT know what's going on. Kristy slides over to the DVD and asks which movie we want to watch next. I notice that with Kristy silhouetted against the TV her 37D boobs and hard nipples really stick out. Dad makes some comment about the chick flicks and cartoons and says he's calling it a night. He's really great about it, but he heads off to his room, while Kristy just stares at his butt all the way up the stairs. I give her this glaring look, and she just pulls her top open at my Dad's back and giggles. I just love the way her nipples move in opposite circles when her boobs bounce. 

She pops in the anime movie and slinks back under the comforter with me, instantly wrapping her arms around me and kissing me, but this time I'm kissing back and really into it, and then suddenly the movie's going and these cartoon high school kids are making out and telling crude jokes and then these two actually start having sex--x-rated cartoons--I've never seen anything like it before and I grab the remote and turn the volume way down, but not off. I'm just fascinated by how obviously cartoony they are, and yet how sexy and erotic it is. Of course, Kristy's hands and mouth aren't cooling the situation down at all. Then Kristy slides off her shorts and guides my hand between her legs and then the game's on, baby.

Her heat literally burns against my palm, as I her juices instantly soak my hand. She's obviously been heating up for awhile, and as her tongue presses between my lips again, my finger slides between her, hot, moist love lips, pressing into her fiery cunny. Kristy's clit is as hard as a pebble, and I smash it with my palm as I press deeper into her. Her moan is louder than the ones on TV, and suddenly I'm very aware that we are making out on the couch in my house while my Dad is getting ready for bed right above us. I try to pull back, but Kristy pushes me down into the cushions, maneuvering us both towards horizontal across the three sections of the couch. She squeezes my hand between her legs as she presses two of her fingers into me and begins to wiggle them against each other. That just drives me crazy! 

We're so into each other and every time I look up there's another couple of cartoons making out. Kristy pushes my shirt up with her free hand, and her mouth sucks onto my right titty, pulling most of it into her mouth before pulling back and biting down on my nipple. Her mouth alternates between titties, while her fingers begin to pump into me, drawing a long, pent-up moan out of my quivering mouth. We shouldn't be doing this, but, oh baby, does it ever feel great. The worry about my Dad walking in on us puts an edge on everything that just heightens my senses. And Kristy is not about to stop until she has me spasming and twitching in orgasm. 

I push up against her, shifting our weight onto the footrests, then suddenly we tumble to floor, folding two of the couch sections up in the process and pretty tangling the comforter around us. With Kristy under me, I slide down, pulling her hand away from my sex, and tug her silky shorts down her thighs. As she pulls her knees up to slide her shorts off, I dive under them and just bury face between her legs, pressing my nose against her clitty as my tongue darts into her. Her thighs clinch my head in reflex, then flop back open as she slides her shorts free and sinks into the electric pulses shooting from my tongue into her cunny. I give her a couple of big licks, from her puckered little ass to her pubic thatch, then I spread her open with my fingers and concentrate my tongue lashing on her erect clitty. After about a minute of non-stop tonguing, I slide two fingers into her juicy cunny and begin to pump them slowly in and out of her—inhaling the musky aroma of her arousal. 

I imagine for an instant what a sight we'd make if my Dad came downstairs now--my pink-panty clad dark ass wiggling out from under my sleep shirt as my dark curly-haired head is buried between Kristy's long legs; her fingers tugging at her hard nipples as her hands squeezed her mountainous boobs together; her sweat-soaked blonde hair trailing across her face as head tossed side to side in near ecstasy. I begin to pump harder with my hand as I feel Kristy getting close, her tummy is tightening and one hand wraps itself in the back of my shirt, twisting it into a knot and pulling it tight across my titties. Then, just as she's about to tumble over the edge into orgasm, both of her hands lunge for my panties and she pulls me violently onto her chest, burying my now-thong-like panties deep into my ass and cunny. 

Suddenly my face buried in her breasts, and she's pushing me over, smothering me in her wonderful tit-flesh. My face is instantly covered in her sweat, and then my mouth finds a nipple as she turns partway and her hand pulls my panties even tighter into me—grinding my aroused clitty into the cotton fabric. I feel my own arousal build as she pulls her titty free and straddles my face, yanking my panties down my legs and pressing my thighs apart. Our tongues attack each other's love seemingly in unison; each of us wanting to make the other cum first. In the heat of passion, with my tongue buried in Kristy's hot cunny and my finger rubbing over her hot, puckered asshole, I realize that a cartoon orgy is taking place on TV—young, teen cartoon bodies pounding into each other to the rhythm of an oriental moaning soundtrack. I feel myself right on the edge of exploding in orgasm and glance away. 

My blurring vision suddenly focuses over Kristy's bouncing ass to the top of the stairway, where my Dad is sitting, watching, WATCHING US. And he's not just watching, but he's got both his hands wrapped around his monstrously erect penis, pumping up and down and staring at Kristy's head buried between my legs. I've always known my Dad was well-endowed, especially after mental comparisons with my two high school boyfriends, but I've never seen my Dad fully erect before, and never ever even imagined him jacking himself off. I quickly look back to the TV, then back to Kristy's ass, and then try to focus back in on Kristy's building orgasm, but I can't keep from peeking—admiring Dad's erection, and actually feeling something like pride that I'm having that kind of effect on him. 

Now I begin to tighten myself, feeling my orgasm rising from deep within my tummy. Kristy is really going at it, and as I lift my legs to secretly give my Dad a better view of the action, she reaches under my ass and begins to pump three fingers into my tight cunny. As her hot mouth continues to suck and nibble on my clitty, I wonder how mind-numbingly painful it would be to have my Dad's huge dick shoving into me-the earth shattering initial impact, followed by the ripping pressure from my clit to my asshole, and then finally the incredible pleasure as he begins to saw into me with his tool, ravaging every nerve ending in my stretched to the limit love canal. I can almost imagine the sweet pressure as his enormous head bumps against my depths, trying to press itself into my womb, and bury its precious seed deep within me. 

That powerful fantasy takes me over the edge and my exploding orgasm sends Kristy into her own ecstasy. Our convulsing, writhing, twitching bodies and soulful moans of ecstasy become the final ingredients in my Dad's own climatic masterpiece. I watch over the foreground of Kristy's hot, sweat-covered ass as my Dad's monstrous erection sprays several creamy ropes of cum down the stairs before he covers the head with his clinched fist. As spasm after spasm tighten my cunny around Kristy's fingers, and her juices flow freely across my tongue and down my cheeks, I imagine my mouth is my Dad's fist, and the spasms of cum squirting between his fingers are slamming into the back of my throat, filling my mouth, and flowing down my chin as I try to swallow all he has to give. I close my eyes in fantasy, and climax again and again around Kristy's fingers.

As we both finally come back to earth and Kristy's beautiful body presses me back to the floor, I glance to the top of the stairs and see only carpeting and darkness. As Kristy and I slowly, loving unclench, I wonder how much of my experience was real and how much was my fantasy. I lovingly nudge Kristy off me and crawl across her gently heaving body until our lips meet. My eyes close and suddenly I'm kissing my exhausted Dad, letting him taste himself on my lips for the first time. Kristy pulls the comforter over us and snuggles against me, and as I settle into her warm embrace, I hear the shower begin to run in Dad's bathroom.