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Right Where I Want Him

By: MistyMorgan



~ Chapter 1

"You've gotta let them know where their place is in this world!" my sister, Martha told me when I mentioned that I had met this wonder guy in my Stats class and we had started dating. 

Martha is a striking beauty of five-foot eight, curves that never end and a face that men would say is like an angel. Her azure eyes seem to penetrate your psyche and explore your soul. The long auburn hair that encircles her gentle face bounces as she walks toward you and the smile on her face simply ties the package together. Men are always turning to watch her walk down the street.

"What do you mean? I just met him three weeks ago and we've only gone out two times. I hardly think I'm going to marry him next week," I yelled back at her thinking what she was telling me to do would run him off in a heartbeat.

But as the younger sister, I dutifully listened and took her word for it. She said that her husband, Patrick loves it and that Mom showed her how to do it. "It's now my responsibility to pass this knowledge onto you!" she exclaimed trying to convince me that she knew what was best for my boyfriend and me.

"You know how much Ronnie loves Mom and you see what she does to him, don't you?" she expressed to help me see her side.

Fred had asked me out for coffee and I eagerly accepted with a resounding "YES!" That's what had started her ranting and raving.

I tried to explain, "He is after all, the catch of the sophomore class. Starting college is hard enough. The sooner you get hooked up with the right person, the easier it gets. This means I won't have to fight over the left from those who got first choice," I argued.

As you may be able to tell, I've always been strong willed and defiant. It runs in my family, at least on the female side. My brother is a little withdrawn. With my mother, though, I don't find that particularly amazing. She's the Queen of Domme!

No one, even our father, ever told my mother what to do, or how to do it. It was her way or no way at all. She just always took charge. My Dad finally became so frustrated and had enough of it that he just threw up his arms and walked away.

I couldn't really blame him. It wasn't that he didn't love her or us. He loved her too much, maybe. Gave her too much, definitely! He had to do all of he housework, cooking, taking care of us when she decided to go out with her friends at night. He smiled and accepted it until I was about thirteen years old.

I remember that at times Mom would take Martha and me to the Mall to go shopping for the day. Almost every time she did, she would take us to the big toy store and tell us to play with the toys until she came back for us. "Don't you leave this store for anything and don't talk to anyone!" she would reprimand us before leaving for where ever she went.

When I was ten, I watched her leave the store and meet some man in the Mall. She gave him a kiss on the lips and they walked hand in handout of my sight. When I asked Martha, she said, "He's a friend of Mom and Dad's! Don't worry about it." Then she played with the video games until Mom returned. 

Before Dad left, he and Mom had a lot of parties. Mostly Dad's friends, guys came over, ate, played cards, and drank alcoholic beverages way into the night. Sometimes, when we woke up they were still at our house. Mom and Dad's friends would still be asleep and Dad would be fixing them breakfast, "So that they will have a good start to the day," he always said.

He was always happy and loving to Mom after their parties. He didn't get upset or complain about his chores for days and sometimes weeks after a party.

After our Dad left, Martha and I saw more and more men coming in and out of our house every day. I thought Mom was looking for a new housekeeper to take Dad's place. Mom hated housework!

Then she brought home Ronnie. He was a really nice guy, somewhat intelligent because Mom hated dumb men. She said she liked him a lot. After five months, they married and we became a family again. Only we kids now had two Dads, our real Dad and now our step dad.

Mom stopped shopping for a while. She and Ronnie spent all their free time together. As a family, we traveled all over the place in the summers. We went to Europe, visited most of the continental United States and Canada plus Hawaii. Ronnie just loved to go places even if only for a day or so.

So, that's a little background about how this whole thing with Martha and me came about.

Martha said, "Mom groomed Ronnie to be the man she wanted him to be. She showed him what she wanted and would accept nothing less. He loved her so much that he would do anything for her. She taught him how to make her happy; she showed him how to treat her!" Martha was in my face.

I sat on my bed and asked, "Is that what you did to Mark, too?" She smiled really big and nodded.

I knew how happy she and Mark were. He worshiped Martha as Dad had Mom. They had lots of friends and on weekends they got together with them for pool parties and bar-b-ques in their apartment complex. 

I kept trying to get invited because I was there one afternoon, when their friends were just arriving and the guys were so cute. 

Some Saturday mornings, I would drop in early by with some clothes to wash or just to see how Martha was doing. There was always at least one extra car still in the driveway. She would still be in bed and Mark would be fixing breakfast for her. Or she was in the shower, "Just waking up," he would say. I never saw the extra body or bodies.

I guessed their friends were still sleeping too. Must have been some wild parties. With five years between our ages, I was never invited to "adult parties." "When you're older!" Martha would always say.

"How do you train a man to treat you like you want to be treated?" I asked Martha.

"That's the fun part," she smiled, "not only for you but for him too." She had a devilish look on her face.

"Most men dream of taking care of their wives and having a family. They are breed to be protectors of those they love," she said. "But, unfortunately they seldom know what we want so they make mistake after mistake because most women are unaware of their role in a marriage or relationship. They think men are mind readers!" she laughed out loud.

"This is how Mom told me to do it. It takes a little time though. They want to treat you good, but they really don't know how," Martha trailed off.

I shook my head to show that I understood and Martha said, "Good!"
 "You're not going to like this next part," she said, "because I know you've been saving yourself for 'Mr. Wonderful' and you are anxious to find out what it's like to be a real woman but one of the first things you need to learn is denial!" 

I laughed so hard that my chest hurt. "You want me to withhold sex from Kevin?" I caught my breath. Here I was, three months from my nineteenth birthday and dreaming of losing my virginity to the man that makes me wet every time I see him and she wants me to just say NO! I don't think so! 

"How can you suggest that I deny him and myself the pleasures of sex?" I screamed. "I'm sorry, I just can't, I won't, do that!"

My anger was causing tears to stream down my cheeks. "I'm three months away from the event that I have planned and prepared for since I was sixteen. I worked hard to protect myself from being called a slut. Now you're asking me to give up what you and almost every other woman has? How dare you!" I accused.

"Then you'll lose him in six months," Martha whispered trying to calm me.

We argued back and forth for a half-hour. I got mad and left the room crying, "FUCK YOU!"

I washed my face and went to meet Fred at the coffee shop and tried to push this out of my head. I didn't want to hear my sister's words anymore.

Fred and I laughed and talked, trying to learn as much as possible about one another. The next two hours passed like minutes. He had me laughing and forgetting about my incident with Martha.

I just knew Fred and I would be good together we had so much in common. We had three classes together and studying was a cheap date for struggling students. We held hands while we discussed theories and argued over answers. All of this just seemed to bring us closer.

The weekend before my birthday, I went home to visit Mom and Ronnie. I was talking to my Mom and I told her how good things were with Fred and me. She just nodded her head and asked, "Have you had sex with him yet?"

"NO! You know I'm waiting until I'm nineteen!" I told her.

"Oh yeah, that's right you did tell me that. I guess I just forgot. Are you sure he is the one you want to be with? Do you think he likes you as much as you like him? Will he always be there for you and take care of you?" she rattled off question after question.

"What is this third degree?" I exclaimed, "You and Martha sound like this is wrong and you haven't even met him"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I don't want you or Martha to go through what I did with your father," she explained" He was a good man, but he didn't understand me; mostly he just tolerated me. I just want you to have everything you want in life and I think, I could be wrong, but I think you are too young to be thinking of Fred as the one and only to make you happy," she sighed.

"Well, it's not like we're getting married tomorrow, we haven't even had sex yet!" I was getting frustrated with all these questions about my relationship with Fred.

"You're right sweetheart, I'm sorry," she said. "Would you like to go shopping with me today?"
 "No Mom thanks. I have studying to do today. You have a good time though," I bowed out of it. She kissed me on the cheek and ran to her car looking at her watch.

Ronnie was busily cleaning the bathrooms. I wanted to talk to him about how happy he was. "Ronnie, how are you today?" 

"Hey sweetheart, I'm doing great! And how about you I heard you fussing with your Mom?" he asked concerned. "Ah that was nothing. We just disagree about my dating techniques," I blew it off. 

"Ronnie, are you truly happy with my mother? Does she make you feel good and needed? Did you have sex before you two were married? Do you two have a good sex life now? I know none of this is my business, but I am going through some things now and I'm so confused!" I spilled it all.

"Hmmm, a lot of questions. Happy, maybe content is a better word. Happiness dulls a little after the years pass. Yes I feel very needed. Your mom has her ticks, but all of us do. We learn to accept and go on if we love someone. Let's see, yes, we had sex before we married, many times. That's part of getting to know one another. She didn't want to at first, but I finally convinced her that it was something I needed. Our sex life now? Well it's not like it was in the beginning but it is something that I've become accustomed to and I do really like it!" he explained.

It seemed that Ronnie and I could talk about almost anything. He was so easy going and open. "So do you think you will be with Mom for the rest of your life?" This was the most important question to me.

"Yelp, sure do!" was his response; "She makes me happy almost every night of the year!"

I thought, 'Mom and Martha don't know what they're saying. Mom has sex with Ronnie every night the way it should be.' 

"Thanks for sharing that with me Ronnie. I'm glad you're happy with my Mom. And you have helped me feel better about my own love life as well!

I went back to school and called Fred. "Wanna meet me for coffee and some fun tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah, babe, we going to study?" he inquired.

"Yes, my dear and get to know one another a little better, too!" I hinted.

"Great! What time?" he wanted to know.

"About seven, regular place," I suggested.

I quickly jumped in the shower and cleaned up. Then I went through my wardrobe to find something a little more sexy than usual. This was after all going to be a night to remember.

I found a light gauze dress and some open toed sandals. I decided not to wear a bra; my tits were so large that they would sag. And no panties felt liberating. I was, after all, rebelling against the establishment!

When I arrived at our usual coffee shop, every man I passed turned his head to gawk at me. I just smiled and thought 'I must be pleasing to the eye.'

Fred had not yet arrived. I ordered my regular coffee and found our usual table open and sat down. I could feel all the eyes on me; it made me a bit uncomfortable but at the same time exhilarated me.

When Fred arrived, I waved. He smiled and pointed to the counter. After he got his coffee he joined me and when he saw me his eyes got really large. "Wow! What's the occasion?"

"Just wanted to look nice for you," I said coyly.

"Well, you succeeded!" he exclaimed, "I'm not sure I can concentrate on books with you sitting there so sexy!" he joked.

"Oh really, then maybe we should forego the books tonight and find something a little more exciting to do?" I teased.

"Sounds like a great plan!" he said with a gleam in his eyes. "I've never seen you look so sexy!"

"Why don't we go to my apartment to study?" I suggested.

His head bounced up and down; the smile on his face said it all. We packed up our books and raced to my apartment.

Once in the door, we were all over one another. Tongues down each other's throats, hands exploring body parts never before experienced; the fire was burning hot and there was no stopping the passion that was flowing between us.

I loved the way my skin felt underneath his large hands. My pussy got really wet; it felt weird and uncomfortable but also sexy and wild.

I could feel his dick pressing against my body while it was still confined in his jeans. I wanted to see it and feel it in my hands.

Slowly and cautiously, I reached for the zipper and when I found it, I released the dragon that was within. It too was wet, a drop of precum sparkled on its tip. It wasn't as smooth as I had thought it would be. It had veins poking out all over its shaft causing it to feel lumpy but the head was soft and red. The fluid that came out of it was sticky.

In high school, the other girls, you know the ones they called sluts, use to say they loved the way a boy's dick felt in their hands. To me, it was strange and exciting but I wasn't sure I loved it.

Fred's mouth covered mine as we touched and explored one another's body. His hands attacked my pussy pushing a finger into my tight little hole. At first it hurt and burned but not for too long. I could feel it getting wetter to offset the pain.

"I want you!" Fred cried as his fingers rubbed my wet box, "I want to be in you!"

"Yes! I want that too! I do; I want you! I want you to make me a woman!" I cried, "Show me how it feels to be a woman Fred!"

We stumbled into the bedroom still connected to one another. His hand in my cunt and mine on his prick. Finally, we made it to the bed where we fumbled trying to remove the rest of our clothing with one hand not wanting to release the other.

"Oh, I love you, baby!" Fred whispered in my ear as he took his dick away from me and led it to the slit between my legs while he kissed me hard on my mouth. His tongue darted in and out tasting me.

The head of his dick didn't slide in easily. I was too tight and not wet enough. He had to force it into me. And once he did get it in, it didn't want to stay. He forced it in once again and this time I felt something tear. It burned and I cried out.

"Are you okay, baby?" Fred asked concerned.

"Yes, it just hurt for a minute," I lied. My eyes watered at the pain and I wondered why anyone would want to do this more than once.

Once he felt he was in all of the way, Fred's body rose and fell repeatedly sliding his man tool in and out of my tight little box. 

"Oh yeah, this feels so good! Oh baby, I hope this is as good for you as it is for me!" he cried out.

"Mmmmmm," was my only response. I didn't want to lie to him and tell him how much pain I was in. My eyes watered at the discomfort I was in. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. The tears ran down my face.

I kept thinking, this is supposed to be beautiful; this is supposed to be the best part of being in love. Why does it hurt so much?

Fred was grunting and his hips kept pumping his dick in and out of my burning cunt. He was having a great time. "Oh baby this is so good! You have a great pussy; so tight so slick!"

I felt I had to let him know I was enjoying this even though I wasn't. "You feel so good in me too baby!" I said biting my lip to keep from crying out. 

Then I felt a stinging like salt in a wound. It was hot and sticky and I realized it was his cum spilling into the wounds his entrance had caused.

Fred rolled off me. I could once again breathe easily. Tears ran down my face. I couldn't tell if they were tears of pain or relief. The sex was over almost as soon as it started but while it was going on it seemed endless. And I didn't feel the way I thought I would feel; the way I wanted to feel.

Fred rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. He hadn't kissed me when we finished having sex. He didn't even ask if I wanted to share the shower with him. All of my illusions of real love were shattered in that instant.

I felt used and abandoned. I thought we would hug, kiss and tell each other how much we loved one another. I wanted Fred to hold me and make me feel better.

I rolled off the bed and joined him in the teaming hot water. He had soap on his face and he didn't see me climb in. So when I touched him, he jumped.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I laughed.

"No problem; I just wasn't expecting you in here. I'll get out in a sec," he said.

"No! Let's shower together I begged. I'll wash your back, you wash mine!" I suggested. 

He stayed but, when we finished the shower, he hadn't touched me at all. He stepped out and then handed me a towel.

Fred dressed and grabbed his books. With a quick kiss on the cheek, he headed out the door and called back, "I'll see you in class tomorrow."

I felt empty and alone. I sat on the bed and tears ran down my face. I thought about what Martha had said. I made a mental note to call her tomorrow and closed my eyes; sleep easily taking me away from the pain.

~ Chapter 2

At exactly eight o'clock I called Martha at work. "Hello? Martha speaking, how may I help you?" she said.

I started crying immediately from the pain and humiliation I had felt the night before. "Martha, it's me," I choked out.

She heard my distress and responded, "Oh sweetie, what's wrong? Did you fail a test?"

"Yeah, sort of," I cried. "You were right! It all changes when you have sex! I need to talk to you!" I begged.

"I can take a long lunch today if you want to come down here, we can talk. I'm so sorry!" she said sincerely.

"I can get there for eleven thirty," I told her, "Is that good for you?"

"Yes, that's great, see you then, sweetheart! Take care until then," she said. I hung up the phone and tried to relax.

We met at a fairly quiet restaurant. When I saw her face tears started streaming down my face. "What did I do wrong?" I cried.

Martha hugged me. "You didn't do anything wrong, sweetheart! But you did learn something new. Tell me about it."

I told her how it hadn't been what I expected and that it wasn't wonderful at all. I shared the way that Fred had acted and that I felt empty and alone after it was all over. "And in class today, Fred only shook his head and smiled, he didn't talk to me nor did he sit beside me."

"That's what I tried to tell you, honey; they change after they get the pussy. Especially if they didn't have to earn it!" she explained.

"But I talked to Ronnie and he said he and Mom had sex before they got married and he was really happy to be married. He said that Mom made him happy every night," I tried to explain my decision to go ahead with my plan.


Right Where I Want Him



"You talked to the wrong person, dear sister!" she said. "It's Mom who can set you straight but then again; so can I. Are you ready to listen now?" Martha asked with a knowing sparkle in her eye.

I wiped away the tears waiting to fall and shook my head, yes.

Then I asked, "But didn't you and Mark have sex before you got married?" I asked sure that they had.

"Yeah, but not until I knew he was ready and knew all of the rules," she explained slyly.

"I don't understand," I said tears forming in my eyes again.

"Remember when Mom use to take us shopping and ditch us in the toy store for about an hour?" she reminded me.

"Yes, I do, but what does that have to do with this situation?" I asked confused.

"I'm going to tell you," she smiled.

As soon as our food arrived, Martha moved her chair closer to mine so that she could talk quietly and I could hear.

"Mom loved dad and he loved her. You know why?" she started.

"Because, dad knew the rules?" I speculated.

"Well, not at first. But Mom learned them early on. You see Dad use to treat Mom really badly. One day she took a stand and from that day on he was hers. That is, until she found someone better."

I listened carefully while Martha told me how Mom found that by using other men to please her that Dad became her man servant; doing all that she wanted him to do and loving her all the more for putting him in his place.

"Mom and Dad married early and Mom, like you and me, didn't know all that much about sex between men and women. But you know Mom! She is very determined and can sometimes be a real Bitch! So when the sexual pleasure went out of their marriage, Mom went looking for something better," Martha clarified.

I gasped! I couldn't imagine my Mom with another man. I couldn't believe that my Dad would accept that type of behavior from her.

Our Mom was always in control of Martha and me. We didn't step out of line; we knew better. But her and Dad always seemed to be happy and content. They had parties and people over on weekend all of the time. I remembered as Martha spoke. Some of the people spent the night. Husbands and wives sometimes just the men. I never thought much of it back then.

I remember thinking it was funny, watching my Dad wear a maid's apron while her cooked breakfast and fed Mom and their friends breakfast in bed. I just thought it was easier that everyone was in the same bedroom to eat.

It all sounded so clear now that Martha was explaining it.

"Mom always told me that a man needs to know his place and the only way to teach him was to show him that you don't need what he has," she told me.

"I'm not sure of what you mean," I asked for clarification.

"Those friends of Dad's got to have sex with Mom more than Dad did," she began. "Mom made him watch her with those men then made him fix them breakfast the next morning."

"I don't believe that!" I exclaimed.

"Believe it! She taught me, now I'm teaching you," Martha smiled knowingly.

"Did you ever see Mom cook a meal or clean a dish, make beds?" she went on.

I thought a moment, "I can't remember her ever doing any of that, but that doesn't mean she never did," I tried to hold onto what felt real and right.

"When I met Mark, I was like you; head over hills and ready to give myself completely over to him. Mom took me to the side and told me her secrets. I didn't believe it either, so she took me out and showed me," Martha took a breath. "I told Mark I'd be home late tonight because I'm going to show you."

"Who's going to cook Mark's dinner tonight?" I asked.

"You're not listening, are you?" she shook her head. 

Then the light flickered in my mind but only slightly. "Oh," I whispered.

"Come on, we're going to your place so you can shower, put on something really hot and sexy. Then, we're going to LaLounge and having a good ole' time. It starts picking up around six o'clock. So get ready to get down and dirty and have more fun than you ever dreamed!" Martha grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the restaurant. 

Martha followed me back to my apartment and as I showered, she scavenged through my closet for the most appropriate outfit for me to wear. She helped me make up my face and styled my hair. I was embarrassed at the dress she chose. It was three inches above my knee and the one could almost see through it. I couldn't even imagine why I had purchased it. She would not allow me to wear panties or a bra.

I was a nervous wreck. I kept thing, 'Half of the guys from school will be in this place. If anyone recognizes me, they could go tell Fred,' the thought terrified me.

Martha hugged me then we walked to the bar, it was very close to campus. 

The fist thing Martha did was ordered two Margaritas and an orange juice. I couldn't order or really drink since I was underage. They let minors in but refused to let us have anything but juice. 

We carried the drinks to a vacant table and soon a tribe of college guys and professionals surrounded us. Martha talked to really good-looking guy that was next to her. I didn't notice at first, but when I really looked, she was not just talking but also rubbing his dick.

I turned away feeling like I saw something that I shouldn't have. But I couldn't continue to divert my eyes and when I looked again, I saw that he had his hand up her skirt and was touching her. Then I realized why she had not let me wear panties and was sure she had none on as well.

She laughed and encouraged him; I was embarrassed.

Martha turned to me, still stroking him. "You think he's cute?"

I glanced over at him and he was, "Yes," I mouthed.

"He's married," she said, "but his wife doesn't put out often enough, so he comes here to get some action. Or sometimes he come to my house," she said as if this were a normal thing.

"He just needs a good fuck!" she said loudly so that I could hear her over the crowd. "We're going to go in the back room. I'll be back," she said and left me alone with the wolves surrounding me.

I sat there scared to death then a really nice looking guy came up to me and asked if he could buy me a drink. I pointed to the drinks still on the table, "Thanks, but I have plenty."

I pointed to the vacant chair beside me inviting him to sit. As he did, his hand found my uncovered leg.

"Your skin is so soft," he said very loud so that I could here him over the drone of the crowd and the music.

"Thank you," I replied and took a drink of one of the Margaritas. 

"My name is Chase. Are you here alone?" he asked.

"No, my sister is here as well. She just went off with a friend to dance or something. I'm just waiting for her," I explained.

Chase and I sat there talking until Martha returned. When I saw her approach, I told Chase he had to leave.

"Yes, ma'am, thank you for the company," he said and left quietly.

Martha stopped him and returned him to the table. She was flustered and her hair mussed. She sat down at the table next to me and took my hand. Leading it beneath the table she guided it under her skirt and into her wet cunt.

The touch shocked me and I quickly pulled my hand away.

"I'm taking that home to my husband tonight for dessert. After he eats it, he'll do whatever I tell him to do," she confided in me.

"And guess what? She challenged me to guess, "I'm also going to take one of these lucky guys home with me so Mark can watch us do it. Then I'll make him clean up the mess he leaves in my pussy," she said so loud that anyone around our table could have heard. I was so embarrassed.

I looked at Chase and he just smiled and nodded his head. I didn't believe her but the guys all gathered around our table waiting to be picked as her lover for the night.

Martha reached out and pulled one of the Frat boys to her. She pulled him close and kissed him hard on the mouth. Then she ran her hand down into his pants. A few minutes later she pushed him away. "Sorry little boy go home to your momma until you grow up!" she yelled.

As I watched amazed, another Frat guy ran his hand up her skirt and into her love channel. His arm pumped her while she stroked him right there in front of the crowd and me. She didn't seem to care and she loved the attention that was being bestowed upon her.

The Frat boy finally pulled out his fingers and popped them in his mouth, tasting Martha's juices. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Then Martha unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. It was considerably larger than any dick I had ever seen. Precum glistened on its mushroomed head in the dim light of the bar.

Someone touched my neck. I turned around and there was a really cute guy from my Calculus class. I thought for a minute and finally remembered his name. "Kevin, how are you? Do you frequent here often?" I asked.

We exchanged more niceties as he ran his hand up and down my thigh. I felt the moisture forming between my cunt lips and I opened my legs a little wider. My lips were getting dry and I ran my tongue over them. When I did, he kissed me and stepped between my legs.

I could feel his hardness press against my leg; the fabric of his pants felt itchy next to my bare sexpot. I pushed back at him as if I was in a trance. I unzipped his crouch and a long thick snake fell toward me.

My hand could not totally encompass its girth. I stroked its length and it seemed very long. It felt heavy and I loved the silkiness of its plumbed head.

Kevin moved in closer and reached under my light dress to find my bare pussy. "Mmmmmm," he sighed and his staff grew larger in my hand. Cum began seeping out of its head.

He leaned over and rammed his tongue down my throat. My mind whirled, "People are watching us do this! Gaud, this can't be happening! Oh it feels so good. I want you to fuck me." None of these words were aloud but it was almost as if Kevin heard them. 

He took me by the hand. Without thinking, I followed him. His other hand was still in my twat. I was unaware of the number of eyes that were watching us.

Upstairs was a brightly lit bar and off of it were several private rooms. Kevin paid the bartender and led me to one of them.

He closed he door and wasted no time pulling my dress over my head. I stood there paralyzed and naked while he undressed. Once he was nude I was delighted to see the whole man, but when I caught the size of his manhood, I thought, "This is going to hurt!" Kevin kneeled before me and ran his tongue the length of my slit then over my nub giving me a chill. He guided me to the bed and to my surprise the sheets were clean and crisp. Sitting me down, he knelled before me and he spread my legs wide and started licking me once again. The sensation was so hot that I was sure that I was going to have an orgasm for the first time from a man instead of my own fingers.

Unlike Fred, Kevin was gentle and slow; he made me feel relaxed and comfortable. I lie back on the bed and let him pleasure me. I had no inclination to return the pleasure.

I wanted him to make up for the pain Fred had caused me the night before. I closed my eyes when his hands went to my breasts and slowly massaged them. Pinching my nipples gently, he shot arrows of fire into my groin. The warmth was delightful. A moan escaped my lips.

I could feel his hardness against me but I did nothing to encourage him to put it inside of me. I was afraid of the pain his size may inflict. Since Fred was so much smaller, I was sure Kevin's would tear me apart.

Gently he pushed his long fingers into my wet cunt. It didn't hurt. It felt very good in fact, so good that I scooted down on them trying to get them deeper in me.

Then I felt his tongue touch my clit once again sending fire into my pussy. My legs pulled up and I felt my nipples harden once again.

Kevin's mouth was on my belly licking and kissing. Then I felt his tongue in my coochie. 

"Oh gaud!" I cried. It was the most explosive sensation I had ever experienced.

His head started pumping in and out of the lustful snatch between my legs. My hands reached for his head and I assisted his movements in and out of my electric box. There was no pain or regret this night only warm soothing pleasure.

Then the bed sunk just a little as Kevin climbed onto it. I opened my eyes and watched as he directed his hard tool into my liquid pleasure pool.

Unlike Fred, his prick slid in like it was oiled. I know Fred broke my hymen, but there was very little pain and Kevin was bigger than Fred.

My mind reeled "Why would I want Fred when I can have Kevin? He's a much better lover." 

All of the sudden I understood what Martha had been telling me. I don't need Fred and after tonight he will know it and do all that he can to win my love and affection back.

Kevin fucked me so much better that Fred ever could. He was all that a woman would want or need. I liked this tradition Mom had started. When Kevin had filled me with his thick seed, I had experienced three explosive orgasms and my body tingled with the joy of a real woman.

~ Chapter 2

The next morning I glowed. Fred, who had all but ignored me the day before must have seen my sparkle, because his attitude had gone back to that of a loving boyfriend.

"Where were you last night? I called three times and the last time it was midnight!" he said anxiously.

"I was with my sister," I answered coolly. "Like you even cared."

"Oh, where did you go?" he pushed for more.

"Some little bar that she likes; I don't even remember the name of it," I was vague.

"Well, did you have a good time?" Fred dug for more.

"Yes, we danced and talked to the people there; I needed a good night out. Heaven knows you haven't taken me anywhere in the past month!" I looked at him bitterly.

"I wish you would have called, I would have gone with you!" he said with those hurt puppy dog eyes of his.

"Sorry, it was spur of the moment maybe next time," I smiled and started toward my desk.

He followed close behind me continuing to dig. "Did you see anyone you knew there?"

Kevin came in a minute later. He smiled and waved; I waved back. 

Fred leaned over and asked, "You know that guy?"

"Yes, he was there last night and we danced a few times. He's really a lot of fun! Want me to introduce him to you?" I taunted him.

"Maybe we could have dinner tonight so we can talk. I mean, after all we did get really close the other night," his eyes begged me.

"We'll see," I said opening my book as the class started.

After class Fred cornered me and wanted to know more about Kevin. I was coy and secretive. 

"How did you dance with him, fast or slow?" he wanted to know.

"I danced so much I don't remember!" I called over my shoulder as I kept walking.

"Let's go get some lunch at that little Café you like so much! I'm sorry I've been such a jerk for the past few days. I think I was getting scared after we did... you know," he turned red.

"You're embarrassed about having sex with me, aren't you?" I asked.

"No, it's just that I was a virgin before the other night," he whispered.

I smiled, "Well, so was I, don't you think that's a good thing?"
 "I was afraid that I did it wrong. I thought I hurt you and I didn't want you angry with me," he explained.

"Did I look or act angry with you?" I asked.

"No, but I felt inadequate because I thought you wanted it to be perfect. I thought you would think I was weird since I was a virgin," he said quietly.

"A girl can't tell if a guy is a virgin," I informed him.

"Please, let me take you to lunch so we can talk. I've missed you and I want to be with you always! Please?" he looked at me with those dark eyes of his. I couldn't resist any longer. I didn't care what Martha thought or said.

"Okay, I'll give you a second chance to prove your love for me," I teased.

At the Café he swore his love and devotion to me before the meal came. During the meal he talked softly telling me all of the wonderful things he wanted us to share and how when we graduated that we would be married and raise a family. It was as if he were reading my thoughts. I fell in love with him all over again. 

After lunch we walked hand in hand back to the dorms and we went to his room. He made love to me once again and he was very passionate. He attacked me like an animal then he kissed me softly and swore his love for me. "I want you in my life always. I want to be there for you always. I promise that when we marry, you will be the soul purpose of my life! I love you that much!" Fred confessed.

When I got back to my apartment, I called Martha and told her how anxious Fred had been this morning, especially after Kevin walked in and waved to me. He was like frantic that I had done something without him. Then I told her how he had sworn his love and devotion to me and that it made me feel wonderful. "We went to his dorm room afterwards and he fucked me again. It was so wonderful!" 

"Oh really," Martha sighed.

"You were right! He wants to go to dinner tonight and talk some more; what should I do?" I asked her advice. "I love all this attention from him!"

"Tell him your mom wants you to come to dinner," she said. "You can come over to our place and watch Mark in action. Just don't do anything he wants you to do. You are, then, the one in control; you always have been!" Martha assured me. At four o'clock, my phone rang and it was Fred. I took a deep breath and prepared myself to be distant before I picked it up. I let it ring three times. 

"Hello?" I said casually.

"Hey baby! What took you so long to answer?" came Fred's voice.

"Sorry, I was in the bathroom!" I lied once again. I was getting use to lying to him.

"So are we going to dinner? I'm getting hungry," he asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to call you. My Mom called right after I got in from my last class and she wants me to come to her house for dinner so I can help her sort through some old clothes of mine. She's trying to make more closet room for all the stuff she's been buying. You know how she likes to shop! Maybe tomorrow night!" I explained.

"Okay, have a good time; call me when you get home if it's not too late, please," he said downheartedly. "Guess I'll just catch a burger and fries."

"Well, enjoy them," I said and hung up the phone.

My heart palpitated with fear and joy. I was afraid that by treating him this way I would lose him, but at the same time I was enjoying the control I seemed to have and the desperation in his voice. 

I dressed to go to Martha's for dinner. I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some flowers and dessert. There I ran into Kevin. 

"Hello, pretty lady!" his smooth tones waltzed from his lips.

Looking up from the potatoes I said, "Hi! Kevin, how are your doing?

"Great! How are you tonight? I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed last night. You were fantastic," he smiled.

"Yes, I think that was the best sex I have ever had," I told him knowing that I would never forget how good it was while not admitting that was only the second time I had had a dick in my pussy.

"So you fixing dinner, are you?" he asked.

"Oh no, I'm just getting a few things to take to y sister's. She invited me to dinner tonight. I wanted to get a dessert and some flowers. Then I saw these potatoes and thought how much I would love a baked potato," I rambled.

Kevin laughed and it was so contagious that I had to join him.

"I would like to see you again," he didn't miss a beat.

"I think I would like that. Why don't I give you my number? That way you can call and see if I'm available," I said looking through my purse for a pen and something to write on.

"Thanks, that's great!" he said as I handed him my number.

He walked with me to the check out counter and before I could take my wallet out, he had paid for my groceries. I thanked him profusely and he promised to call me soon. Then he kissed me good-bye.




Right Where I Want Him



I smiled all the way to Martha's. When I arrived they had company. One guy was fixing himself a drink; the other friend was all over Martha rubbing her back, stroking her hair and occasionally nuzzling her neck. 

~ Chapter 3

Mark was cooking dinner and making sure that everyone was happy. He fixed me a drink and I noticed that he was wearing a frilly pink apron. His chest was bare he was wearing shorts and pumps.

"Ohhhhh Mark, I really like your new duds!" I exclaimed.

"Thank you Mistress! Madame Martha gave it to me. They're very comfortable," he shared with pride. 
 "Well, I may barrow that apron sometime," I joked. I hugged Martha and handed her the flowers and the cherry pie I had purchased.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I'd like you to meet some friends of ours." She pulled the nibbler over and introduced him as Carlton. Then she introduced Nathan.

Carlton seemed to be very possessive of Martha. He was what I would call up her butt. She was the center of his attention that was sure. He was about five-foot ten with blonde hair and blue eyes. Nice build and chiseled features. He dressed like a preppy.

Nathan appeared to be more of a free spirit. He joked with Mark a lot and he smiled when introduced to me. His height was around five-foot eight or nine with dark hair and amazing emerald eyes. He was also built to please but his look was more down to earth, more human. His smile had warmth and sincerity. 

"How do you like your steaks, sweetie?" Mark asked me.

"On the rare side, please. I want some life still left in it!" I told him.

Nathan handed me a glass of wine and invited me to sit. I followed him out to the patio where there was a grill glowing with hot coals and baking potatoes were wrapped in foil. 

Martha and Carlton were in the pool now. He held her around the waist and was whispering in her ear. I looked around for Mark, but he was still in the kitchen preparing something. I knew he had to be seeing what this friend of his was doing with his wife.

It was one thing for Martha to go out with these guys without Mark knowing, but to do this in his face was something all together different. I felt I had to say something to her. But didn't quiet know what it should be or how to do it. So I just pretended not to see it. I guessed Mark pretended too.

"So Martha tells me that you are looking for someone to help you with your boyfriend?" Nathan asked.

I shook my head and tried to understand what he was talking about. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you mean. I'm not having any problems with my boyfriend," I said quizzically.

"She told me that you need to show him his place so that he will treat you like you deserve to be treated; is that not true?" he asked again. His voice was like a melody, gentle and musical.

"Well, according to her, that's what I should do. But for some reason, it doesn't feel comfortable to me," I found myself explaining to this virtual stranger. "She assures me that it is our family way."

"Look around, it works for her and Mark," Nathan pointed out. 

"What do you mean? I am sure I am not understanding you," I asked for clarification. 

For as long as I can remember the females in my family never cooked or cleaned. The men were always the ones that cooked, cleaned, and took care of the women. So Ronnie taking care of Mom and Mark taking care of Martha didn't seem odd to me at all. 

Now Mark's attire was a little strange, but hell, he is always trying to entertain. And he was somewhat of a clown from time to time. I wondered where he got those heels though; they fit him so well.

"You're not so naïve as to believe that Mark is naturally a loving husband who just happens to love his wife enough to clean her house and give her all she wants just because he loves her, are you?" Nathan was saying, interrupting my silent musings.

"Well, I did think so until Martha started explaining that she and my Mom both have trained their husbands to be what they want and need. I guess I will eventually learn what it is I am to do," I shared with him.

He took my hand and said, "Come, I'll teach you what to do."

I looked around. Martha was in Carlton's arms in the pool. Mark was turning steaks with a smile on his face. I looked at Nathan, confused, and took his hand.

As he led me past the pool, Martha winked and gave me the thumbs up sign. I lifted my shoulders in an 'I don't know' gesture and continued to follow Nathan into the kitchen.

He led me to the guest bedroom and closed the door. Turning to me he smiled, "Don't be nervous. I just want to show you what you can have and still have your little boyfriend as well. This will make him want you more and also make him give you all that your sister has," he explained as he started helping me disrobe.

"Wait! Wait! What are you doing?" I cried.

He kissed me tenderly on my lips and it tasted like sugar cookies. "Mmmmm," my mind moaned as I released my fear and gave into his gentle touches and kisses.

I was like a rag doll in his hands as he pulled my shirt over my head and magically released my bra. I watched, amazed, as it slowly floated to the floor. It was as if I was in a dream state.

Then next thing I knew, I was naked on the bed with this man I had just met kissing my body and caressing the erogenous zone that I barely knew existed. 'How did he know what would make me open up to him?' I thought as I spread my legs wide for him to enter.

I felt his breath on my coochie and the hair rustle as he blew on my mound. Then I sensed wetness and looked down to see what he was doing. His tongue was licking my slit. It was a delicious feeling. I wanted to put my hands on the back of his head and force him to just stay there.

But, I didn't have to, because he did. He stayed there and licked me and stimulated me until my body convulsed with pleasure and the wanting of his cock in my pussy. "Please don't stop! Please fuck me! I want it so bad! PLEASE! PLEASE!" I cried.

"Hush my pretty, you will have all that you desire and more, I promise, before the night is over, you will have more than you could ever dream. I just wanted to give you a slight sample before dinner," he whispered as he buried his face in my cunt once again.

Within in minutes, my body silently cried out to him in the form of jerks and jiggles. My hands found the back of his head and held him to me as his tongue flicked in and out of the vibrating pussy there.

Then he slyly slipped away. Standing up he had my bra in his hand as her reached to assist me off the bed. 

Trying to stand, my legs were like rubber. Nathan caught me before I hit the floor and he held me as he dressed me once again.

"You all right?" he asked as he placed an arm around my waist to support me.

"No, but I'm wonderful!" I smiled at him as he led me out of to the patio once again.

Martha was in a dress now. Carlton was just sitting down to eat his steak and Mark was taking all the food off the grill. He turned as we stepped out of the house. "Just in time, it's ready!" he called handing me a plate.

"Thanks," I said taking it and found a place next to Martha.

"What is this, a set up?" I whispered harshly into her ear.

"No, just trying to introduce you to some of the techniques to use to get lover boy to be the man you will want him to be," she explained. "These two are my best!"

I looked at her strangely and she smiled, "You'll see after dinner, little sister, you'll see!" she smiled and cut into her bloody steak.

I ate as if I hadn't eaten in weeks. The food was beyond good. The wine relaxed me and I felt that warm comfortable feeling that good food and drink provide; I just let it consume me.

Dinner was fun and I learned a lot about the two men that were there to entertain and teach me. Carlton was a pharmacist and really rather funny. He made me laugh a lot and in his jokes I found some truths about his and Martha's relationship.

Having a bit of a quieter personality, Nathan was soft-spoken and very attentive. He was a draftsman by profession and drew plans for tall skyscrapers and malls. He loved photography and the outdoors. In his spare time he searched the countryside for rear antiques.

I also learned a lot more about Mark. He talked openly about his feelings and how much he loved Martha for being the kind of woman that knew how to let him take care of her. He wanted to feel needed and loved by loving her.

I was so excited as I listened to the conversations going around the table. Everyone was happy and enjoying the evening so I just relaxed and became a part of the party.

After dinner Mark cleaned up as he always did. Martha took the two men by the hand and called to me. She led us into a bedroom. There were two double beds in this room. I had never been aware of this room but it must have always been here. 

Martha undressed right there in front of me. I was shocked when she pulled her panties off. There wasn't single hair covering her twat. I looked around the room, nervous. Yeah, I had had sex with Kevin, but there wasn't anyone else in the room at the time.

She was all over Carlton. This shocked and surprised me. I knew she was fooling around while Mark was cooking dinner, but now it like she was going to fuck him and Mark was just in the other room.

Mark walked in just a few minutes later and I held my breath. I was sure he was going to get mad and hit someone. "Are you ready, Mistress?" he asked quietly.

"Not yet, just wait!" Martha said gruffly.

Mark knelt at the foot of the bed while Martha and Carlton kissed and explored one another.

Mark looked up at me, "Do you need assistance, Mistress?" he asked with hope in his eyes.

I looked around for help as to what I should say to him. 

"Not yet, Marky!" Nathan answered for me. "Keep your cool man!"

Martha and Carlton were making a lot of noise on the other bed and Mark looked anxious and excited. His hard dick was pushing the pink apron out in front of him.

I couldn't help but glance around and notice everything that was going on. Carlton had taken off what few clothes Martha had had on. He was licking and sucking her nipples and his hand was exploring her partially shaven pussy. Two fingers were pinching her clit and Martha was moaning with pleasure.

Mark looked from one bed to the other excitedly. There was a look of expectation on his face. He kept looking down at this cock and I think he was rubbing it with one hand but didn't seem to want Martha to know. He would glance at her then down at the floor, but I believed that he was looking at his hardening dick.

Nathan had undressed me and crawled between my legs; his tongue lapped at my clit and his fingers explored the dark region of the deeper parts of my cooter. One hand reached for my now hard nipples. His touch was warm and exciting for me. He was much more experienced than Fred and seemed to know how to please and care for a woman.

I tried to relax and just enjoy the pleasures he bestowed on me. But I couldn't let go completely. I kept thinking of poor Mark kneeling at the foot of the bed. His eyes darted from bed to bed awaiting a word of what encouragement, praise, and confirmation. I didn't know for sure; I just knew he was waiting.

Martha was now screaming, "Fuck me good, baby, yeah that's it you found that spot that takes me where I need to be! Now FUCK IT! FUCK IT HARD!" she cried with abandon. 

Mark watched as Carlton attacked Martha with the passion of a hungry animal. He stood up and I saw his hand move faster and faster on his prick. "Stop touching yourself Mark!" Martha called to him.

"Yes Mistress," he replied softly and moved his hand from his penis to his balls. His fingers squeezed and released repeatedly. His chest rose and fell as he took deep breaths.

Nathan's mouth covered mine with a deep kiss distracting me from the scene that was occurring all around me. His lips were thick and felt heavy on mine. His tongue snaked in and out of mine and shots of electricity seemed to flow through me. I had never been kissed like that.

My hand traveled to the hardness I felt on my leg. His dick must have been really large because the weight of it on my leg was very noticeable. I just wanted to feel it in my hand. It was thick and my hand could barely wrap around it. I felt the heart shaped head and at its tip was the slick feeling of precum.

This excited me even more. "Will you fuck me?" I whispered in his ear.

"As you wish, my beauty; it is my desire to do so," he responded and kissed me once again. He kissed my nipples one last time then rose above me. I glanced down and saw the massive prick between his legs.

Nathan spread my sticky pussy lips, and then he wet a finger and ran it inside the lips so that they would be smooth enough for his Peter to slip into my cunt.

I braced myself for the impact as he rose to his knees and aimed his tool for the 'V' between my legs. I felt a burning as his head broke through the tightness there. Each time a man plunged his dick into my gates of Venus, he tore something. I could feel the stinging as my skin ripped once again. 

But the pain only lasted a few seconds; then I felt the tightness of his staff as it forced me to allow him to move in and out of my tight little sexpot. 

"Oh, this is nice, he whispered in my ear as he rose and fell on top of me. I haven't had anything this tight since I can't remember when. I wish I could have been the one to pop your cherry though!" he said softly in my ear.

I smiled and thought to myself, 'I wish you had too.'

I moaned and kissed his neck as his body did pushup over mine. I felt and heard the moisture building in my now used box. Now I knew I was no longer a virgin and I loved the feeling it gave me knowing that I could now fuck almost any man.

I did think of Fred a little. I wondered what he was doing tonight and how he would feel about me if he knew I was fucking other me. If he could tell, the next time he fucked me that a better man than he had been in there? Then I smiled; who cares!

I felt the warm splash as his heavy cum spilled into my excited love canal. My body shook and my fingers went to my hard nipples squeezing them to keep me from crying out. Nathan rolled off of me. "Now Mark!" he breathed.

Mark scampered onto the bed and crawled between Nathan's legs. He covered Nathan's still pumping dick with his mouth and licked at spewing cum. His head went up and down on the pulsating cock and the sight excited me. He was giving Nathan a blowjob and drinking his seed.

I couldn't believe it. But even more, I couldn't believe the excitement the sight instilled in me. I liked what I saw and my fingers went to my still pulsing clit and I started stroking it while I finger fucked my wet cunt. Nathan reached over and pinched my nipples and my body shuddered with pleasure once again. 

When Mark finished with Nathan he looked to me, "Are you ready, Mistress?" he asked.

I looked at him with a blank expression. 

"Lay back and spread your legs," Nathan directed me. I looked at him then at Mark then I lay back and did as he told me. 

Mark crawled between my legs and he gently separated my pussy lips. I raised myself onto my elbows and watched as he put his face to my sticky twat and his tongue started exploring the inner regions of my sweet pie. It felt good. Then I thought, 'he's sucking and licking out the seed that Nathan left in me.' 

I placed my hands on the back of his head and pushed him deeper between my legs. My hips pushed toward his mouth. I moaned and forced him deeper and deeper into my mysterious darkness.

His tongue felt wonderful and my body didn't want him to stop. Up and down he tongue fucked me. His mouth covered my entire female region as he licked and sucked and licked some more. Nathan rolled over and covered my mouth with his and chills covered my body. He French kissed me while Mark cleaned his cum from my cunt. Before Mark finished, I had two more orgasms.

When I finally opened my eyes, I was shocked that everyone was leaning over me watching for my reactions of what had just occurred.

Martha smiled as my eyes fluttered. "How did you enjoy that?" 

At first I couldn't find the words to answer. Then my mouth started moving and, "It was the most spectacular thing I've ever been a part of. I don't know what to say! Wow!" My mind raced to find the words to express what I was feeling.

"Why can't Mark play?" I asked. "He is your husband, don't you love him? Why is he not allowed to fuck you too?"

"Mark gets all that he needs and desires, my dear sister, just like Ronnie and eventually just like Fred will. This is what I have been trying to get across to you for weeks."

I turned to Mark, "Is this true, do you enjoy watching Martha with another man? Don't you want to have sex with your wife?"

"Yes, Ma'am, it is true. I love seeing Martha happy and when she's happy, she gives me all that I want and desire. It is my pleasure to see my wife happy and fulfilled. It is my delight that she lets me clean her and her lovers up afterwards. I love taking care of the woman that I love," he assured me.

I guess I was feeling spiteful. I said, "Do you know that she is with other men when she leaves you and goes out at night?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I know. She brings me home such sweet desserts after a night out. I get to lick out all that hot cum in her pussy and some times she lets me fuck her first then I get to taste me and her Bulls cum mingled," he smiled so big. 

I looked down; his dick was pushing against his apron once again.

"Now, get dressed and give me the extra key to your apartment," Martha demanded.

"What! Why do you want my key?" I asked.

"So I can surprise Fred next time you guys are having sex," she shared.

"Oh no, no!" I won't have you invading my privacy! NO!" I argued.

"Oh, yes you will. Just wait!" she assured me as she held out my purse. I opened it and pulled out my keys. Looking at her angrily, I opened it and took out my extra key then handed it to her.

"You'll never know when I'm coming. It will be a surprise. So you can't plan around it. Don't even try," Martha smiled.

I rolled off the bed and began to dress. I thanked everyone for the good time I had and headed for the door.

"Tomorrow night we're going to the club again. Be there for six, okay?" Martha called after me.

"Sure," I said reluctantly and closed the door behind me.

Driving home I decided that Martha was trying to control my life and destroy the relationship I had with Fred. I thought, 'She doesn't like him for some reason. I can't put my finger on it though.'

I climbed in the shower and washed the sex off me. Then I took my razor and shaved all the hair off my muff. It felt strange but good. It was smooth and silky. My clit was exposed and the cool air tickled her. 

My fingers started pinching my little sex dick and soon my legs were quivering. I slid down the wall of the shower and sat on the cold porcelain and masturbated my clean cooter for the first time. It was silky smooth and the sensations were more pronounced. My orgasm came like a thunderous wave over my body. 

My head fell backward as my body convulsed with the joy of this new sensation I was experiencing. I turned the shower on once again allowing the strong force of the water to bounce on my new womanhood wanting to enjoy the waves of pleasure as long as I could.

~ Chapter 4

The next night I reluctantly met Martha at LaLounge and again it was crowded. I looked around hoping to see Kevin but alas he wasn't in sight. We sat at a table as Martha ordered drinks.

"Do you think you're ready for two guys at once?" she asked out of the blue.

"More than one man at a time I don't think so!" I told her. "I'm not a slut!" 

"Yes you are, you just aren't aware of it yet. You will be soon I assure you!" She saw someone in the crowd and she waved them to her. I looked up when he arrived it was Kevin.




Right Where I Want Him



I smiled when I saw him and my cunt got anxious. I so wanted to feel him in me again.

"Hey Kevin," I smiled, "how have you been?"

"Great! How about you?" he returned.

Before I could answer, Martha leaned over and whispered in his ear. He shook is head up and down as if to say he understood and then left.

My mind whirled. I wanted to know what she had said to him but I knew she would never tell me. I watched as he left and tried to follow him but soon the crowd consumed him and he was lost from my sight.

Our drinks arrived and Martha started talking to me about the night before and asking me, "How did you enjoyed having Nathan between your legs last night?" 

"It was nice, he is a good lay," I told her reluctantly.

"Yeah, I enjoy him a lot too," she smiled. "How would you like to have Fred and all those other men who make you feel so good as well?"

"That would be wonderful but Fred would never be like Mark. He is too possessive and wants me all to himself. That's why I have been using you as my excuse to go out. I know that at least I will have more fun with the guys you know," I explained to her.

"Oh no sweet sister, you can have it all if you just play your cards right. I've been leading you down the right track but it is soon going to be time for you to take the initiative and show him what you expect. It's going to take more than just playing around when you're with me," Martha instructed.

"I don't know what you mean," I said a bit uncomfortably.

"You will soon. That's why I asked for your spare key last night. Don't be surprised if when Fred is at your place you get some company dropping in unrepentantly. It could be me or it could even be Mom. You just never know. But don't let that stop him," she smiled devilishly.

Kevin came back and told Martha, "It's all ready."

"Good thanks!" She turned to me and said, "You need to go with Kevin; he has a surprise for you. I think you'll like it a lot. I'll be there shortly."

Kevin took my hand and led me back up the stairs. We walked into a room with two beds. One bed was empty the other had three guys sitting on it in different stages of undress. 

I became very uncomfortable. I looked to Kevin for help and understanding. "What is this?" I asked.

"Martha wanted you to see how much fun you can have with more than one man. This is Carlos, Max, and Franklin. They go to school with us, maybe you've seen them around campus?" he explained.

"Franklin looks familiar but I don't know you two, sorry," I said to the guys.

"Not a problem," Carlos said, "You will in a couple of hours." 

"Have you ever had sex with more than one guy before?" Max inquired.

I looked at Kevin, fear in my eyes and asked, "What does he mean?"

"No, she just lost her virginity three days ago, guys so Martha wants you to be gentle and careful with her. Her words were, 'Make it enjoyable and exciting at the same time.' And if it's not, she made threats you don't want to hear and we all know that she means it."

Kevin kissed me on the lips and then left a trail of kisses down my neck and ended at the cleavage of my breast. He released the hook that held my heavy tits in their cradles. They fell free and I heard the guys on the bed mumbling.

Kevin's lips nipped at my nipples and I felt hands on my butt. I knew they weren't Kevin's because his were on my breasts. 

I felt the zipper being pulled down on my jeans and the button being slipped out of its hole. The hands on my butt pulled then down over my hip and off my legs. Fingers traced the curve of my back and then wrapped themselves around my waist.

Wetness on my back made me think that one of them was kissing me. He softly kissed the back of my neck and then kissed each vertebrate as he made his way down to my ass. He blew on my skin when he reached the top of the crack in my ass. It tickled and made my nipples hard. I moaned with delight.

Another pair of hands now explored my breast. Kevin's tongue was down my throat but I opened my eyes and saw that it was the one he introduced as Franklin. I watched as he licked his lips and then folded them around the areola of my free-swinging tit.

It felt so good to have one man kissing me, and one sucking my large mounds and another kissing and playing with my back. 

I felt like I would explode with all the attention I was getting from these three men. I had forgotten about he fourth until I felt wetness between my legs as my gates of Venus were separated with the tip of a tongue.

My knees gave out and I began to fall. Someone caught me and three of them lay me on the bed. Fingers, mouths and hands started exploring me immediately. 

Kevin had undressed and he started to guide his dick into the wetness between my legs. He was the first to see my newly shaved cunt. "Oh, you've made improvements, I like. I want to taste it, may I?" he asked.

Embarrassed, I nodded my head. He knelt before me and his tongue touched my exposed female dick. I shook and I started to fall towards the floor again. Kevin's hands grabbed me and kept me from hitting the carpet a second time.

He pushed me back further on the bed then crawled onto it himself. He once again guided his fuck stick toward my liquid love canal. I loved the warmth that shot through me as his length dove deep into my pool of pleasure. My nipples were hard and my knees pulled toward my body.

Carlos kissed me. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth and he sucked my lips into his opening. He swirled his tongue around mine and our two linguas danced. I felt the hardness of his cock on my arm as he knelt over me.

Max sucked my breast into his mouth. His teeth nibbled gently on my areola as his fingers massaged the thickness of the mounds. Each time he nibbled a lightening bolt traveled to the spot that Kevin was stimulating.

I felt Franklin's hands as he ran them through my hair. He was gentle and he made moaning sounds as his fingers twisted themselves into the thick locks. He then pulled all of my hair into what felt like a pony tail then a French twist. His moans became louder and he started moving the hair up and down.

I had four men on me making my body react to each of them in a different manner. I couldn't feel or see what any one of them was doing but the culmination of the four of them made my body tingle and scream for more. Even Franklin's unusual playing with my hair was sensual.

Carlos pulled his tongue out of my mouth and kissed me gently on the forehead. He pulled off his jeans and took his thick shaft into his hand. He stroked it slowly, very close to my face. 

I tried to turn away but Franklin held my head still with his hands and his moans became louder. I could feel him massaging and slightly stroking my hair.

There was the glistening of precum on the cock Carlos smiled down at me. He guided his prick toward my face and he ran the head with its precum on my lips while he forced them open. His phallus slipped in and he started fucking my mouth. 

I was scared. I was having problems breathing. All the fingers, hands and mouths were blocking my senses. I realized that I was being gang banged. I even realized at that moment that it wasn't Franklin's hands that were stroking my hair, but his dick. The only Phallus that wasn't in me was Max's. I wondered where and how he was going to fuck me.

But the experience wasn't completely terrifying. I loved the sensations that my body was experiencing, the touch of their skin as they fondled me. There was fire dancing inside of me and tingling in my cunt. My nipples were like stones and even my ass was excited the hole pulsed as if it were being fucked.

Kevin was the first to cum. His seed exploded in me and my back arched toward him. My pussy seemed to suck him in further rather than repeal him after his load was released. When he pulled out there was a noticeable pop as he escaped the vacuum my pussy had created. 

He fell on the bed beside me. I reached over and stroked his pulsing pole. Seed flowed down the sides. I used that to run my hand up and down the shaft. His chest heaved and he moaned each time my fingers traced the ridge of his crown. His body jerked as I ran my fingers around his pulsing spout hole. I wished Mark was here to lick the sticky cum off Kevin's dick and turn me on as it had the night before.

Max released my tits. He whispered in Carlos' ear and he pulled his dick out of my mouth. Then he spoke softly in Franklin's ear and he released my hair. With them off me, Max helped me off the bed. He kissed me deeply, lifted me off the bed, and his hands explored the contours of my body. 

First he traced the features of my face. He kissed my forehead, my cheeks and my lips. Then his fingers traveled down my neck and each hand cupped a breast. He squeezed them firmly then pinched each nipple. Max then licked his lips and a string of saliva sparkled in the light of the room. 

His wet lips and tongue tickled the hard nipples and he nibbled the left one shooting hot shots of passion down to my clit. 

His fingers continued to explore my tingling skin. His hands went to my waist and he measured my hips with the width of his hands, fingers splayed. He pulled my butt cheeks apart then pressed them close together. Then pulled them apart again. His fingers tracing the crack of my ass then pressing on the tight star patterned hole. 

I felt his peter harden as he cupped my ass in his hands. Then he stepped behind me and started kissing my shoulder blades. His hands moved silkily up my arms to the pits. Then he traced the lift of my breast and the curve of my hip once again. 

I could feel his hardness rising as he learned the contour of my body. Max's lips were on my neck and Carlos' were on my Twat. 

Carlos slightly spread my legs apart. His tongue ran across my erect female dick and my legs went weak. The only support was Max's large hands on my hip. If not for his strength, I would have been on the floor.

Then I felt something cold spray on my asshole. At first I thought Max had blown his wad. Then I realized that would have been warm. Then it came, a burning as my skin ripped and Max pressed his hard, thick, crown into my tight ass hole.

He bent me at the waist and leaned over me as he forced his Pud deeper into my ass. The only relief was Carlos' tongue darting in and out of my wet sexpot and pinching my erect clit. 

I felt Franklin's dick in my hair again. His cries softly floated through the air as the grunts of both Carlos and Max screamed in my ears. Then Kevin started playing with my tits again. I was feeling both pleasure and pain and my mind didn't know what to do. 

I heard footsteps and I opened my eyes to see who had walked into the room. The bodies blocked my line of sight, but I could see Martha's high heels as she stood close to me.

"Wow! I'd like to be where you are right now!" she said with a smile in her voice. "Are you enjoying all this attention?"

I tried to hide the panic and whispered, "It is exciting and enjoyable, but I've never had this many dicks in me at once. It's a bit overwhelming."

"Well, as time goes on you will get use to this. And you'll love it once we bring Fred into the picture. You will like having him prepare your Bulls and suck their cum out of your pussy when they are finished" she assured me.

Max had not even slowed while she talked. His pipe continued to slid in and out of the tight ass. I heard his breathing become labored and his fingers dug deeper into the soft skin of my waist. He banged harder and harder. 

Carlos' tongue darted deeper into my pussy with each thrust of Max's dick deeper into my now relenting butt. His fingers pinched my tense clit that seemed to vibrate with each thrust of Max's body toward mine.

I felt the long, hard Putz grow in my ass. I could feel the pulsating as the seed forced its way up the shaft and sped toward the opening at the eye of its head. I steadied myself for the force that I knew it would have.

His nails dug into my delicate white skin causing me pain. His hips banged hard against my fleshy butt and I could feel his hipbones as they crashed against me. My skin tore where his nails dug into it. His voice rose as the thick cum flowed up the shaft. 

"DAMN WOMAN!" he screamed and the seed erupted into my ass and back splashed onto him and my butt. He held tight like he was riding a bucking bronco as his pelvic arch attacked me. 

All of this action and noise must have really excited Carlos because he pinched and played with my clit more vigorously and his tongue seemed to grow into a giant penis as it darted in and out of my pussy. It was like being fucked with a medium sized dick. I had an explosive orgasm and I felt his spurt as it fell on my legs.

At the same time I felt the pulling of my hair. I remembered that Franklin was still fucking my hair. I thought, "Damn! He came in my hair!"

Franklin fell onto the floor after his climax subsided. Yellowish cum was still pulsing from his spent Johnson. I had never heard of a hair fetish before. Now I would have to wash my long locks once again. It wouldn't be easy either, since it would be sticky and matted before I got home.

Martha helped me off the floor once the guys had stepped back from me. "You are beautiful," she smiled then licked some cum off my tits.

I pulled back. I wasn't sure how to take that advance. 

"Tomorrow night, I want you to have Fred over. I'm going to come in about nine o'clock and surprise you. I will be alone this time, but I want him to get use to people walking in on you," she informed me. "Now go take a shower before you hair turns into a board with all that sticky cum in it."

She showed me to the shower and I felt so refreshed after getting all that male slime off me and out of me. When I stepped out, all of them were still there. Martha was giving Kevin a blowjob and Max was fucking her.

I dressed and started for the door. "Don't forget, nine o'clock tomorrow night!" I heard Martha say as I closed the door.

~ Chapter 5

Driving home I felt nervous. I wondered how many times Fred had called. I wondered if he was mad at me for leaving him alone again. I also smelled cum. It was oozing from my pussy. I thought I had cleaned it all but it continued to make my panties wet.

As I pulled up to my apartment, I saw Fred's Jeep sitting in front of it. He opened the door and climbed out when I pulled into the driveway.

"I was worried. I called you four times in two hours. I didn't think you would spend that much time at your mothers," he started as soon as I stepped out of the car.

"Well, she needed some help with the wall papering she was doing in the bathroom and I couldn't tell her no," I explained one more lie. I couldn't believe how good I was getting at this exaggeration stuff.

"You could have called, I was worried!" he raised his voice.

"I didn't think about it, I'm sorry, but I was visiting with my Mom and Ronnie; you need to understand that I do have a family!" I raised my voice.

Fred bowed his head, "I'm sorry, I was just worried that you were gone so long. I never spend that much time at my parent's, but then again, they're assholes," he took me in his arms and kissed me. I just knew he was going to smell the salty cum dripping in my panties.

He followed me into the apartment and asking me, "Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?"

I turned and faced him as I took off my sweater. "Why do you ask that? What makes you think I'm mad with you, or what have you done that you think I should be mad about?" I asked.

"No, I haven't done anything that you should be mad about," he said defiantly as his face turned red.

I ignored this reaction and walked into the kitchen and got a drink. "Want something?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'd like a beer, if you have one," he smiled and looked relieved.

I opened the fridge and handed him a bottle. 

"Thanks, can we talk?" he asked.

"Sure, we should always talk, don't you think?" I asked. "What is it you want to talk about?"

"I'm wondering if you still have feelings for me. Since we had sex last week you haven't been around much," he let out a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry, my family needed me and I can't tell them that I can't because my boyfriend wants to have sex," I said somewhat sarcastically.

I know but we have sex then you disappear. I thought you had enjoyed it. I know I sure did. It was some of the best sex I have ever had!" he boasted then realized what he had said.

"I mean... okay I lied, I did have sex before; it was when I was a senior in high school. I had to see what they were all talking about. I'm sorry I lied!" he became defensive.

"I'm not a virgin anymore so your high school sex doesn't bother me at all," I just smiled.

"I'm really horny tonight, I want to feel you on me tonight. I want to make you feel good again! Please, I'm really hurting here! It's been almost a week since we had sex!" he begged.

"Not tonight, I'm tired. Tomorrow night, I promise. I will set aside all night for you, but tonight I just want to shower and fall into my bed." It was almost the truth!

"Be here at eight, tomorrow night and I will be so sexy you won't be able to keep your hands off me. You'll fuck me like a whore instead of the woman you love! And I will play your slut if you would like," my eyes glanced at the woody that had just grown between his legs.

Walking as close as I could to him, I kissed him hard on the lips. Then I knelt before him and pulled his jeans off. His stiffy greeted me. I sucked it into my mouth and my head went to his fur and back out to his crown.

"Oh baby! Suck me good! I want so much to fuck you! Let me do it! PLEASE!" he cried.

I continued to suck and lick at his acorn. His hands went to my shoulders and his hips pivoted in and out of my tight lips as I sucked hard on the long shaft. 

"Suck me Baby! Make me spit in that sweet red mouth of yours. I am going to fuck that throat so deep that you won't even taste my sweet cum!" and he slammed against my face forcing his length down my throat. Then pulled it back up to the crown.

My tongue swirled around it and then I sucked him deeper into my throat. "Oh I like this. I knew all women liked to suck cock more than they pretended!" he whispered and pushed my face into his fur once again. It took about twenty minutes before he spilled is seed deep in my throat.

As his prick shrunk, I let it slip out of my lips. His hands fell to my shoulders so he could support himself as he knelt before me. "That was great! Will you do that to me again tomorrow?" he asked.

I smiled and shook my head, yes. Then I kissed him and as I did, I pushed his seed back into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow. I didn't release him until I knew he had taken it all. Then I bent over and sucked him into my mouth once again.

Fred's hands were once again on my head. He slammed my face into his muff and I sucked as hard as I could. He pushed me back onto the floor and slammed his pecker deep in my cum lubricated snatch. He fucked me hard and rough and it took him a long while to spill another load of seed. By the time he finished, my back was sore from lying on the uncovered hard wood floor.

His weight fell on me, pinning me there. His chest heaved against mine and I was in pain. He kissed me again refusing to let me move my head. "That wasn't half bad, but I'm not a fag and you won't feed me my salty cum ever again, will you?" he asked.

I shook my head, no.

"I can't hear you," he yelled.

"NO!" I replied defiantly.

"Tomorrow, you will be my slut and you will do as I instruct you, right?" he asked. 

I didn't reply.

"RIGHT!" He yelled.

"Right," I replied.

"That's my good girl! You are my baby you know; I don't want to hurt you. I love you baby!" he whispered and kissed me softly kissing my face.




Right Where I Want Him



Then he stood up and pulled on his jeans. He turned as he walked out the door, "Wear something really slinky, slutty, and sexy tomorrow night, I'll be here at seven," he said and left.

Chapter 6

I crawled to the bed. My head hurt and tears were streaming down my face. I picked up the phone and called Martha.

"Hello?" Mark answered.

"Mark, is Martha home yet? I really need to talk with her," I asked hopefully.

"Sorry sweetie, she's not here yet, do you want me to have her call you when she arrives?" he asked. "Or is there something I can do for you?"

I swallowed hard and tried to push back the tears so he wouldn't hear me crying. "No, I guess I'll call her in the morning," I managed to say, "But thanks anyway, have a good night Mark, bye!"

I was about to hang up when he said, "Wait, she just came through the door," he handed the phone to her and the next voice I heard was Martha's. Tears filled my eyes and I sobbed uncontrollably.

"Baby, what happened?" she asked.

"When I got home, Fred was waiting for me. He was upset because I've been gone so much. I didn't want to have sex with him since I still had other guy's cum in my cunt; so I gave him a blowjob. Then something came over me. I kissed him with my mouth still full of his seed. Once there, I blew it all back into his mouth," I explained.

Martha laughed out loud.

"This isn't funny!" I barked. "He got really angry and raped me. I hate him!" I cried.

"I'll be there in just a few minutes," she promised.

When Martha arrived Mark was with her. "Sorry sweetie, I had to bring him, I needed to be cleaned," she apologized and sat on the sofa spreading her legs. Her cunt was uncovered. Mark looked at me then climbed between them. I watched as his tongue licked and sucked her Venus doors open then his face dove between them and started sucking the four other men's seed out of her sexpot.

She started talking as if Mark wasn't there. "I can't believe that bastard had the nerve to rape you. Are you okay baby?" she asked concerned.

"Yes, I'm just so angry, I just want him to pay! I want to use and abuse him as much as he did me tonight!" I said and tears streamed down my cheeks.

"I was coming alone tomorrow, but I think I'll bring Kevin with me," Martha said as she ran her hand through my hair trying to comfort me. "I do love that you shot his seed back at him though!" she laughed.

I giggled, "It was rather exciting and the look on his face was worth it! I guess I just wanted to give him a hint of what is to come!"

"I was going to come over alone tomorrow night, but I'm bringing Kevin; he'll put Fred in his place!"

"No, not Kevin, anyone but Kevin, he knows I've danced with Kevin," I pleaded.

"Okay, how about Nathan? He's someone who could put the fear of God in an asshole like Fred," she advised.

"Yeah, I think he would be perfect!" I agreed.

I couldn't take my eyes of Mark. He was like a puppy dog; lapping at Martha's open slit like it was a food dish. She sat there talking just like he wasn't there.

"Good, what time is he dropping by?" she asked.

"He said seven," I whispered, tears started down my cheeks again.

Martha placed her arms around me and held me while I cried. "You will be the big winner here, darlin' I promise you that!" she uttered.

She turned to Mark, "Clean her now, she needs it bad!"

He crawled off the sofa and onto the floor. He spread my legs wide and buried his face in my smooth cunt. I felt his thick tongue snake its way deep into my Quim. First he licked my clit that had become hard at the touch of his stiff tongue.

"Mmmmm," I moaned. Martha ran her hand through my long hair and softly stroked it, calming me further.

Mark's hands came to my pussy as well; he pinched my clit and spread the lips further to facilitate his dive into the deeper regions of my pool of lust. 

I loved the way his tongue played in my garden tasting all the delicious fruits that were hidden there. From time to time he would pull off and blow on my clit or lick her so that she knew he was there and that he intended her to enjoy this new journey.

Mark licked and sucked me for a long time, maybe even an hour, while Martha tried to calm me and make me feel better about the next night. 

"He'll never force you again after tomorrow night," she promised me.

I just stared at her and shook my head. I was enjoying Mark's tongue rolling around in me and cleaning all the sticky cum from me. So much so that I began to moan my hands went to his head and I pushed him deeper into my hot cunt. My hips pushed towards his tongue. I wanted to be fucked again.

Martha started pinching my nipples and Mark's tongue explored harder and deeper. Again, I felt uncomfortable at my sister's touch but I was so enjoying her husband's that a let it go. 

Before long, I felt the wetness of her mouth on my tits as she sucked them. Mark's fingers had joined his tongue in my wet nookie. My hips pumped towards his face. I was hot with desire. I wanted to be fucked again!

Then I felt stiffness between my legs. I opened my eyes to see and Martha had a dildo in her hand and she was fucking my wet clam with it. I moaned and Mark sucked my clit. Martha seemed very familiar with this plastic dick. She knew where to put it and how to make it feel really good. I closed my eyes and spread my legs farther. Within minutes the warmth of hot water rushed through my body and I quivered with passion.

A tongue licked my slit. I didn't open my eyes to see whose it was. I just enjoyed it.

"Now, sweetie, tomorrow I will bring Nathan with me. We will start training that little snot how to be submissive to you and how you deserve to be treated! Try to get some sleep and don't let what he did upset you any longer. You will be on top before you know it!" she assured me then pulled Mark behind her as she walked out the door. 

I climbed into bed, completely satisfied and relaxed. I felt loved and comforted. I slept like a baby.

~ Chapter 7

The sun shown through my window and awakened me. The day before was almost just a blur. All except Fred's action my heart still cried over that.

I dressed and headed for class at seven. When Fred came in I avoided eye contact. He sat beside me, "Baby, I'm sorry about last night, I didn't mean to hurt you," he murmured.

I tried to ignore him, but I just couldn't bring myself to do that to anyone. I looked at him and he saw the lack of sleep in my eyes. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I'll never hurt you again, I promise with every part of my being!"

I just stared at him. 

"You don't have to be my slut tonight, I will worship you and take care of you no matter what!" he promised.

"Well, I'll decide tonight," I uttered coolly.

The professor started his lecture and put an end to our conversation. 

Kevin walked in. I noticed he hesitated at the door, and then when he saw me he smiled and waved. He walked to a seat near the windows. 

Peeking at Fred, I saw a look of hurt cross his face. He also seemed angry. 'Oh well, he is the asshole here. But soon he will be just as I want him,' I thought as my pussy became wet at the thought of Kevin.

After class, Fred and I went to lunch. He was again apologetic about the night before. 

"I don't understand why you got so upset," I whispered in the crowded restaurant. "Didn't you like the taste of your own seed? I love it! I just wanted you to share in the love," I explained.

"I think I was so horny that I exploded," he confessed. "I promise not to blow up ever again!" 

"If you like, I'll fix dinner tonight," I offered.

"That would be nice, I haven't had a good home cooked meal in weeks; this stuff is getting old," he sighed.

"Good, I'll go shopping right after lunch and I'll see you at seven. How does that sound?" I asked.

"I'm looking forward to it, sweetheart," Fred smiled.

We parted outside the restaurant. I headed for the grocery; Fred had another class. I decided to cook a roast, simple just had to pop it into the oven for a few hours. I cut up some onions, potatoes and carrots and covered it to cook slowly.

While I was out, I bought a really sexy dress and some revealing lingerie. I tried on the dress and it made me look really hot. It was red with a lace up front that revealed most of my breasts and it also laced up in the back. The hem fell just four inches below my pussy. It accented my sexy figure and I loved the way I looked and felt in it. I knew it would turn heads. 

I also bought a really sexy fringed open bust bra with a short cover up, a garter belt and G-string panties. I found this great baby doll with a red ribbon on the front, made me look like a birthday present. The black G-string panties were so sexy. Then I found a fishnet babydoll and matching thong. I knew Fred was going to flip when he saw my new wardrobe.

When I returned home, there was a message from Martha telling me what time she and Nathan would arrive. She told me that I should be dressed sexily and that Fred should be really hot and horny by the time she got there. I thought, well I was wise to go shopping before I got home.

I put the roast in the oven then went to shower and get ready. Before I dressed, I masturbated. I was getting excited about tonight but I was also nervous. I was afraid that there would be a big fight when Martha turned up with Nathan. But then again, I thought Nathan was mature enough not to let anything bad happen.

The doorbell rang at exactly seven o'clock. I opened it in my new sexy dress and the smile on Fred's face said it all. 

"Wow! Did you buy that for me?" he asked.

"Yes, I did. I told you I'd be your slut tonight!" I smiled.

He licked his lips and his finger traced the X's that laced up my breasts. "Forget dinner, I'll just eat you!"

"Let's save that for dessert. I've made a great roast with potatoes and carrots. I will taste so much better as dessert," I teased but still felt tense about the previous night. 

He stepped in and kissed me hard on the lips. I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I had set the table and fixed a salad to go with the meal. Fred sat down and I handed him a beer.

I placed the meal on the table and he took a bite. "Mmmmm, you're right, this will make you taste even better," he licked his lips.

I joined him at the table and I initiated safe conversations. I didn't want to bring up any suggestion of the night before. We took our time eating and the conversation had finally become comfortable. My chest was starting to relax and we were laughing. It felt like old times. Fred helped me clean the kitchen. Once it was done, he could no longer restrain himself. He pulled me to him and his tongue attacked my tonsils. His hands explored all the familiar regions of my body and the curves that the new dress accentuated. 

"You are so hot tonight, baby. My cock mourns for you! Please forgive me for being so mean last night. I just missed you so much!" he begged.

I kissed him and tried to show how much I loved him. But I was so nervous. I didn't know what would happen when Martha walked in.

Fred was standing at the foot of the bed when I went into the bedroom. I walked up to him and he took me in his arms. He squeezed my butt, which was easy to find in my tight dress. His lips caressed my nipple through the revealing fabric. By pulling lightly up the hem rose above my womanhood.

He pushed me back onto the bed. My red thong was staring at him and his dick was pointing at me. He tore of his pants and his arrow shot out.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned and licked my lips. I could fee the moisture spewing into my sugar walls. I was so hot and I wanted him so much. 

"Come lick me baby then make passionate love to me!" I cried.

Fred tore off his shirt and jumped onto the bed. His lips found mine and I felt the tip of his rod as it searched for the opening between my legs. He finally found her and I felt the wetness as his head tried to force its way in. He pressed hard and then I felt the tear as he pushed his way in.

"Ahhhhhh!" he sighed and his hips began their rhythm slow and steady then a little faster. My body began to follow his. We were really into it. I can't say how long he was fucking me and I didn't hear the door open or close.

"Umphummm!" I was startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat. I had forgotten about the time. 

Fred looked up and I opened my eyes. There stood Martha and Nathan. Fred was red and speechless. I feigned surprise; "Martha what the hell are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming tonight. I had plans, you should have called!" 

"Well, I thought you might want to go out with us and have a drink. We were in the neighborhood and I decided to just drop in," she said, "Have you met Nathan?"

I looked at Fred and he was speechless. He had lost his hard-on and his mouth was wide open. 

"Fred, you know my sister, Martha, don't you?" I introduced him. "And this is her friend Nathan."

Fred held out his hand as if he had met them on the street and shook Nathan's hand. "Nice to meet you," he said like a robot.

"It looks like you're a little busy, sweetheart, maybe we should join you. It might be more fun," she smiled and turned to Nathan. "Would you like to fuck my little sister and I'll take her stud of a boyfriend here?" she told him more than asked him.

"Sure, that might be fun!" Nathan played along.

"What do you think you're doing?" I interjected. "I didn't invite you here!" 

"But I am here and I like the look of Fred there with that pecker in your pussy. I want to see how good a young Willie feels in me. It's been a long time. I would love to have that young seed in me for Mark to have as a snack tonight!"

Fred rolled off me and started getting dressed. Martha stood in front of him and took his tallywacker into her hand. Her long fingers wrapped around it and he stood perfectly still. Then she began to stroke him and he caught his breath. Martha's red lips covered Fred's mouth. I saw her tongue slip inside. Then she started to kneel down and he had to follow his motions.

In the meantime, Nathan started undressing and crawled onto the bed. "Hello there my pretty lady, we meet again!" he whispered and leaned over planting a kiss on my lips. 

My heart fluttered, I wanted what he had between his legs and I desired his gentleness. His mouth covered my breast and sucked it in. His teeth gently nibbled the hard nipple. Releasing it he sucked the tit in again. His eyes stared at me and my pussy filled with lubricating fluids.

He crawled between my legs and I felt his tongue on my clit.

"Look at me!" I heard Martha demand. "Your little girlfriend is in good hands. Look how well he is treating the woman you love! Don't you want her to have a man that can make her feel like a real woman? Don't you want your woman to be satisfied?"

"Yeah, but I think I can do that just fine and so does she!" he retorted.

"Oh really and what makes you such a good fuck?" she countered.

"I've had enough women that I know how to please one!" he snorted arrogantly.

"Show me then. If you can please me then I'll take my friend home and leave you to my little sister alone!" she attacked.

"That's a deal!" I heard Fred say gruffly. I knew he would fail this test.

"Slow down big boy, a woman likes to feel that she is being caressed not flogged. Treat me like a delicate flower not a wild boar!" Martha directed him.

Martha kissed him long and slow; Fred calmed down. She ran her long nails down his chest then kissed his flat nipples. "That's better, baby. You do have a nice Willy. I'll bet you can fill me full of sweet cum, Mmmmmm," she teased him.

Fred leaned over her and raised high on his toes. His hose pointed to her fire and he came down slow and steady. His pushups caused her to moan and coo as he pleased her. He was still angry so his motions were erratic. 

Martha tolerated it but I could tell she was not getting what she wanted. When Fred finally shot his wad into her she just smiled. 

He rolled off her and asked, "Well?"

She sighed deeply. "Good thing I wasn't too horny or I'd be masturbating now," Martha chided.

Fred rolled off her and yelled, "You don't know shit!" 

Martha laughed. "You're right baby, I don't but I do know dicks and yours is broken!"

Fred looked at me to support him, but I was still being pleasured by Nathan. I didn't want to be any part of what was going on between the two of them. This was Martha's show not mine.

When I came both Fred and Martha stopped their bickering to watch my body shiver and convulse in rejoice of the sexual pleasure from Nathan. Then Nathan kissed me gently and ran his tongue over my hard nipples. He was whispering in my ear, "Just play along," and nuzzling my neck.

"You know Fred," Martha started, "you're girlfriend, my sister now has a pussy full of another man's seed. The next time you fuck her, you're going to think about that and it's going to make you feel less about yourself. I think the wise thing would be for you to go over to her and get that thick cum out of her hot pussy before it finds a home in there. Don't you agree?" she taunted.

Fred looked from Martha to me to Nathan. I could see from his eyes that he wanted to kill Nathan and slap Martha around. But he was too humiliated to do either. He just pondered for a few minutes while Nathan sucked my nipples.

He finally stood up and came to the bed. He pushed Nathan off me and looked at me with a scowl. I managed to squeeze out tears like I was upset that this man had fucked me.

He crawled onto the bed and spread my legs apart. Nathan's cum filled my cunt and Fred just stared at it. Then he looked around and saw Martha watching him. He spread my pussy lips and smelled the seed there. Then he tentatively darted his tongue into my slit and tasted the thick cum inside.

"How is it?" Martha codded.

"It's delicious!" Fred assured her. 

I believe he thought that if he were positive that Martha would let him stop. 

"Good, now clean all of it out of her cooter!" 

Fred took a deep breath and looked at me angrily. Bending over me, he plunged back into my bank and licked up all the seed he could find. When he finally came up for air, there was a yellowish beard on his chin.

"Mmmm, I like your new whiskers," Martha teased. "Did you enjoy taking care of your Mistress little boy?"

"Yeah, it was okay I guess," he answered snidely.

"Oh, what an attitude we have now. Bad boy! You must address me as Ma'am or Mistress! Do you understand?" she scolded.

"Yeah! I understand!" Fred scowled.

"Excuse me?" Martha whispered.

"I mean yes, Ma'am!" Fred quickly corrected.

"Much better, good boy! Now come kiss your Mistress' feet," she ordered.

Fred crawled to her and bent down and kissed her feet. She patted him on the head. "From now on, you will treat my sister with the respect you must give to me. You must call her Ma'am and if she chooses to take a lover, you must bow down to her wishes and you must clean her as you did today! Do you understand this as I have explained?" Martha asked him.

"Yeah," he squawked.

Martha just scowled and Fred quickly corrected his mistake. "Yes, Ma'am!"

"Good, I'm glad you understand!" she winked at me. "Now, come clean your spunk out of my cunt!" 

Fred turned crimson. He looked at me angrily then crawled off the bed and to Martha. She spread her legs wide and he dove in like an otter after a clam. Martha's hands pressed his face deep into her juicy box and held him there. Her hips plunged toward his face and he buried himself deeper into her sweet pie.

When he surfaced, Martha took his face into her hands and pulled him toward her. She kissed him deeply then licked the remaining cum off his face. "Oh, you taste good!" she laughed and licked his chin again.

Nathan walked over to Martha and extended a hand. She took it and he helped her up. "Come, Fred, help me dress," she instructed. He looked from me to her then he did as he was told. I was becoming nervous. 'What will he do when she's gone?' I wondered. I was afraid he would attack me as he had the night before.