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Lucy 01

By: Gullos



I – Forcing Dan into my cumslut

It is incredible. Unbelievable what just happened on the last weekend. A big milestone turning hubby into my private little cumslut. And the best thing: He hates cum, what makes me even hornier every time I think about it. The more persisting he is in not being gay, the more fun I have thinking about the plans I have for the future. And what just happened of course. I got him from tasting it once years ago and never again up to drink nearly half a liter of fresh gooey cum on last Saturday. Impossible? How I could get him into it? That is, why I am sitting here. I am going to write it all down for you and in fact I could get off right now, knowing what is coming.

Let's start at the beginning and let me give you a short introduction. My name is Lucy and I am married to a wonderful man. I love him for everything he is doing and the way he is. Dan and I are in the end of our thirties. He is a very successful businessman. We have our own little house and a 20 year old daughter. Sam. She went to London to become a nurse. All at all I would say, we are living a quiet normal social live and in this roles me and my husband Dan are equal. But if it comes to sexuality it is different. 

It came with the last three years. Before that the sex between me and hubby became more and more boring over the years. And after Sam left us, Dan nearly wasn't interested in sex anymore. Can you believe that??? Everything was about work and soccer. He never cheated on me, I am sure of that, but I was in the middle of my thirties and because it is the time, when most women become most sexual active, I was horny like hell all the time. So I did, what all the people are doing nowadays: I surfed on the internet to find a solution. Then I found that stuff about "Tease and Denial" and thought that method could also drive back the lust into my husband. And what shall I say? It did! In the beginning I was always just teasing and denying him for a few days and then I gave him some shivering unforgettable orgasms. I fucked him and stopped all the time, when he was on the edge and till he was begging for release. I gave him wonderful blowjobs and even swallowed his cum regularly. One day I fucked him till he was on the edge; I drove his cock right into me again and went up so slow that he couldn't hold it anymore. Just the tip of his cock was resting in my wet hole when he blew his load right into me. That was the only day, I tried to make him eat his own creampie using the arguments I had found in that forum - I am getting wet just thinking about men eating their own semen. So, there we were. His cock was still in me and I bowed forward, whispering into his ear that I want him to go down on me and lick me to an orgasm. He was arguing that he couldn't do it, because he just came in me. I reminded him of all the blowjobs I gave to him and all the cum I swallowed, but his answer was that he would not be gay. I begged him to do it, just once and if he would not like it, he would never have to do it again. I will never forgive him how carelessly he licked me. But finally he did it and said, he definitely would never do it again. But I knew his days were counted, because nothing turns me more on, than the thought about cum eating men. It was just a question of time and a good preparation. Good things come to those who wait, says that good old saying.

The following week I was looking for ways to get Dan more and more horny, till he would do anything for me to be allowed to cum. And that was it. I had to find something that would put him into a situation, where he needs my permission or even better that gives him a possibility to cum. So I read a lot of entries about chastity belts, bought one and offered it to Dan after a whole week of teasing and two hours of edging while he was bound to the bed. Of course he couldn't say 'no' and he was very aroused by the thought of it. I am still wondering why? Maybe because I put the belt on directly without giving him release. He was allowed to shoot his load after another three days of pure pleasure and said that was so hot that he would be willingly to wear the belt all the time, so he cannot masturbate "accidentally" and ruin the fun. I was impressed how good things were running.

For the next three months I let him out of his cage nearly every day and did all the good things you cannot imagine. I told him all the time he would not be allowed to cum without my permission and he agreed. Of course he was so fucking horny that he did much more good things to me. He was allowed to fuck me as long as he stopped just in time. His fingers know the inside of my pussy better than mine nowadays and oh my god - he became such a good tongue worker over the last years, I would never ever give him away. And while he was allowed to cum once a week I increased that period in the following six months. I just let him out every second or third day, without getting less attention of him of course and he was given release every second weekend. He could cum as often as he wanted and wherever he wanted on those weekends. On my ass, my tits, legs, back and even on my feet. In my pussy, mouth and now and then I allowed him to shoot his load right into my face. And the biggest turn on for me afterwards, was always the imagination of him, licking his cum from parts of my body or out of my creamy cunt. He never did - so far. 

After being into tease and denial for nearly a year, my desire for seeing Dan eating, licking or even drinking cum grew more and more. It became the key to my lust. All the pictures in my head drove me crazy, whenever I thought about sex. That was the time when I worked out a plan that would take me two years to get, what finally happened last Saturday. In the following year I increased the period of his denial again. I asked him, if he would be fine, to do so. I told him, it would increase his lust and would give him a total new experience of pleasure and orgasms. And he really loved that idea. I let him out nearly every second day and teased him to the limits, while I got off once, two or sometimes three times a day. Fuck, how great is that. In return he was allowed to do, whatever he wanted to do with me and shoot his load once a month. After half a year in that second one I started to play with his bum deliberately. A part of my plan. And that was a real surprise. It drove him crazy. It took no time from teasing his little male pussy hole and sticking my finger into it to the point when I could use a strapon to fuck him - without letting him cum. And of course I let him fuck me with the strapon, too, while keeping him frustrated and full of lust in his cage. But that is another story. I just asked him one day, what the difference would be between having his ass fucked and licking up his cum and that both would have nothing to do with being gay. Everything would be allowed in sexuality as long as both would like it. He just answered that this would be the point. I would fuck him and not a male, it just would be a part of our sex, but swallowing cum that would be something just women do - or gay men. That was the point when I was sure about that he will not just pay for that sentence. I got sure about that I would turn him into a little cumslut - my little cumslut. 

Two years of teasing, denial, chastity and fucking with a strapon. Everything went perfect. I decided to increase the time between his orgasms again. And he really got used to that feeling. He got so addicted to be horny and full of lust, heading forward to that one day, when he would be allowed to let all that build up pressure go in one big never ending, shivering orgasm. Two in half a year. Each after three months. And the last six months of my plan were about to come. In the next three I teased him every morning, when he came back from work, one, two hours at night time and over the whole weekends. I wanted to build up the pressure in his balls to a maximum and it was very important that he never came by accident. He never did. And after these three months he was as horny as never before. I tied him to the bed and undid his chastity belt. I looked him straight in the eyes, while I fucked his ass with my strapon, till he nearly cried. He was looking at his rock hard cock, swimming in precum, and was begging for release. I cannot remember a second time, where I had an orgasm by just hearing a word. I was so fucking horny and turned on, seeing Dan's desperation to shoot his load and frustration not to be allowed to. I was fucking his brain out and I came, when I asked him, if he would swallow every drop, if I would let him cum into my hand and he just said "no". And after I cooled down from my orgasm I told him that this would be the price for letting him cum at all and that he would have to wait at least another week if he wouldn't do it. And he said what I wanted him to say; that he couldn't do it and that he wouldn't have had a problem to wait another week. I loved that desperate sound in his voice. I told him that it would be fine and pulled the strapon out so teasingly slowly that he moaned in agony. Then I let him cool down, put his chastity belt on, had a shower and went to bed.

Twelve more weeks to the great final. From now on, I teased Dan every second I could. He always was tied to the bed, to a chair or somewhere else. That was the term for letting him out of his cage. He was always rock hard in a second, leaking precum like his cock would cry and he never gave up hope that this would be the big moment. Of course it never was. I always told him that he has had a choice and now he would have to wait, till I would be in a very good mood. I told him, too, that the more he would beg the later he would cum. And he begged. He begged like a maniac, while he received the slowest blowjobs, the most slippery handjobs and the deepest ass fucks ever. And I can't remember how often he was on the edge. It must have been thousands of times, but I never let him cum.

Let's take a short break and let me tell you a little bit about my plan. For this you have to know that my best Friend Carroll and I are always talking about everything what happens in our life. Even about our sexuality - everyone needs someone to talk about all the good stuff. I know Carroll for all my life and I know that she is a bitch. Very kind and intelligent, but if it's about sex, she becomes a bitch. And when I told her about my plan, the first thing she said was that she never had thought I could be such a nasty little slut. All I did was grinning at her. Of course she agreed to help me out. I needed her help, to collect a lot of fresh, yummy cum for my little cumslut to be, but I didn't want to do it myself, because I never have cheated on Dan and so far I'm not interested to do so. Carroll loved the idea and we placed an advertisement on the internet four weeks ago that we would looking for some guys that would be interested in a gangbang with my best friend. No need to say that the email account we have created for this event was bursting in a few days. Hundreds of men offered them like it would be the most normal thing in life, to meet other men and go and fuck one woman. Indeed, we were impressed. There was no doubt about it that we would get enough men for our little party. But we needed a place for it. Dan would never allow a one hundred men gangbang in our house - what would the neighbors think. Carroll's flat was too small and Dan wouldn't like the Idea anyhow, to be tied to a chair, where other men - fucking Carroll - could see him. So Carroll came up with a brilliant idea. To earn some extra money she worked every weekend in a sex shop, one with a backroom, where you have that stage in the middle and cabins around. Those, where men are sitting in a chair, throwing coins into a box to keep the window open and jack off to a girl that strips on the stage or gets herself off with a dildo or what so ever. She was friends with the owner and asked him, how much it would be to rent the whole backroom for six hours. He had no problem with Carroll having a gangbang on the stage, but said he would have to charge her five hundred dollars to rent the room for a day. In the end it was just five for each man. How good is that? So we had our room. Then we sent an email with the rules to all of them. And we told them, if they still would be interested, they had to send us a picture of them. Carroll may be a bitch, but why not to choose, if you can? The rules were simple: 

1. Everybody has to pay 5 dollars entry.

2. There will be one hundred men in groups of ten. (Because the stage is not that big). 

3. Every group will have half an hour. No names, no questions, no introduction. Five minutes to come in and get rid of the clothes, while the others get dressed and leave, twenty-five minutes to play with Carroll and get a good treatment of her. 

4. You will be allowed to fuck her as long as you are wearing a condom. You will not need a condom for a blowjob or a handjob.

5. The main rule is the cum rule: No cumming in a condom, in Carroll's mouth or anywhere else on her or in the room. Everyone has to cum into a big funnel that will be connected to a big bottle.

Maybe for some of them it wasn't enough time, maybe others didn't like the cum rule, but in the end we still got 237 mails again, all with pictures of all kind of men. Naturally Carroll picked the best looking and well hung men to send them an invitation with the date, the time they should appear at the sex shop and that they would have to pay the entry to the owner and that he would show them the way. 

Two more weeks. Everything was arranged and all I had to do was to convince Dan about, what would happen in fourteen days - in his state: easy. As usual I tied him to the bed, took of his chastity belt and just by the look in his face I could tell that his cock was hard in a second. With a sexy smile I looked him deep in the eyes. Sitting on his belly, I asked him:

"What do you think about my best friend Carroll, hem?"

"What kind of question is this?" Dan asked unsure, what I would be after.

"Do you like her?"

"That's a trap, isn't it? You know exactly that I'm addicted to you and I'm not thinking about anyone else all the time."

"Good answer, Dan. Very good answer." 

With that I turned around and lowered my pussy on his mouth and he dug his tongue deep into my hole. I just held his cock with two fingers at the base and squeezed it a little bit, watching a big stream of precum flowing like a little river down his cock. My bud cheeks in his face, I went on:

"What would you say to see her fucking some men, with us watching her? Like a porno - just live." 

He moaned. He couldn't do different, because I pressed my pussy harder against his mouth and gave him one single, so teasingly slow stroke, up and down his shaft, that another stream of precum was leaving his cock. What a waste, I thought.

"Look at you - totally horny and desperate to cum, with a twitching cock, leaking like never before", I teased him. "It looks like you would love the idea. Me pleasing you all the time, watching Carroll giving away some good blowjobs and get fucked like a good little slut." I played with his nipples and he moaned again, digging his tongue deeper into me, while his whole body was shaking. 

"Come on, tell me the truth. I would be more than fine with that, she is doing it anyhow, with or without us," I lifted my body a little bit, to give him a chance to say something. He just asked in a very interested way:

"What do you mean - she will do it anyhow?"

I turned around and laid my whole body on his. I made sure, that the entrance of my now soaked, dripping cunt was touching the tip of his cock. Then I licked his lips and looked him deep in the eyes again.

"See", I said, "I told you that she is working every weekend in this sex shop to get some extra money, didn't I?" He agreed. "And you know that she is a little bitch and she is fucking around all the time. She makes no secret out of it. And now she got an offer from her boss, to make some real good money." I lowered myself a little bit and the tip of his cock was half between my wet lips.

"What offer?" he moaned in frustration. I told him a few white lies. That Carroll's boss has arranged a gangbang for her and she would get fifty percent of the money spent in the cabins. And I said that we would sit in one of that cabins and that nobody could see us, because the glass is darkened if you look from the stage into the cabins. After I told him everything he had to know, all his doubts were wiped away. And dipping his cockhead into my wet hole a few times, I said to him:

"By the way - the day it will happen is the end of another three months for you, being locked up. Wouldn't it be great to release that pressure in your balls at the end of the show? I promise you, that I'll get the very last drop out of your balls. So, what do you think?"

"Alright", was all he answered and made me almost cum. Happily I went back to tease him and couldn't wait for the next two weeks to pass.

There it was. The day, I've been waiting for two long years. And if everything would happen like I have planned it, it would be the beginning of something wonderful. A new experience to me; reaching an absolutely new state of arousal in my sexual life. I couldn't fail. It was just a matter of how far I had to go with Dan. He on the other hand was horny as hell. I was sure; he would do anything in his state, to have an orgasm. Six long months stored up cum in his balls and he was so desperate to let it all out. And knowing that it would happen today, because I promised it, filled him up to the rim with lust.

When we arrived at the sex shop, Dan left the car and gave me a hand. It wasn't the first time, we entered such kind of store to buy some little toys, but we never have been in a show like that. Carroll had told her boss about a couple coming an hour early and that we wouldn't have to pay something. But everyone, who would ask for her afterwards, he should charge five dollars - that would pay the backroom.

"You are looking for Carroll, aren't you?" he asked, "She is at the back. Just go through that door."

When we entered the backroom Carroll was already waiting for us. And with a cheeky smile she said to Dan:

"Bet, you always have been interested in seeing my cunt, didn't you?"

"Carroll!" I sizzled and Dan's face turned red.

"That's alright", said Carroll with a chuckle. "And - here Lucy." She handed me over a key. "That's for the money box."

"What's that for?"

"Oh, you put it into the money box and turn it. Keeps the window open. You are friends of mine and don't have to pay for the show", she said and gave me a wink. "I have to prepare myself now. This is your cabin by the way." She opened a door. "Enjoy yourself for an hour till the show starts." Then she disappeared at the end of the hallway.

No need to say, that I tied Dan to the chair and teased the shit out of him in the following hour. Then Carroll entered the stage and Dan had no clue, that our cabin would be the only one that would be in use. There was a bed in the middle of the stage. Carroll was completely naked, laid down and started to play with her cunt. I stood behind Dan and played with his nipples. He swallowed.

"Save that for later", I giggled.

"What?"

"Doesn't matter. Just watch..."

And then it started. The first group of men came in and gave it to Carroll like they wouldn't have had a fuck for years. They screwed her pussy, her ass, her mouth; they used her in every way you can imagine. And all of them came - most of them several times. And they all came into that funnel. Dan was looking at Carroll, how she was collecting all that cum in a bottle. And while I was licking the shaft of Dan's rock hard cock, he moaned:


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"She really is a nasty little slut. What she is collecting all that cum for?"

"I don't care", I answered and used the tip of my tongue on his million dollar spot. Then I shoved my finger very slowly into his male pussy to change his focus.

What happened in the following five hours is another story, too. But after that, Dan was nearly a wreck. He was dripping precum constantly now. The show was over and when I was about to cool Dan down to put him back into his chastity, he complained:

"Wow, What's that? You told me, I would cum at the end of the show,"

"I did. But the show isn't over, yet", I smiled like a little bitch.

"Oh, god", was all he could answer.

When we walked out of the sex shop and Dan was about to enter the car, I told him that I've to go back to have a few words with Carroll. In all his frustration he begged me to hurry up. So I went back into the shop and with a big grin Carroll handed me over the cum filled bottle. Then she showed me a memory stick with a video of today that I wanted her to take. I put the bottle into my bag and told her to keep the video on a save place. Then I went out of the shop and couldn't wait to get home.

There it was about to come. The big moment. Dan couldn't get off his clothes quick enough and was heading towards the bedroom.

"Not that quick, Dan", I slowed him down. "First you go into the bathroom and get your ass clean and ready for me." 

Dan sighed and followed my order. That gave me the time to make my final preparations. I went into the kitchen and got the bottle out of my bag. My cunt started dripping immediately by the look at it. The one liter bottle was filled up to three quarters. More than a pint of creamy, white, yummy cum. I took a pint glass and a black plate out of the kitchen cupboard and went with all my stuff into our bedroom, then I took my squirting strapon and filled it up with half a pint of the cum and stored the strapon, the glass, the plate and the bottle underneath the bed and started the webcam, just in case I would need another video to remind Dan of a few things one day. Just in time I was laying on the bed, when Dan entered our room. I tied him to the bedposts in doggy style position. His wrists, his ankles and at last his thighs. His thighs were tied at the top and at the bottom of the bed to hold him in position and to give him as less opportunities to move as possible. There he was, still locked up, absolutely helpless and ready for me. A big tingle went through my body and when I put the strapon on my juices were running down my legs in streams. Then I kneeled behind him and put plenty of lube on the strapon and around and into his little male pussy. I put my finger deep into his ass and played with his swollen prostate, while using my other hand to play with his nipples. He moaned. 

"Come on! Stop teasing me, please. I really need to cum," he begged.

I started chuckling.

"We never even started, sweetie. There are hours and hours left, before the day is over."

Then I reached out for the plate and put it underneath Dan's locked up cock. I pressed the tip of the strapon against Dan's love hole.

"Relax", I whispered in his ear and shoved the strapon slowly into him; all the way, till my balls were touching is bud cheeks. And while I was playing with his sensitive nipples, I started to fuck him. I never stopped for nearly an hour and Dan was moaning and begging constantly, to let him out of his chastity and finally cum. He was so desperate to cum, that he was about to start crying. So I let him cool down for a couple of minutes.

"Please, pleaaaase. I'll do anything", he gasped.

"Oh, I'm sure about that", I giggled and gave him a little spank on the cheek. His total desperation just made me hotter. "But I'm pretty sure you can take plenty of more, before you will do anything for real." And I continued fucking him for another two hours. He was on the edge all the time. But I was sure; he couldn't go over it; not by getting his ass fucked with regularly little breaks of a few seconds. Then happened, what I was waiting for. Not just precum was dripping down, but long streams of white, thick semen started to leave Dan's chastity belt and were dripping onto the black plate. And when I stopped fucking him, there was more cum on the plate, than Dan was used to shoot with two, three loads. 

"Oh, come on!" Dan was whining again. "I really can't take it anymore, please let me cum, pleaaase! You promised it!"

I pulled the strapon out of Dan's pussy, followed by another big stream of cum flowing down onto the plate.

"No I never did", I said in a cool voice.

"WHAT?!" Dan called in disbelief. "You DID! Come on."

"All I said was that I'll release that pressure in your balls and that I'll get the very last drop out of them. I never said anything about you having an orgasm."

"WHAT?" was all Dan could say. He still couldn't believe, what I was saying.

"I mean, look at the plate, there is so much cum on it and under normal circumstances I just would continue to fuck the very last drop out of you and leave you alone. But maybe you're right and I should give you an orgasm, but you would have to earn it."

"Anything." Dan's voice sounded relieved at those words. "I'll do anything."

"Anything?" I asked.

"Yeah, Lucy. Anything. Just let me cum, please. I do anything, you want me to do."

"You won't have a choice", I said and reached out for the pint glass and put it onto the night table. Then I grabbed the bottle and held it directly in front of Dan's face. "You know, what this is?" I asked him.

Dan looked at the bottle and then at the glass. 

"You are kidding me, aren't you?"

Without a word I opened the bottle and poured all the cum into the pint glass, till it was filled up to the rim. Then I took the key to Dan's chastity belt and held it over it.

"And you know, what this is, right?" And I dropped the key into the glass. Dan's eyes were wide open and he still couldn't believe it. "First things first. If you want out of your chastity belt, you have to get the key out of the glass, by drinking all of it. If you spill one drop, you'll stay locked for another six months."

Dan was swallowing. "No way! You know, I won't do it..."

"Oh, in that chase I'll continue fucking your little pussy. And if you remember, there was much more cum in that bottle, when we left the show. If you don't drink it, I'll squirt nearly half a pint of that cum right into your arse..."

"You... you won't."

"I will." Then I put more lube onto the strapon and started to fuck him again.

It just took seconds, till Dan was moaning and begging in frustration again. I could hear him thinking, what would be the lesser of two evils. He was begging for a way out of all this, but no way in the world there was a way back. I had him exactly, where I wanted him to be and I was horny as hell, too. After another half an hour I felt like a real slutty bitch and with a big grin on my lips I said:

"Here we go, baby. Make your choice. I really can't hold it anymore. I have to cum, right now", I moaned in an artificial desperation just to tease Dan a little bit more. "One... two.... - oh, my god! Three... four... five... Oooohhh GOD! SIX.... SEVEN..."

"HNGH! STOP IT!" Dan was shouting at me. He couldn't take it anymore and the thought of having real cum in his arse, was worse than the thought of swallowing it. "I'll do it... I'll do it, if you never bring me in a situation like that again. Promise it!"

I knew that this would come, but for the moment I was fine with that. So I promised it, grabbed for the glass, brought it to Dan's mouth and kept fucking his pussy very slow.

"Here we go, sweetie. Don't spill a drop."

I couldn't believe it. There it was: The moment I was waiting for so long and I was in charge. It was up to me, how fast or slow he would drink the cum. How often he would have to sip. How often he would have to fight his own will before swallowing down this white, gooey semen. Of course he wanted to drink it down in one go, but I started with little tiny sips and verbally teased him that he should enjoy it and if he would love the taste of other men's cum. I came in a shivering orgasm, just watching him drinking the whole glass empty. He swallowed more cum in one go, than I did in my whole life. It was unbelievable. With the last bit he got the key for his belt into his mouth and I told him, to suck it clean. Then he spit it onto the pillow.

"That was disgusting! And now let me cum...", he demanded angry.

"Uh, uh, uh", I reminded him, "have you forgotten who is in charge. "And in the end you will get used to it", I whispered in his ear while picking up the key.

"What you are talking about?" Dan moaned, because I gave him a good thrust into his little pussy, before I reached around his hip and put the key into the lock of the chastity belt. And while I was undoing it, I explained Dan the whole situation he was in:

"Well - you said, you would do anything to have an orgasm, right?" Dan just moaned in frustration as he felt his cock being released of its cage and becoming rock hard in a second. I put the belt aside and started fucking him again. "And if you remember, I told you that drinking all the cum would be the price, to get your dick out of its cage, didn't I?" And while I was grabbing his cock and started to stroke it tantalizing slow, Dan stumbled:

" Ooooohhhh... myyyyy...god! Please... I... I can't take it anymore. Come on... finish me. Fuck me. Pleeaase! Oh my... - fuck!" I let his cock go and he nearly screamed, while Dan was humping the air in front of him, pushing my strapon into himself and against his prostate over and over again - but it didn't help. He couldn't cum. Just a big white stream of semen dripped down onto the plate and next to it.

"Mmhmmmm..." I was smiling like the greatest bitch ever. "You really... I mean, you REALLY have to cum, don't you?" Dan was nearly crying. "Tell you what – I promised you, I will never bring you into a situation like this again, but if you wanna cum and don't being locked up again for at least another six months, you have to give me one last promise, too."

"Anything", he whined. I grabbed his cock again and brought him right to the edge in less than three seconds. I made sure, that I barely touched him and that my strokes were so gentle that he just was riding it.

"From now on and whenever I want you to, you will consume every little drop of cum that is leaving your cock. You will lick it from my tits, my ass cheeks, legs and feet. You will drink it out of my fresh fucked pussy, a glass, my hands or what so ever. You will never hesitate and of course – you will swallow it."

"Hnghhh..." Dan couldn't take it anymore.

"One last thing – you will beg me to do so, whenever I tell you to do so. Promise it and I'll let you cum." This was the most important point for other plans, I had in mind for Dan. Anyway - he was really a wreck and so desperate to shoot his load that he agreed and promised everything I said. 

"And I have one last surprise for you", I whispered in his ear with a slutty voice. And while I tightened my grip around his cock and pumped it, like it would be the last time, I grabbed the pump of my squirting dildo with my left. And then he came. He came in an eruption. His whole body was shaking. And while he was screaming out all his lust and frustration in a big never ending relief, I fucked his arse and pumped all the leftover semen that was stored in the strapon into him. I came myself in a big shivering orgasm and with a wonderful feeling about the things, I was going to experience in the future.

But this was not the end of the story. I still had something to do:

While Dan was still tied up, the taste of semen in his mouth, big streams of cum running out of his little pussy and a plate full of his own cum underneath his dripping dick, his eyes were searching for mine and all he could say was:

"You are a fucking bitch!"

"And you never would like to have me different..." I answered with a big grin on my lips. I got up, put the plate onto the pillow and reminded Dan of the fact that he just gave me a promise and that we never have broken them in our relationship. And he did it. With the utmost reluctance he bent forward and licked it all up. I could feel my own juices running down my legs.

"Good boy", I smiled and went to the computer.

"What are you doing there?" he asked, "Come here and undo me." 

"Well", I said and started to upload the video to Carroll's email address. "I was just checking something." I turned around, gave Dan a wink and left the room, to get some ice out of the kitchen. When I came back, Dan asked me again, to undo him. "First things first", I told him and held the towel full of ice against his still erected cock. He protested, but he knew the position he was in. So I cooled him down and put the chastity belt back on. Then I untied him and told him, we would have a shower first, before we would go to bed. Of course I kept teasing him. While I was playing with his nipples and ass cheeks, I asked him, how it would feel to get so much sperm pumped into his ass and if he enjoyed drinking all that other men's cum. He just kept moaning all the time. He wanted to cum again, but I had other plans in my mind.

When we came back into the bedroom the smell of semen was still in the air. We laid down and I started to play with myself while licking on Dan's nipples to keep him horny. There he was. My fresh made little cumslut. From now on things would be different, but I wanted more of him. Playfully I stuck a finger deep into my dripping cunt and let him lick it clean:

"You know, if I wouldn't have given you a promise, it would be easy to get you into a similar situation again, don't you?"

"What kind of situation?" Dan was pulling on his cage. He was already full of lust again.

"Making you drink other men's cum", I whispered into his ear.

"No way in the world." Dan was shaking his head.

"Wanna bet?"

"No! Certainly not. Worse enough, that I gave you the promise to swallow my own cum and that every time."

"Oh, we could fix that up, if you want to, do you?"

"How?"

"Ok. Listen. If I manage, not just to make you drink other men's cum again, but also make you beg to do it and all this in between three months, then you will drink it directly from the source one day..." 

"WHAT?" Dan couldn't belief, what I was saying.

"Shhhhhhh... If I fail, then you will never have to have cum in your mouth again. How sounds that?"

"Never?"

"Never."

"Three months?" Dan looked very certain about that he couldn't lose this.

"Deal?" Still rubbing my clit, I was on the very edge of another orgasm and then again he pushed me over with saying only one word.

"Deal."



Lucy



To the readers...

This is not really the kind of story I write, even if somewhere in my head there appears to be an area reserved for this sort of mood that comes out in weird flashes of fantasy. Mostly very brief flashes.

I wrote this story in less than three days. It came to me while I was drunk and listening to a song. I don't even remember which song; I just remember a mood. This story came out fully formed from start to finish and flowed quite easily, vivid and seemingly tangible. It feels as though the words chose themselves, apart from a little editing done by me. Beyond that, there's not much to say about it, other than it feels weirdly quite personal to me.

But anyhow, I thought I'd share it and I hope you all enjoy it.

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I am 31 years old.

I'm in this bed and the only thing happening in my mind right now is a long back and forth over my entire life to all of these different moments I didn't even realise were stored in my memory. More than I could have imagined. The thing is, these aren't just moments that are spread out over everything in my life. This isn't me looking at all the squares of a blanket of memory wrapped around my entire being. This is me looking at a long silken scarf wrapped around my hand and her hand, trailing a link between us. The threads are fine and undamaged. They glow brighter than the blanket.

If the long silk scarf was ever a blanket, then all the squares were her.

I am thinking about this because I am 31 years old and I'm already close to death.

I know it's warm outside because all of the windows are open and I feel the slight breeze now and then on my arm. My arm looks thinner than it was; the muscle I'd spent months building up, finally disappearing fast. I feel weak in general.

The bed is comfortable enough for me to want to stay still. I feel warm here and almost safe. I did feel completely safe around thirty minutes ago but then she walked into the room. It's not quite an invasion. I'm too glad to see her for it to be an invasion. I'm just surprised because it feels like the scarf is stronger than ever before. It's blinding bright. She's looking at me and there's just the touch of a smile on her face.

I can't say anything after what she's just said to me and the reason for this is simple. I can't say anything because all of the memories of me and her that are streaming through my head right now would hijack my voice and start coursing through the air outside of me. She'd hear it all. She'd know how I felt too. I couldn't confirm that.

The trouble is, I've already been quiet so long by now that it's an answer in itself.

"It's okay," She says.

I just stare at her. Then I look at her girlfriend, Dana, who's sitting next to her and she's got this neutral expression on her face. She's looking at me really carefully. I don't know what to say to her and I can't even imagine what she's thinking. But to my surprise she gives me this slow, kind of awkward smile. She gets up and she walks over to me. I'm frightened at first, but that smile is genuine. It's warm and it's affectionate. She looks sad too.

She leans over and hugs me tight. I'm a little too weak to hug her back with any real pressure, but I try anyway. I manage to get my left arm up and over, slowly. I have to strain to do it and it hurts but it's worth it. I've missed her hugs.

I hear her whisper into my ear, "I'm going to leave you two alone to talk this out. Okay?"

She moves back and looks at me. It's all I need to know that she's not angry at me. She's still my friend. She'll be one of the people who'll miss me when I'm gone. I nod to her. She smiles and she leaves the room.

That leaves Lucy in the room with me. Lucy is sitting on the chair beside my bed and she's still looking at me. She looks as beautiful as ever. I try and think of the last time I saw her and it surprises me to know it's been four months. I suppose when you think about someone every day, it messes with your concept of time a little. Maybe that's all time is. It's just this flowing river we slow down by filling it full of stuff. Filling it with thoughts about people, about things. Filling it with memories; frozen snapshots of space-time getting distorted by all the things in it like black holes with their gravitational pulls.

Lucy has long, thick black hair and it's longer than I remember. Her eyes are a scary piercing green which make me think of cats because they're almost too bright to be human. Every time I see her eyes, I'm convinced she's looking past the face I present to the world. I told myself over and over that she couldn't see past it because I did absolutely everything I could to keep that part of myself hidden. But obviously I failed.

She's got pale skin and full lips. She's slim and she curves in some places. Most people might not look twice at her until she smiles. And then she's warm and inviting and she makes the air around her dull a little bit, just the right amount so that it's like she's tethered to the atmosphere around her and she's suddenly something a little more than she was before. Like she's more real, or something.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" She asks quietly. The smile is gone now. This is serious.

"Because it would have changed everything."

"You don't know that."

"Yeah, I do," I tell her. I try and put a bit of conviction into that. The truth is, I have no idea if it would've changed everything because despite the fact I've loved her for five years and known her even longer, she still manages to surprise me.

"No, you really don't."

I look down at my hands and make a fist. It feels weak. If I tried to hit anything with those fists, my fingers would probably break. The skin would bruise, maybe even cut. I'd feel that sharp shock of pain radiating around my knuckles as it shoots through my fingers, into my hand and wrist and maybe even up to my elbows. I relax my fingers and I look at them carefully.

It's funny. I always wanted to lose weight. Now that I have, I'd love to have it back.

"So, it's true then?" She asks. I sort of knew she'd do that. She needs me to say it to her so she knows it's coming from me.

I don't know if I'm quite ready to give up at this point. The memories are streaming back stronger all of a sudden and I'm thinking about when I first met her.

"You remember when we first met?" I ask.

She smiles. "Yeah. Of course."

"What do you remember about it?"

She frowns for a moment and then her eyes daze over for a few seconds while she thinks about it. She and I both know why she's taking her time. Memory is unreliable.

"We were learning about memory," She says.

I nod.

"We were learning about how inaccurate it could be."

"Yeah."

"You barely made eye contact at first. I had to instigate every bout of conversation we had in those two hours. It was strange. I wasn't used to that."

"Yeah. I think I was still getting used to the idea that you just started talking to me out of nowhere. Especially when we were supposed to be doing work."

"We got it done! In the end."

"We did."

"It didn't take long anyway. Not with the two of us. Super geniuses we are, after all," She says with a grin.

Just for a moment I feel like we're back in university together and she's trying to make a joke. Lucy seemed to be one of those people who only ever knew things we were supposed to learn for the classes until one day she decided to walk down with me to the main entrance and just to fill the silence, she started talking about all manner of things. The first time she walked with me, she decided to talk about that old question of whether a tree makes a sound if it falls in the woods and no one hears it.

Lucy wasn't trying to answer the question though. She was telling me about how pointless it was. Then she asked me what I thought. I told her that the tree made a sound. I remember her look at me at that point. She just shook her head and smiled and shrugged.

"Fine," She said. "The tree made a sound. But it's still a pointless question."

"Yeah, but everything is pointless. That's why everyone's so afraid of living. If they live, they think it's for nothing in the end, deep down."

"You really believe that?"

"I do."

"So you're a cynic."

"Maybe."

"How disappointing. There's so many cynics at uni. You'd think everyone here has already lived a lifetime."

"How long is a lifetime?" I asked.

"As long as it needs to be."

As long as it needs to be. I'm thinking about those words now as she's looking at me, the smile fading again. I know this means she wants me to say it to her.

So, I think about it again. I'm 31 years old and I'm close to death. And I'm in love with Lucy; a woman I'll never have and the only woman I ever wanted.

"So, I guess that's why you started avoiding me, hmm?" Lucy asks.

"Yeah, it is." It is an easy admission.

"I really missed you, you know?" Lucy says.

"I missed you too."

"It hurts to see you like this." She always was honest.

I don't know what to say to that. I could tell her it hurts to be like this but that might make it worse somehow. I'd rather just be frozen as an earlier memory, but even that's not really an option now. It's funny how when the person you love is in front of you, part of you still feels like you need to be this almost perfect being in their eyes, especially after they've seen all your failings and all the shit you carry around in your self. You want total acceptance. That's the perfect part. Acceptance is perfect; it's what makes us perfect.

I feel tired. I want to close my eyes and sleep but at the time I just want her image burned into my brain so I have this picture of her as she is now. She looks beautiful.

"How long have you been in hospital?"

"Nearly three months."

"About a month after we last saw each other then."

"Yeah."

"You could have rang me. Sent me an email. Something."

"I know."

She's quiet for a moment and I'm trying to figure out what she's thinking about. Just for a quick moment, her expression looks pained and she looks to the side at the floor like she's trying to hide it. But she makes it looks like a natural sort of fidget. It nearly works, too, but she's just not quick enough. She looks back at me, her face neutral again. I realise that she's hurting more than I thought.

I think back to the words she said right before Dana decided to give us space; I know you're in love with me.

"So..." She starts, but she goes quiet.

"Lucy..."

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"It's okay. I know how hard it must have been for you."

I don't know what she's referring to when she says that.

"How long... have you got?" She asks slowly. That must have been what she wanted to say before.

"Not long."

Her eyes fill with tears pretty quickly at that point, but they don't go down her cheeks. She nods, looking away just for a moment and then blinking, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. I hate seeing this happen.

"Happens to everyone, right?" I say. I don't know why I say this. It sounds inappropriate when it passes my lips.

But she simply looks at me and nods, wiping her eyes again and taking a deep breath to compose herself. She stands up and walks behind her chair and pushes it close to the bed so that it's nearly touching. Then she sits down again on the chair. Now she's much closer. Her knees are touching the bar right next to the mattress and her hands settle on the bed next to me. She leans forward a little.

She looks up at me and I'm seeing memories of a time when she was sitting next to me in the car while I drove her to get ice cream after she had a fight with her girl. She was so upset that day. In the memory I can see her looking out of the passenger side window with her hand against the window and her fingers making little patterns on the glass. In the memory her eyes are a bit red because she's been crying. In the memory, it's the first time she's called me up on the phone and stayed silent for a moment because she isn't sure what to say or how to say that she wants comfort and she wants it from me. In the memory, I can still hear the echoes of her voice asking if I can go and pick her up and take her for a drive. And I can still remember agreeing to do that because I wanted to see what she was like when she's sad. Isn't that a part of it? You want to see what someone's like in their entirety. You want to know if they're like what you imagined sometimes in the dark of the night, or if they're better or worse or totally different.

Lucy, when she's sad, is quiet and wistful. She looks into space and she's distracted by the tiniest of things and by the most fleeting of thoughts. She doesn't try to think her way out of being sad. She lets herself feel it because it's easier for her that way. It passes quicker. It makes her feel human.

She's looking at my hand now. I watch her hand reach out and tentatively grasp my fingers into a loose grip. I wonder if I feel cold to her. She certainly feels warm to my touch.

"So how long have you known?" I have to ask.

She shrugs. "I spoke about it to Dana. She kind of made me see it. Several weeks ago now, I guess."

"Oh." Maybe I hid it from her after all. But not from Dana.

"She's on the outside, after all. She saw things I wouldn't."

"Like what?" I'm too curious not to ask.

Lucy looks me full in the eye. "Like the way you'd look at me sometimes. You'd slip. She saw it and she didn't know whether to approach you or me. You're so fucking respectful that she just left it alone. You've never said or done anything inappropriate to me or her. She loves you for that, you know?"

"I did everything I could to hide--"

"I know. And she knows too. We don't care about that. Don't you get it? We care about this, right now. This; you being here."

Her touch feels like it's warming me up. It makes my hand feel less weak.

"When you started saying things like you were busy, you had things to do, you couldn't meet up, you had to rush off somewhere, all of that, all the time; that's when she decided she had to say something. I didn't believe her at first, I guess. And we didn't know you were ill," She says. She pauses for a moment and shakes her head. "You should have said. You should have."

"I wanted to."

"Why didn't you?"

"I don't know," I tell her. That is the truth, more or less.

"Okay."

"Sorry."

"No. Don't be."

"Okay."

The conversation has just the slightest touch of awkwardness. For a moment, I hate myself. I know it's there because I've been hiding from her. Hiding from myself, in a way. She breathes deep and keeps looking at my hand. One of her fingers strokes over one of mine. I feel a bit of pressure from it and I watch her fingertip slide along one of my fingers, up and down, almost like she's trying to feel something in it. It takes me a moment to realise she's thinking about how thin it's looking.

"I had this whole thing planned out," She says.

"What thing?"

"The things I was going to say if you confirmed it; how you feel about me. But you haven't said it yet. You haven't actually said it."

"If I say it, will you say the things you wanted to say?"

"I don't know if they'll come out how I want them to," She says. "Maybe it's better that way. I think when you want to say something to someone you really care about, maybe the best thing to do is not plan it so it comes out in a really honest way. What do you think?" She asks, looking up at me. Her fingers stop moving on mine.

"I think your idea has merit."

She nods in a non committal sort of way.

I know that once I say it, there's no taking it back. "So, Lucy... I've been in love with you for around five years." My heart is hammering when the words come out. As soon as they leave me, I have to breathe deep to calm myself down a little. It's hard to do that with how weak I'm feeling.

Of course, she notices all of this and her fingers grip mine tighter, as if she's trying to calm me.

"It's okay," She says. She said that before and I'm not sure now if she's saying it for me or herself. Maybe both.

My breathing is a bit better and my heartbeat is slowing down. My eyes close for a few seconds and I open them again when I feel her squeeze my hand.

"Hey, you okay?"

I nod at her. "I'm just tired. Really tired."

"You need to rest?"

"Kind of, I guess. I end up napping a bit a few times during the day."

"Okay."

I don't want her to leave but I have no idea how to say this.

"Well, you get some rest. I'm going to go and find Dana," She says. I feel a pang of sadness at this but then she carries on. "I'll get her to take a cab home and come back here." She pauses. "That's if that's okay with you." She seems nervous when she asks that.

I don't want to seem enthusiastic about the idea even when I feel it so strongly. I nod at her once. "That's fine."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

She doesn't say anything more than that as she stands up and walks to the door. Before she's even done closing it behind her, the world turns dark and I'm drifting...

I wake suddenly. There's a flash of memory or dream that sparks me out of sleep. For a few moments I'm in a daze and I'm trying to figure out where I am and then everything comes back to me. I look to my right. Lucy is in an armchair that she obviously had someone bring in from the day room. She is curled up in it, her hair splayed out over her cheek as it runs down her shoulder. She's sleeping peacefully.

For a while I watch her, wondering why she's here and when she will wake. Then I look at the time and realise that the nurse is coming in soon to take a record of my status. I don't know whether to wake Lucy to warn her of this. It doesn't matter a moment later as she stirs and slowly opens her eyes and looks at me.

It occurs to me then that the last few hours have actually happened. She moves her hair out of her face and keeps her head tilted, leaning on her arm. She's still looking at me.

I feel the urge to sit up and slowly I push my body up and forward. She gets up immediately and comes to my side, using her hands to steady me as I rise. She helps me.

"Hey," She says.

"Hi. I need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh. You need help?"

"One of the nurses will be in here pretty soon to take my obs. She'll help."

"I can help."

"No."

She slows for a moment and then thinks nothing of it. I'm sitting up now and Lucy moves away, but she doesn't go back to sit down. She stands there with her hands on the bed. "We need to talk, don't we?"

I guess that was always inevitable as soon as she walked into this room. All I can do is nod.

"Good."

The nurse comes in. She grins and moves around busily, equipment in her arms, greeting Lucy briefly and asking me how I'm doing. I tell her I'm as I always am. She nods and moves forward. She wraps my arm to take my blood pressure. Lucy moves back to remove herself from this scene between me and the nurse. She sits down on the armchair again and watches it all happen; a spectator.

My blood pressure is as expected. My oxygen levels are just about okay. I need to go to the bathroom, I tell the nurse. She says she'll send someone in to help me out within the next five minutes. I watch her leave the room and Lucy stands up again and comes to the bed.

"What do you want, Lucy?" I ask.

She looks at me in surprise.

"It's not that I don't want you here," I try and explain. "It's just that... I don't really know how to deal with this situation. I don't know what you want. I don't know what I want. I feel confused. I feel kind of lost. And I don't know what you want to say or do and I have no idea how to be here with you when I'm so aware of you knowing how I feel about you. I need guidance."

Lucy's about to say something to this but another nurse comes in. She moves out of the way for him and stays silent while he helps me up onto my feet. It hurts. I have to put my weight on him and he helps me hobble across to the door of the bathroom. It's awkward. He helps me sit down and then leaves. I know he's waiting right outside. I do what I need to do and I can hear him chatting to Lucy. I call out to let him know I'm done. I'm helped back to the bed and while I'm walking, while I'm climbing back into bed, I'm looking at Lucy and she's looking at me. The nurse leaves and Lucy comes to sit by my bed again. She looks at my legs and nearly reaches out to touch them.




Lucy



This woman is my best friend. No, this woman was my best friend. I started destroying that friendship and I have only myself to blame.

"You've lost so much weight," She says.

"Didn't even have to go to the gym to do it."

She smiles at the stupid joke. "How can you make jokes at a time like this?"

"That's all I have left," I tell her. "A sense of humour."

"Not even dignity?" She asks. It's supposed to be a joke.

I shrug.

Her smile disappears. I can tell she's feeling the strain maybe as much as me. She doesn't know what to say or do. This is unfamiliar and the discomfort is hard to see. I don't know any more whether I want her gone or to stay.

"Guidance," She says quietly. "The truth is, I have no idea how to handle this either."

"That makes the two of us then."

"But I want to tell you what happened."

"What happened? When?"

"Last three months or so. When you started getting busy. Busy," She adds with a sarcastic tone.

"Busy dying?"

She frowns at me. "Don't say it like that. I still feel a bit put off with you for not telling me."

"Sorry."

"Dana noticed first, you know? I think she's known for years."

I feel awkward hearing this. It must show on my face because she shakes her head reassuringly.

"It's okay," She says. It feels like she keeps saying that. But it's not okay. Nothing is okay. "She was fine with it."

"Yeah, you said that earlier too, I think."

"She hates this too; seeing you like this."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Lucy is quiet for a few moments. Then she shrugs. "Because I feel like I need to."

I'm hit by a stream of memories again. This time she's sitting in the beanbag I used to have in my bedroom near the window. I'm at my desk and I've got music playing. I'm also very stoned and so is Lucy. It's the music that's the important part because all I can do is watch her. She's got her eyes closed and there's this small smile in the corner of her mouth and she's just swaying side to side, a real sway with rolling shoulders dipping rhythmically and her head turning side to side. There's something erotic about it.

In the memory she opens her eyes briefly and looks at me. She doesn't stop swaying to the music. I'm sitting dead still and all I can do is stare as she links her eye-line to mine before she closes her eyes again, smiling all the while. And because I'm so stoned and the music is there filling the air, it's like a trigger for a firestorm of emotion and thought inside my mind. In my memory, there are hallucinations and they're covered with vivid feeling and thought and they're so strong, I don't know where the hallucination ends and where the memory begins. In my memory of this hour, Lucy is swaying, but she's also looking at me and she's standing up and she's walking over to me and she isn't quite solid. She wavers and vibrates. The lines that give her definition against everything else, are moving in and out of frenzied vibrations like she's phasing in and out of my reality. That's the Lucy that I'm imagining and hallucinating. The real Lucy is still sitting and swaying with her eyes closed and the smile on her lips.

In my memory, my hallucination of Lucy is taking my hand and bringing it up to her face so that I can stroke her cheek and her jawline and let my fingertips trip a trail down her neck. And she's tilting her head back with her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open. The pulse is racing in her neck and her skin is warm and growing red. In my memory, my hallucination of Lucy is leaning forward to touch her forehead to mine and move her lips to touch mine. All of this is so slow and because its so slow, it's like there's enough time to flood with tons of emotions. Emotions with real weight that press down on me and her and light our lips on fire. Emotions with fields of energy of their own and my emotional field is extending beyond my physical body and touching her emotional field. In my memory, my hallucination of Lucy is giving me this sad smile after kissing me. A smile that says it isn't real and it will never be real.

In my memory, my hallucination of Lucy is suddenly no longer there because the song's ending and Lucy's swaying is slowly coming to an end. In that memory, I close my eyes so I can see nothing but darkness and it feels like I'm falling through space, down as far as I'll go and more.

I open my eyes. Lucy is looking at me with a worried expression on her face.

"What is it?" I ask.

"You fell asleep again. Or passed out. I don't know, but I called the nurse. She said you'd just fallen asleep. It just didn't feel like that to me."

"How long?"

"Twenty minutes or so."

"Oh."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I was thinking about memories."

"What about them?" Lucy asks, her voice now a bit calmer.

"Some of them are painful," I tell her. "It's funny how some of the painful ones hurt because of things we never expected."

"What do you mean?"

"Just that sometimes the pain comes from the way we think about a memory rather than what's in it." I don't even know if I'm explaining myself very well.

But Lucy ignores it and she asks again, for the second time today, "How long have you got?" This time her voice is stronger and she's got a slight frown. She's scared. And I know it's because of how I drifted away and fell asleep.

This time I'm straight with her. "Three or four weeks at most."

Her face takes on this expression I've rarely seen. She looks away from me, but only to look past me. She tightens her jaw and takes a really deep breath. I want to comfort her so badly but I don't want to touch her. Touching her will just make it all seem so much worse. Touching her will mean I have something to miss even more. Her eyes are wet with tears and this time they flow freely down her cheek and she doesn't even wipe them. She's still looking past me and I can only imagine that everything she's seeing is blurred.

"Lucy?" I say, but I don't know what to say after that. I just like saying her name. The name itself was nothing to me until I met her. Now it's a name that has all manner of associations. I look at her face and now I can see she's angry at me.

She looks at me and wipes her tears, but more come out. She wipes those and starts to compose herself. I want to hold her but I have no idea how to say that or show it and it seems wholly inappropriate to even think it.

"Three or four weeks," She repeats.

"Yeah."

"You fuck. Were you ever going to tell me?"

I think about lying but there's nothing left and it makes lying seem pointless. "No. I wasn't."

"I had to find this out from your mother, you know?"

"I know."

"Why the fuck weren't you going to tell me?"

"Because I couldn't handle it, Lucy."

"Handle what?"

"The idea that your last few memories of me were going to be as I am now. Just this body wasting away by himself in this room."

Lucy's eyes soften.

"Lucy, I love you so much. And I feel like all I've done is effectively lie to you for the last few years. I've been a friend, fine, but knowing I felt so much more than that and hiding it from you? After a while it just... It's too much, you know? When I found out I was dying, I just thought, that maybe, maybe I could just cut everyone off. Especially you. That I'd just put myself here and die alone because that seemed so much easier than having people watch me die slowly, remembering every fucking little thing. Remembering that I couldn't even lift my own arms for long. That I can't even stay awake for long. And the memories! God, Lucy, the memories. So many of them. I didn't even realise someone could do that; someone could hold so many memories of one person. So many of them that just appear in the mind and move on and keep flowing and I just don't know how to stop it. So much that they make me feel..."

It's an effort to speak and I have no idea what I was trying to say. I just need her to understand that this is me and I can't help how I feel. And I still don't know if I want her gone or if I want her here. Both. I want both. But you can't have both; you can only have both when it's a fantasy.

She moves forward and sits on the bed, just on the edge, next to me so that the side of her thigh is touching mine. She's looking down at me and her tears are still fresh on her cheek.

"I wish..." She says. She goes quiet and wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt until her tears are gone.

I have this memory then, of her wiping her eyes in the same way. In the memory she's sitting on a bench in a park and I'm next to her. We're looking down the hill at the children in the nearby play area. We're both silent and she's more intent on them than I am and when I finally ask her if she's okay, she nods and smiles. When I ask her if she's sure, she quietly says that she can't have children. In the memory I'm silent because I have no idea what to say to that and she says nothing else but that doesn't matter so much because when she starts to cry, I move to her and put my arms around her. I try not to think about the weight of her head on my shoulder and the smell of her hair and the pressure of her arms around my body. When she finally lets go, she wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. She tells me she's barren. And she leaves it at that. I don't say anything.

I remember another time suddenly where Dana is present and she's sitting between me and Lucy on a sofa at a party. Dana is smiling at me and asking if I'm okay because I've been so quiet for the last hour and I tell her I'm just tired. In the memory, Dana leans back. Lucy is looking at Dana and she's smiling and she moves back as well so she can put her head on Dana's shoulder and Dana puts her arm around Lucy.

In the memory they are in love, as they are now, as they have been since before I knew either of them. And just for one brief moment, I want to feel that love.

Dana knew first, Lucy told me. Dana knew how I felt about Lucy. I don't know how long she's known. I wonder, for a moment, if she knew at that party; if she sat between us because she knew. But those kind of thoughts are fruitless. Dana has never acted untoward; she's always been warm with me.

I realise, as much as I am sorry for not telling Lucy I'm ill, it doesn't mean I want her there.

"I wish..." Lucy says again. I'm away from those memories and I'm looking at her. She's looking at me as she speaks. "I wish I could be the person you want me to be. I wish I could be the person who loves you in the same way you love me. I wish I could be the person who shows you that you don't have to be alone when you..." And she trails off because she still can't bring herself to say it.

"You've already shown me so much, Lucy. You have no idea the difference you've made to my life."

"You've made a huge difference to mine too," Lucy says.

She doesn't really understand, I think. Until Lucy, I had never been in love.

She's almost about to say something else but the door opens and the nurse comes in. Lucy turns to look at her and the nurse says that visiting hours are over. Lucy has around five minutes to leave, if she can. Lucy nods and thanks her and when the nurse leaves, Lucy's looking at me again.

"You better go," I say.

"I'll come and see you tomorrow."

"No."

"What?"

"Please, Lucy. Just don't."

"But--"

"Just leave. I don't want to see you again."

As much it hurts to say those words, the effect on her is more painful. Her expression shows no traces of anger, just anguish. She shakes her head like this isn't happening. She stammers once as she stands up and turns away toward the door. She stops and turns back to me.

"You're just saying this because you're hurting. You don't mean it," She says.

"The least you could do, Lucy, is respect my wishes. Right?" Respecting someone's wishes is a big thing for Lucy.

It's the longest few seconds of my life before she responds; it's strange how time fucks with you. She simply gives up. She doesn't even speak. She nods and then turns around and walks out of the room.

For the first time in years, I feel like crying but there aren't any tears left.

In the darkness of the night I wake a few times and I'm full of regret. But what's done is done; I wonder if that thought means I've let everything go. Deep down I know this is another lie. You don't let go of things like that; not that easily.

I close my eyes. With my eyes closed I can see the full burning glow that is Lucy and that's when I know I've done something very wrong. And I fall asleep wondering if I can fix this...

The next morning my mother is there. She does her usual thing with straightening up the room a little and sits down by my bed and sighs.

"So what happened yesterday?" She asks.

"Why did you tell her?"

"Because she asked. I assumed she knew already. But when she said she hadn't seen you for so long, well, I had to tell her, didn't I?"

"I didn't want her to know."

"Why? Because it means you feel alive for a little while before you finally go?"

I don't know what to say to that. I wonder if my mother is right. Is that one of the reasons?

"I think about her all the time," I say.

She sighs again and nods. "Yeah, I know. That's natural. But, I'll tell you something else; if you ignore it, if you just decide you're going to pretend she doesn't exist, then you're leaving life in a horrible way. You're leaving it in denial, in regret, in anger at yourself. That's how I feel about that."

"Thanks for that, Mum."

Then her expression is sad and she takes my hand. She says nothing for a few moments and shakes her head. "Sorry. I didn't... God, I don't even know what to say. I didn't mean it like that. I'm just... I don't know. She's your best friend. I thought at least she'd give you some kind of comfort that none of us could. I don't know."

"I don't know either."

She squeezes my hand and moves forward to hug me. She leaves a couple of hours later after we watch a film. The nurse comes in and takes my blood pressure and checks my pulse and oxygen levels. Another nurse comes in and helps me with going to the bathroom. When I'm out, before he leaves, he turns and tells me he forgot to say someone is here to see me.

I'm not expecting anyone. My visitor of the day has already been and gone. I tell him it's fine to send whoever it is into the room. I wonder if it's Lucy. But it isn't. Dana walks into my room, smiling. She sits on the chair next to the bed and says hello. I'm too surprised to say anything back at first.

"It's customary to greet someone when they greet you," Dana tells me.

"Hi."

"How you doing?"

"The same."

"Yeah. I hope you don't mind me being here."

"I... What are you doing here?"

"I came to see my friend. That and since you've forbidden Lucy to come and see you, she's been incredibly upset and she's being all honourable and stupidly forthright about respecting your wishes and so it falls to me to report to her everything that's going on with you."

I always thought Dana was the more emotional one, but the way she's sitting there makes me realise maybe I had her slightly wrong. Her expression is completely calm. The smile hasn't gone from her face. She hasn't broken eye contact. Her tone of voice has been measured and level the entire time, except... except I'm sure there was just the touch of sarcasm. Or maybe it was steel.

"Here's the thing," She says. "I love you nearly as much as she does and I'm not her. So you can tell me I'm not allowed to come and see you, but you can be certain I'm not going to listen. For your sake and mine. And Lucy's."

Definitely steel. I don't want to argue with her and truth be told, Dana's presence is comforting. I'm surprised at this. I'm surprised I don't feel awkward.

"How long have you known, Dana?" I have to ask.

Her eyes are suddenly softer and her tone of voice follows suit. "Oh, I don't know. Three years? Something like that. It seemed obvious after a while."

"You never said anything."

"How could I? You could've denied it. It could've changed things. She's happy around you, you're happy around her and I'm happy around you. Maybe it wasn't the best thing to do, keeping quiet, but the alternative seemed much worse. And I suppose, I always thought you'd move on eventually."

"So did I." I hesitate. "And I've always been happy around you too."

Dana nods. "I have to admit, at first I was a little... I don't know. I was worried, I guess. About how you felt, but--"

"I never said or did anything inappropriate."

Dana smiles. "I guess Lucy already said."

"Thanks."

"For?"

"For not being angry at me."

"How can I be angry at you for the way you feel? It's not like we can control it, can we?"

"No."

"Though you're trying to do that, aren't you? By keeping Lucy away?"

"... I suppose."

"I think if I was in your position, I might do the same."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. Except, eventually, I'd realise it was a stupid thing to do."

I can't help but smile at this. Dana smiles back. I remember a time when me and Dana spent the day together. In the memory we're walking down a high street, window shopping, looking for a good place to buy Lucy's birthday present. It's a strange day. It's a strange feeling knowing she wants my help in choosing. But this is around the time when I'm starting to get to know her, so I haven't learnt yet how similar Dana and I when it comes to some things.

"I used to worry that you were hurting from seeing me and her together," She says quietly.

I shake my head at this. It never hurt, exactly. It just made me see what I didn't have and what I'd never have. That's just how it is. I shake my head at this and I try and sit up, using my arms to push forward. Just like Lucy did, Dana stands up and grips my arm and helps me.

"Thanks."

"She's really hurting," Dana says. "You mean a lot to her."

I don't want to talk about this, but I get the feeling Dana won't leave it alone. "Dana, what am I supposed to do?"

"Tell her it's okay for her to see you."

I say nothing. Maybe it is stubbornness. Maybe I'm more stupid than I've ever been in my life but the thought of spending time with Lucy just feels too far away to be possible now. I didn't think it was possible to be this confused about anything, ever. I stay silent in the hope that Dana will just leave it alone. She's sitting again and I'm giving my body time to get used to sitting up. I flex my arms and legs just a little bit, enough to feel like I'm getting a stretch. But I'm so weak, that after a couple of minutes, I fall back against the bed again. My body hurts a bit.

Dana hesitates for a moment after seeing me sink back. "Your mum didn't really tell us what was going on with you."

"It's everywhere now."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Started out in my neck, in my brain. Now it's spreading around my body."

Dana hesitates again. Then she says, "It seems wholly inappropriate to just say I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"Will you at least think about what I said?"

I nod. I can tell she wants me to say something more committed but I can't say anything. She leaves it alone. It's another hour or so before she leaves and I'm drifting in and out of sleep.

... ... ... ... ...

It doesn't take another three or four weeks. Somewhere in the space of a week or so, I start thinking I am losing my mind. Dana visits every day. By the third day she stops asking about bringing Lucy in. I can't face Lucy. I hate myself for it, but I can't do it. By the fifth day my headaches are shorter but more frequent. My body aches. The world seems darker. I keep my eyes closed sometimes just because it's easier to live in my own head.

Behind my closed eyes, there are entire storms; flashes of memories, deluges of thoughts, hurricanes of emotions just howling at me. It feels real. It feels solid. The storms flicker and rage and sometimes they quieten so much, I begin to wonder if I'm near the end. I begin to wonder if I've had my last thought or felt my last feeling.




Lucy



Occasionally the storms are strong enough that I have no choice but to open my eyes and stare. The ceiling is plain and white. The light that comes in sometimes through the window is dulled. Occasionally I realise that the room light is on. I get confused. I'm not sure where I am for a minute here or there. Sometimes I hear whispers and I turn my head but there's nothing there. I hear long lost whispers of memories and little regrets, but they're so faded that there's nothing really to hold onto.

Sometimes I look at my hands and make fists. I try and claw the bed just to feel like I'm on something solid. Like I'm not just on air.

Dana and my mother are here on the fifth day and they're silent. Dana is here on the sixth day and she's mostly silent. In the evening she speaks to me. I hear her words and I want to answer and when I do, I say little. I don't really know what I say. Darkness comes and goes and every time it goes, Dana is there, sitting by my side, her face slowly showing the wear and the exhaustion and the growing sadness. Sometimes I see her on the armchair and she's texting on her phone and I know she's telling Lucy how I am. I can already see the time coming where I'll wake one day and I might see Lucy's face instead of Dana. But how many days left?

It's the seventh day and Lucy is there.

She's standing by the window, looking at me. She's keeping her distance.

I think I'm sweating but I don't know if it's because I'm hot or my body is just going haywire or because I'm nervous. I drift away. When I'm back, Dana is next to my bed and my mother is next to her. Lucy is still by the window, looking at me. It's like seeing a ghost at the end of the room except somehow, she's far more real than my mother and Dana. Lucy is solid where the air wavers and seems thin. Lucy is solid where other things in front of me might as well be intangible wisps of darkness trying to press down on me. Lucy is beautiful.

The light outside is red and a memory takes over and suddenly I'm somewhere else. In my memory I'm in a green field. The sky is an orange red. The red is almost the shade of rich blood because of the smog in the distance and the dark streaks of cloud high above. The colours are like layers of warm. Layers of rich blood and fire and the in-betweens.

Lucy is in the green fields with me. She's just taken a picture of a group of our friends under a colossal tree. They are laughing and joking and Dana is amongst them. They don't leave the tree straight away. Lucy is standing with me because that's how it always works out when there are groups of us out and about; she's either with me or Dana. In the memory, I watch them talk amongst each other, some of them touching the tree and attempting to climb it and some of them falling onto the grass, while some of them sit against the trunk. Lucy takes another picture of them. She takes her third picture of just Dana and shows me. Dana looks stunning. Her thick hair is cascading down one shoulder and her big brown eyes are prominent even at this distance.

Lucy whispers so that her whisper merges with the breeze and just for a brief moment I wonder if its carried to Dana. Lucy whispers, "One day, I'm going to marry her."

And my heart breaks even though I knew it was inevitable. It hammers and pulses like a rapid drum beat and I feel the pain inside it like tiny sparks tripping a wire. I force myself to smile at Lucy but she hasn't even looked at me. She's looking at Dana, who looks up at her and smiles back before turning to one of our friends.

And the sun sets and everything is going dark. I'm confused because that was real and vivid and surely I was there and not back here in the hospital room. But I'm smiling now and the heart-break is nearly gone.

My mother and Dana are blurred and peripheral and at the end of the room, Lucy stands watching me. I know she's going to be fine. No matter what happens to me, I mean little in the end. Lucy will be fine and happy and Dana will be there with her. Lucy will spend the rest of her life being loving and loved and that's all I need to know.

I'm smiling as I fall asleep again and in the dream that comes there's a figure but I don't know who it is. I wake sometime later. My mother and Dana are still there. Lucy is not in the room.

"We have to leave," My mother says. "I want to stay though. They said I can stay if I want to."

She's asking for my permission. Do I want to be alone? No. I want Lucy, but I can't bring myself to say it.

"I'll be fine, Mum."

She frowns but nods and leans down to kiss my forehead. She waits by the door while Dana kisses my forehead and stops to look at me. She looks upset. She thinks this is it. My mother and Dana walk out together. For a moment I wonder where Lucy is and I want to see her standing by the window again. I turn my head to the side and before I know it, I've plunged into darkness again and that figure is there with her hand stretched out toward me. It makes me wonder if this is the comfort I've rejected in life. It makes me wonder if it's only to be found in my dreams. I don't know who this figure is but her hand looks familiar and I take it into my own. It's warm and soft. She holds my hand firmly and it feels like I'm being infused with a bit of life.

The figure squeezes my hand and I wake.

It's dark now. The soft glow of the bed lamp is the only source of light and my right hand is in someone's hand. The clock on the wall tells me it's after midnight. I feel weak. I breathe slow. My body hurts, all of it except my hand and head. The hand squeezes again, gently this time and I realise I haven't even looked up at her.

Lucy is standing by my bed with my hand in her hand. Lucy looks beautiful and sad. Lucy's going to marry Dana one day and they'll have children. Lucy's going to love them with the depths of the oceans just like she loves Dana with the fire of the sun. Lucy is going to live her life as full as she can. Lucy's going to teach her children what it means to be tolerant and what it means to love and what it means to take responsibility and accept that your actions have consequences. Lucy will teach them the power to say 'No;' the most powerful gift anyone could give someone. Lucy will be wise and fair. Lucy will age and wither and die, but that will be at the end of a long, long life.

I am 31 years old and I am close to death.

I am closer to death now than I have ever been and with each second that passes, time stretches and all I can do is lose myself in the sensation of being here, of feeling her hand, of feeling the air on me. All I can do is lose myself in knowing I breathe and my heart beats.

I am close to death and I am alone here with Lucy. I am aware that months of evasion were for nothing. I am aware that the last week happened but Lucy experienced it too because Dana told her everything that went on. Everything. I can see that in her eyes.

"Hello," She says. "You were breathing funny. I got worried."

And this time there's only one thing I have to say. "I'm so, so glad you're here." It comes out in a rasping whisper. My mouth is dry.

Lucy walks over to my other side and I watch her all the while. She takes hold of my body and pulls me to the left a little. It doesn't take her long; I am light. I help a little, unsure of why she's doing it, but willing to submit. I strain with my arms to help her move my upper body towards the left, across the bed. I strain with my legs too, when she takes hold of them. She walks back to my right.

"I told the nurses I wanted to stay the night. Your mother made sure I could," She tells me.

She sits on the bed on my right, where there is now space enough for another body. She leans down to take her shoes off. Then she gets onto the bed and lies down next to me. I have never imagined she would lie next to me. She turns on her side to face me. She puts her body up against mine. Her left hand takes my right hand and her right hand rests on my chest for a moment before she moves it up to brush against my neck.

I swallow at the touch. My head is turned to look at her and I can't stop staring. I've never felt so awake in the last few months. Lucy stares at me and her fingers slowly stroke my neck. Lucy's eyes fill with tears and she blinks to get them out, momentarily wiping her face against my arm.

"I couldn't leave you alone," She says. "I couldn't do that to my best friend. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I want you here."

She nods once, moving her head forward a little so her chin is on my shoulder.

"I love you," I say.

"I love you too."

"I'm tired."

"I know."

I'm close to death and I'm no longer the only one who knows it. Lucy will stay with me for every moment.

"I need to close my eyes," I tell her.

"I'm right here, I promise. I'm not going anywhere."

"Night, Lucy."

"Goodnight, darling."

I close my eyes and it's dark. And Lucy's there and she's holding my hand and her hand is warm and we're standing in green fields and the sky is blood and warmth and her hand is warm...



Lucy



 Edited by Finchley

It's my first story all persons are older than 18

*****

I would start with us standing close, my right hand gently touching your face, tilting your face up to mine (I am much taller than you) so I can kiss you. Kissing is where everything starts, I like to kiss a certain way. Softly, gently exploring your lips and your mouth. I would love it if your hair was up too. Allows me easy access to your neck and throat.

Understand for me it's not always the destination but the journey that I enjoy. I would also like to undress you myself, there's no rush and you're a beautiful woman. I would move my lips to your chin and jaw next, then that spot beneath your ear. I would then turn you around with your back to me and kiss the base of your neck. 

Then the fun starts.

All this time my hands have been on your hips. Now I slowly move them around to your stomach and head to your breasts. Exploring as I go I gently palm the underside of your breasts and run my thumbs over your hopefully erect nipples. 

Mmmm heaven.

Part two 

That girl's seduction continues. You will find I will make some assumptions and observations just from what you have said. Feel free to correct me if I am wrong.

You have been happy until now to let me do as I want, you have been quite passive and I know this is not your way. You grab my hands and start to attempt to undo the buttons in your shirt, but I won't have that and gently place your hands at your side.

I whisper in your ear, "Be still Lucy I want to explore."

Your breath quickens as I slowly undo the buttons, starting at the bottom and working my way up. I am gentle but firm as I finally undo the last button. Being taller I can see your cleavage over your shoulder. Very nice. Your shirt hits the floor quickly as I want to see more.

My hands roam over the naked flesh between your jeans and your bra, your skin is soft with goose bumps appearing. You show your impatience by moving your hands back and grabbing my hips. You grind against me and I see a little smile when you discover my arousal. I move my hands under the cups of your bra and feel the soft pliant skin of your breasts all the while kissing your neck. You shudder at my touch. I remove my hands from your boobs, you make a little whining noise until you feel me undo the clasp on your bra. I move the straps down your shoulders and you lift your arms so it falls to the ground.

I know you want to be in control and this must be torture for you, but I give you no chance to take over as I continue. I feel behind me for the kitchen chair; once found I spin you around, I look into your eye and see desire. I look at your breasts and smiling bring my fingers to your erect nipples. I give them a little tweak and you moan in response.

I sit in the chair and pull you down until you're sitting on my lap facing me, your breasts at face level. I lean in and slowly run my tongue over your right nipple. You give a little shudder as encouragement, so I move to the left one and gently start to suckle, all the while my hands roaming over your back and your butt. You place your arms either side of my head and pull me into your breasts. I allow this for now as I use my lips, tongue and teeth to gently tease you. I pull away and pull you into a passionate kiss that leaves us both a little breathless. As I kiss you my hands wander to your jeans and slowly un-pop the button and work on your zipper. You are grinding on my cock all the while.

I stand you up and spin you around, my lips on your neck, my hands on your hips. My right hand travels to your panties, and I slowly start to...

Part three

You grab my hand just as I slip it under your panties. I tell you, "No Baby I won't hurt you." You move your hand and I continue to explore. I know you are turned on, I can smell you, that sweet musky smell I love so much.

I start to move your jeans down your hips being careful to leave your underwear in place. You kick your jeans off and stand before me in just a pair of pants.

God you're beautiful.

You try to undo my jeans.

Not yet baby I have more to explore. I run my fingers on the outside of your pussy and feel your wetness. I run my fingers over your clit and you sag against me. You spread your feet for me and I tease your lips with my fingers. You grind against my hand wanting penetration.

Again, not yet.

I back you against the kitchen bench then smile as I slowly work my way to my knees, kissing your breasts and stomach on the way down. You look apprehensive. I slowly push my face against your pussy and run my tongue over it through your panties. You put your hand on the counter to steady yourself.

I run my hands under the back of your pants and cup your ass cheeks. Yum. I work your pussy through your pants but I want more. I know you don't like to take your underwear off so I pull them aside and run my tongue over your labia. I hook one of your legs over my shoulder, I want deeper. I start sucking your clit as I insert two fingers into your wet pussy. You grab my head and grind my face as you ride my fingers, moaning softly. You taste so good and I love to eat pussy.

You push me away, all flushed and panting, a smile on your face. I stand and kiss you, my face covered in your juices.

We try to devour each other. You're not idle during this time, your hands are on my belt, you undo my jeans. Your hand wraps around my cock. You pull away from me and go "God it's so thick."

The final act

You push my jeans and underwear down and stand back to look at me I see a twinkle in you eye and know you approve.

You move to me drawing me into a passionate kiss, your hand back on my hard member. It's my turn to moan into your mouth as we kiss.

God I want you now.

You smile and push me back into the kitchen chair. You give me your 'it's my turn to play' smile and start to get on your knees, oh god yes I want you to, but I stop you before you can, my need is too great.

I pull you onto my lap my hands on your butt placing you so your wet pussy is resting on my hard cock. The only thing stopping penetration are your flimsy panties. God, so close. I look in your eyes, we mirror each other's lust. I kiss you hard no longer able to be gentle with you. You lean back with my arms supporting you, I watch as you reach down. You lift slightly as you pull your pants aside with one hand and then use the other hand to rub my hard cock along your pussy.

You close your eyes as you place the head at your opening and slowly sink down on my shaft.

My god it's so tight, it's good that you are so wet. You look into my eyes and slowly ride up and down my shaft slowly working half my length in your pussy. I see the twinkle in your eye now, our roles have changed, you're in control. As you slowly ride me I take you nipple into my mouth and start to suck. I can't get enough of your tits, they are fantastic.

You must like this as you start to fuck me, your head thrown back, your eyes glazed over, lost in your own passion. "God it's so good" I groan at the way it feels to be inside you. You look at me and smile. You stop moving. Then you slam my length into you until you bottom out.

Your eyes grow large from the feeling of fullness, you sit on my lap impaled on my hard cock, both of us looking at the other not moving, waiting for you to get used to my thickness. I lean forward and kiss you gently.

I whisper in you ear, "Lucy please fuck me baby, I need you so badly."

You start to ride me, your face is so flushed and you're breathing har "Oh god yes, Rob" you say. It feels so good I am going to cum all over you. I can't just sit there any longer I grab your hips and start thrusting up to meet you. We are now running on instinct and desire, it's a race to cum.

"God baby, I'm so close, hurry please" I say. You smile at me and tell me you're nearly there. I take a nipple in my mouth to help you along as I suck you start to come, riding me harder. It's too much I can't take it any more and my orgasm hits me while you're still coming.

It feels like it lasts forever, finally you collapse, your head against my neck as I hold you close, our hearts still pounding wildly.

All I can think is, "Holy damn, what a little fire cracker this girl is."



Lucy



Lucy was a girl in college. She was the girl every guy had wet dreams about. To make things worse she would flirt with all of the boys, accidently hitting your cock with her school bag, bending over in front of you and flashing her big round tits. Jack was one of many boys who had to endure this treatment and one day he decided to take action. 

Lucy walked up to Jack. Twirling her hair round her finger like a little girl she said, "Hey Jack, I'm so tired after PE. I didn't have breakfast, I feel like I'm gonna faint" faking a swoon so Jack had to catch her. "Do you think you'd be kind enough to get me a drink, I don't think I could manage walking to the other side of the school to the water fountain?"

Lucy pulled her blouse down revealing her cleavage. She gave Jack a fake smile, thinking how wonderful it was that she could use all of the boys in the school as her slaves.

Jack took the bottle and filled it up, concealing his joy, this was the perfect time to execute the plan he'd been thinking about for weeks. He slipped some white powder into her drink, giving it a shake to mix it in.

He walked back to Lucy and said, "You don't look too good. Shall I walk you home?" Lucy agreed and walked home drinking greedily from the bottle. "This is brilliant!" thought Jack. Within five minutes the drug had taken effect, Jack caught her and carried her to a car.

By the time Lucy woke up she was very confused, what she didn't know was that Jack had tied her up naked so her cunt was right next to a glory hole, he had already jacked off looking at her naked body. Jack heard her scream and thought, "Finally, now the fun starts!" he went into the room Lucy was in.

"Jack you fucking bastard!"

She couldn't say anything else as Jack's hand was over her mouth.

"I will give you one chance, shut your fucking mouth!" Jack took his hand off her mouth and she was silent. "Good bitch," Jack twisted one of her nipples suddenly. Lucy squeaked. "Have it your way then," Jack gagged her mouth,"These are the rules, your body is here for my enjoyment only, I will give you pleasure only if it gives me pleasure in doing so, if i decide to take your gag off then you will address me as master, you have no name now, you are my bitch!" Jack smiled down at his bitch who was wriggling, trying to get out of her bonds.

Jack exited the room and went into the room next door. He looked through the glory hole at his bitches cunt. "Better get this pussy ready to fuck,". He lowered his mouth to her cunt. The next sensation Lucy felt was completely unexpected, she didn't know about the glory hole and suddenly she felt Jack's wet tongue flick her clit, her back arched instantly and she let out an uncontrollable moan.

Jack alternated between flicking her clit and circling around it he then slowly moved his tongue downwards and started tongue fucking her quickly. Lucy felt an orgasm rising and against her will her pussy was pressing against Jack's tongue, she was ashamed of how her body was betraying her. Jack put a finger in her cunt, "Boy this is a tight cunt!" he said to himself, "Bitch, it's time for me to fuck this tight cunt which is now mine!" he shouted at the wall between him and his bitch.

Lucy was squirming and trying to squeal through her gag. Jack noticed this and smiled, it would make revenge all the sweeter. Jack got out his fully erect dick which stood at nine inches. He rubbed it up and down his bitches cunt, enjoying the way she squirmed even more trying to get away, up and down, up and down suddenly he shoved his dick the whole way into her cunt and was surprised when he felt her cherry pop. The scream Lucy made was so loud it could be heard through the gag. Jack fucked her hard and fast feeling the warmth around his dick, feeling her squirming and seeing the blood from her hymen dripping down his dick. 

Lucy was hating the experience so when Jack came inside her she was glad it was over. Or was it. On the other side of the wall Jack was wheeling a machine over to the glory hole. He turned the machine on and set it on fast, Lucy was going to have a good fucking tonight. Jack shouted to his bitch, "I'm going to bed now, have a good nights sleep bitch!"