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Depraved

By: Master_Mike



Lying back on her bed she takes her nylons and binds her big tits tightly. Reaching over she grabs her favorite toy, defiling herself forcing a huge dildo down her throat, fucking it while fisting her cunt. Him in the shadows stroking his big cock. He slowly slips in quietly as she is mauling her tits, eyes squeezed tight, forcing the thick dildo deep in her throat gagging herself with it. Her hand buried deep inside, juices squirting out around the distorted lips. She is in such a state of lust and desire thinking about his huge cock. 

Wanting it. 

Needing it.

Hungering for it.

She takes the dildo out of her mouth and hand out of her stretched cunt, grabs her tits and squeezes them hard. Oh god I want that huge cock. Milk squirting from the nipples catching it in her wide open mouth.

Now by the bed he stands stroking his huge cock, his balls so full from being teased and tormented by her over the months,

and here she is in such a state of lust she dose not even realize he is just inches from her.

Her body quivers from being racked from her tightly bound tits.

The nylons digging in.

Forcing the hot white fluid to stream out

Suddenly she shakes and quivers.

A orgasm racks her from the pain and pleasure

Opening her eyes only to be met with the sight of him. Stroking the biggest cock she has ever saw. Two fat balls nestled underneath.

She is shocked but in such a state of lust.

She slides over tilts her head back "fuck my throat".

Putting the plum sized head to her lips and holding her by the sides of her face he forces his cock deep. so hot, so wet

Wiggling her tongue.

So thick it makes her jaw ache.

Grabbing her tits squeezing hard jets of milk shoot out,another tit orgasm racks her body as she shoves her hand deep back inside of her cunt.

In and out.

Going deeper than any other man or toy she had ever throated, gagging, slurping and wiggling her tongue.

He looks down and watches her throat expand over his cock each time he thrusts in.

Almost wanting to feed his seed directly to her stomach.

Pulling out she gasps for air and he slaps her face with his huge log.

Spit flying off.

You have wanted this cock for so long haven't you?

Yes,

Yes I have,

You are just a whore slut? 

Yes, god yes,Do you want more?

Oh god I've wanted it since I saw you in the shower two month ago.

What will you do for me?

Anything,

Anything just give me that cock,

He gets on the bed. His knees on either side of her head. Balls hanging low she starts to tongue them.

Yes suck my balls slut.

His cock now nestled between her bound tits looking like two balloons ready to burst, squeezes them together hard, milk seeping out lubricating them he starts to fuck them hard.

Her long tongue doing wicked things. She tilts her head up and snakes it up his ass to his asshole and forces it in, tongue fucking him.

Fuuckkkkkkkkk he screams digging his hands into her tits.

She only rims him harder.

Jumping off he gets between her legs.

You said you will do anything for this cock?

Yessss,

Keep your hand in your cunt.

He grabs her legs by the knees spreading them. Putting his plum to her asshole, he slowly starts for force his milk covered cock inside of her dark hole.

So tight.

She screams from the pain, but her cunt convulses. Her juices squirting out. More and more he drives it in. Her ass now burning with pleasure and pain. She feels it through the membrane.

Every pulse.

Every vein.

With one mighty thrust his balls slap her ass.

Eyes wide open. 

Mouth wide open trying to scream but no sound coming out. Feeling like she has a bottle instead of a cock in her ass.

He slowly starts to withdraw. Then thrusts back, over and over.

Moaning and growling.

More she screams.

I want it all.

Fuck me.

Impale me.

Harder and faster he fucks her, rapidly and labored.

She feels him swell, feeling like she is going to be split in two. Then it happens.

Screaming he shoots. Like pissing cum. So much it seeps around his shaft. Pulling out still shooting he grabs her by the hair pulling her forward. Forcing her mouth over the fountain she greedily drinks and swallows more and more.

filling her.......

Depraved



A/N: Hello, all... It's been a while, huh! I'm trying to get back in the swing of things, but thought I would put this up in the interim.

This story is set in Japan, so there may be a few cultural differences (i.e. putting shoes away, the acute feelings of shame, the use of the "-chan" suffix as a term of endearment).

It's also a bit more rough than my other stories, so I advise against reading this if you're not into that sort of thing.

All characters are 18+ years of age.

As always, enjoy!

*~*

I knew something was wrong when I walked through the doors of the school that morning. There were two other girls standing at the shoe lockers. When they saw me they covered their mouths with their hands and began to whisper to each other. I lowered my eyes and let my hair fall into my face, walking up to my locker and pretending as though I couldn't see them. I slipped out of my shoes, the cold from the floor seeping through my socks.

I pulled out the slippers and bent down to place them on the floor, picking up my shoes and standing back up to place them in the small space. As I closed the door, I heard one of the girls call out to me, tentatively.

"Hey, Reiko..."

The girl had glasses perched on the tip of her nose. She had stepped slightly forward, one of her hands clutched to her chest, her eyes wide. The girl behind her was staring at me, her eyes narrowed and judging.

"Is it true?" the first girl asked.

I blinked slowly, my brow furrowing slightly. "Is what... true?"

"What they're saying about you? What you did with Ken?"

I felt the heat rising to my face, and could imagine the splotches of red color blooming on my cheeks. My heart started beating faster, and I felt the breath hitch in my throat - how the hell could they know about that? Ken wouldn't have dared to say anything, would he?

I smiled weakly and answered her, my voice soft and high-pitched. "I... I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Forget it, Kaoru," the other girl said suddenly. "We already know how her kind is. There's no use trying to get the truth out of a whore." She shot me another filthy look, turned on her heel and began walking away briskly. Kaoru glanced hesitantly at me before following the other girl down the hallway.

I stood alone at the shoe lockers, my fingers white from clutching the cold metal, the sharp edge of the door cutting into the palm of my hand. But I couldn't let go. I needed to hold on to it, to keep from reeling from the notion that rumors of what Ken had done to me were now spreading throughout the entire school.

It's not like it was even my choice, my decision. I wasn't even thinking about it. I was just excited to be spending time with him, happy to know that after so many months of pining over him from afar that he had finally returned my affections. It was the most painful thing, the day I decided to confess to him. I managed to catch him alone just after classes had ended. I was red in the face, and I could barely breathe, but I had had enough of these emotions, welling up inside of me for too long, and I was afraid that if I didn't tell him that I would burst.

Suki da yo, Ken. I really like you.

And amazingly he smiled at me, asked me if he could walk me home and if I would like to stop for dessert on the way.

I couldn't smile wide enough to show how happy I felt.

And so we spent the next few weeks together; Ken would walk me home, and sometimes we would go to a café to get something sweet to eat. Eventually he started to invite me out at night, and we would go to restaurants and walk around the city until it was time for him to walk me home.

He kissed me on the mouth one night, and my eyes flew wide in surprise. I had never been kissed before, but what I was more surprised about was the small jolt I felt shooting to that space between my legs. I had felt it before, but never as strongly as I did then. And I wanted to feel it again. So I kissed him back.

That night I lay in my bed, lazily running my fingers over my lips, imagining Ken kissing me again, and every time the scene replayed itself in my mind's eye I would feel the little shock lighting me up.

And so Ken would kiss me. Never in public, never when other people were around. That was not acceptable. He would kiss me in the hallway between classes, or on the empty streets in the middle of the night, or outside my house when he had walked me home. And I would kiss back, tentatively, because I knew I wasn't supposed to enjoy this, but I couldn't help but yearn for that feeling of desire that shot through me.

Ken seemed to pick up on this soon enough, and that's when things started to go bad. One night we were walking along the streets of the city, taking the long way so I wouldn't have to go home so early. Ken had been acting strangely that day, touching me more than usual, and something dark and predatory had come over his eyes. I wasn't sure what to do, so I didn't say anything, and tried not to upset him. At one point I noticed that he wasn't walking beside me anymore, and I turned to see that he had stopped a few feet back, his face downturned.

"Ken...?"

I called out to him tentatively, my small voice carrying in the silent night. When he didn't respond, I walked back towards him and reached out slowly, my small hand touching his arm. Suddenly he looked up at me, a small smile on his face. 

"I'm alright, don't worry," he said, and I smiled back in relief. I closed my eyes, expecting a kiss, and melted into him as I felt his lips touch mine.

Then I was moving backwards, one foot stepping behind the other as Ken placed his hands on my arms and pushed me slowly to the side of the road. I felt my back hit up against something, felt the cold hard cement scratching me through my uniform, but I tried to ignore it and focus on the pleasant sensation traveling down my body and settling between my legs. Only the kiss wasn't as pleasant as I'd remembered - this time it seemed rushed, forced. Suddenly I felt Ken thrust his tongue sharply into my mouth, and my eyes flew open in surprise. I saw that both of his arms were raised on either side of my head, his hands placed on the wall behind me. I brought my hands to his chest and pushed softly, trying to get him to move back, but he wouldn't budge - instead, he thrust forward aggressively, effectively pinning me in front of him. My heart rate spiked when I felt something hard pressing against my stomach.

I managed to break the kiss, turning my head to the side so he could no longer reach my lips.

"Stop it, Ken!" I managed to say.

He lowered his arms and stepped back, panting heavily. My eyes glanced down and I saw something that made my heart jump again - a bulge at the front of his jeans, straining against his pants.

I felt the heat rise to my face, and I lowered my head so I wouldn't have to look at him. We stood there in silence for a long while, until I heard him say, "Come on," and he turned and started walking away. Slowly I pushed myself off of the wall and followed him, my head still bent.

As we walked I became aware of a very unpleasant sensation underneath my skirt; my panties were wet and cold. Ken was walking a few feet in front of me. He hadn't said a word and hadn't looked back to make sure I was still following him. Sure that I wouldn't be caught, I timidly reached behind me and lifted up my skirt, slipping a finger past the elastic band of my panties.

I gasped and quickly withdrew my hand, clutching it to my chest. It was hot and wet, the heat seemingly trapped within the fabric of my panties. I felt that same jolt of desire shoot through me, just as it had when Ken would kiss me.

As I walked along silently behind him, I tried to understand what this meant. I had heard other girls talking in the locker room about how you would get wet when you were aroused. That meant that whatever was going on at the time, you liked it. But I didn't like it when Ken forced himself on me like that. Did I?

When we finally reached my house he continued walking past the building without a word. I watched him go silently, not knowing what to say.

That night as I lay in my bed I couldn't help but relive that incident - the way he trapped me against the wall, the way he thrust his tongue in my mouth, the feeling of him against my belly... And yet, I couldn't stop the throbbing feeling that started between my legs. After resisting as long as I could I took my hand and slowly ran it down my body, my fingers shaking as I went, until they slipped beneath my panties. My hand was enveloped in the warmth, and I cupped myself with my palm, the wet liquid getting on to my fingers. I lay with my hand there for a moment, my heart racing, until instinctively I squeezed my legs together and the most intense throb of pleasure shot through me.

I withdrew my hand as though I'd been burned and curled up into my side, a flood of shame and disgust washing over me, angry at myself for not hating what he did, shamed at what I was really feeling, scared of this wetness between my legs, at the thought that I might have liked it.

Ken didn't speak to me the next day at school, and I was kind of glad. I don't think I could have spoken to him anyway. He avoided my gaze the entire day, his eyes never once catching mine even though we were in the same space for hours. Once the final bell rang, I gathered up my things and left for home alone, for the first time in weeks.

Later that night I was sitting in my room, studying for an exam, when I heard my phone vibrate. I picked it up and saw Ken's name blinking on the LCD screen. I flipped open the phone and opened the message.

need to talk to u. can u meet at park in 15 min? K

I stared at the message for a moment. I wasn't sure if I wanted to see him. I was still ashamed at myself for what I felt; even more now because the feeling hadn't died down, because every time I thought of what happened I would get that good feeling between my legs, and my panties would get wet and no matter how hard I tried to push it out of my mind I couldn't stop my body from reacting.

But I couldn't just ignore him; perhaps he wanted to apologize for what he did. I got up, put on a sweater and walked downstairs, slipping into my shoes before I left the house.

Ken was sitting on a bench near the entrance to the park as I arrived. When he saw me he got up and walked quickly towards me, stopping just a few feet away. My own footsteps slowed to a stop, and we both stood there, neither of us saying anything. Then he moved again, closing the distance between us, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into him.

"Reiko... I'm so sorry for what I did... gomen, ne? I didn't mean to..."

He stepped back, his hands still on my shoulders, holding me away at arm's length. I peered up at him timidly. His brow was furrowed and he looked at me concerned.

"Did I hurt you, Rei-chan? I'm so sorry for what I did..."

I took a deep breath, looking up at him, and my voice was small when I spoke. "No, it's alright... you didn't hurt me." A relieved smile broke out over his face, and he sighed in relief. I smiled back at him as well, and continued, "In fact... I actually kind of liked it."

I immediately regretted saying it, but it was too late to take the words back. I saw the light die in his eyes, and his jaw flexed as he stared at me. I felt the smile slide off of my face, and I merely stared back at him, not sure what to say.

He let go of my shoulders and stepped back, the grin returning to his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. "You liked it, huh? I'm glad that I didn't hurt you."

He turned and started walking into the park. I wasn't sure what to do - he hadn't told me to follow him - but I wasn't sure what he meant by what he said, so I walked after him into the park.

I walked quickly to catch up to him and then I fell into step beside him. He glanced over at me, another grim smile flashing across his face, before he reached out and grasped my hand. His hand was warm and soft, but he gripped my fingers tighter than usual, almost crushing them in his palm. Again, unsure of what to do, I didn't say anything. We walked along the edge of the park, following the wall enclosed the space.

"You know," I heard him say, "most girls don't like it when I do that to them." I looked over at him curiously, frowning slightly, not sure of what he meant. He stayed facing forward, and continued to speak without looking at me. "They push me away, or they step on my feet, or they bring their knee up between my legs. Sometimes they even slap me afterwards. 'How dare you do that,' they say. 'I didn't give you permission to do that.'" He stopped walking, his hand still clutching mine, and turned to look at me. The predatory darkness was back in his eyes. A lump had risen in my throat, and I couldn't say anything, so I just looked back at him.

"But you, Rei-chan..." He pushed me backwards, and I began to feel a horrible sense of déjà vu, but I was too scared to do anything. I felt my back hit the wall that surrounded the park, and Ken again raised his arms, effectively trapping me in front of him.

"I'm glad you're not like them."

And with that, his mouth was back on mine.

My heart rate spiked again in my chest; my eyes were wide and darting around frantically. I raised my hands and tried to push him off of me, but he took both of my small wrists in one of his hands and pushed my arms up above my head, pinning them to the wall behind me, the rough brick scratching my delicate skin. His mouth was still moving against mine, even though I'd pressed my lips firmly together. He placed each of his legs on either side of me, pressing himself fully against my body, and I could feel his erection pushing into my stomach again - as well as that unwanted jolt of pleasure shooting through me.

He broke the kiss and pulled back slightly. "I'm so glad you liked it, Rei-chan. Do you know how long it's been since I've been with a girl?" His hands were fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, popping them open one by one, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my plain white bra.

"No... Ken stop, please... I don't—"

"Don't what?" he growled, and I jumped at the harsh tone of his voice. "Don't tell me you don't like it? You said you did after all, didn't you? Besides, I can see your hard little nipples poking through your bra." 

I whimpered as his hand grabbed my bra and pushed it up roughly, revealing my small breasts and the tiny, hard nubs that stuck out from them. I heard Ken's sharp intake of breath as he laid his eyes on them, and then I felt him grab one in his large hand. 

He pulled at it roughly, squeezing my flesh and pinching my nipples hard between his fingers. I tried hard not to make any sound, but I couldn't help the small whimpers that continued to escape my throat. Perhaps if it weren't for the wetness slowly building between my legs I could fool myself into thinking that they were whimpers of pain; and maybe some of them were. But too many were sounds of pleasure, rushed out of my mouth with each twist of his fingers, at the delicious pleasure he was giving me.

Then I felt his hand on top of my head and he was pushing me down, my body sliding along the wall until I was sitting on the hard ground, my legs splayed out in front of me, bra pushed up and tits exposed. In front of me, Ken's right hand was fumbling with the front of his jeans, the left still clasping my wrists above my head. I heard the sound of a zipper and I looked up to see him reaching into the front of his pants. When he removed his hand I could see the tip sticking out from between his closed fist.

A few seconds passed, with Ken standing there, holding it, breathing heavily; me sitting on the ground, my own breath coming in short, quick, inaudible bursts.

"Well, come on, then," I heard him say. I couldn't move, couldn't say anything, so I shook my head no.

"Huh?" he growled. "What are you shaking your head for? You said you like this, right? Come on, quit messing around and stick out your tongue." I continued to jerk my head side to side, my eyes squeezed shut. I felt him move closer and his hand returned to my head, grabbing my hair and pulling my face towards him.

"I told you to stick out your tongue. Do I need to bash your head into this wall to make you understand?" My eyes flew open in terror. He shook my head for emphasis, then let go and roughly grabbed my chin, forcing my head up. He squeezed my cheeks together and repeated, "Stick out your tongue."

Slowly, I let my tongue slide out of my mouth, the very tip sticking out from between my lips. Ken thrust his hips forwards and I felt the tip touch my tongue. I whimpered again - at the sudden salty taste that ignited my taste buds, and at another wave of desire that rolled through my body.

I heard him sigh contentedly as he began to rub himself over the tip of my tongue. Something salty and sticky was leaking out of it. He was thrusting slightly, pushing onto my tongue with each move of his hips.

"Ah, see? You like this, don't you, Rei-chan? You like the feeling of my cock on your tongue, don't you?" Another pulse went through me as he said cock - I had heard that word before, but I'd never heard someone say it to me like that. I tried to tell myself that I didn't like it, but I couldn't deny the wetness that was growing under my skirt. I brought my legs together, squeezing my thighs tightly, trying to quell the dull throbbing that had begun between them. 

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

And I did it without thinking. After I had done it a pang of shame went through me, but it was almost immediately silenced by the shudders that rippled through me as he pushed his... cock... past my parted lips. 

"That feels so good, Rei-chan... your mouth is so small... so soft and wet... so warm..."

And he began thrusting himself over my tongue, the hard, swollen flesh filling my mouth. It was slick with my saliva and the salty liquid that was still dripping out of the tip, sliding down my throat. I wanted so badly to keep my tongue still in my mouth. I wanted to prove to myself that I didn't like this. How could I like being assaulted like this? How could I like someone shoving their - cock - into my mouth, even though I told them not to, begged them to stop?

But I did like it. I couldn't keep my tongue still; though I wasn't moving it much, I swiped it back and forth underneath him, savouring the taste of his flesh. The thoughts would rise in the back of my mind, telling me to be ashamed, telling me to cry out in anguish, not helped in the least by the mutters that would escape from Ken's mouth, Slut, whore, god, you're so filthy, Rei-chan, you seemed like such a pure girl, I should have known..., but any concern seemed to get knocked from my head with each pounding of his cock against the back of my throat.

He seemed to be in a frenzy now. He was pushing his full length into my mouth, the curled hairs on his crotch tickling my nose, the musky scent of his arousal mixed with sweat filling my nostrils. Spit was running down my chin, mixed with the salty fluids that were seeping from his throbbing flesh, leaking out as he slid across my tongue. My head was pushed against the wall, the hard rock digging into the back of my skull, scraping my skin as Ken thrust his hips into my face with abandon; but even the pain on my scalp couldn't dull the pleasure of what was happening, of being used like this. The desire that had grown inside of me was painful, and I longed for him to let go of my hands, even just one of them, so I could slip it under my skirt and touch myself like I did back at home in my bed.

I heard his breathing deepen, and a low groan started deep in his throat. His thrusts became more erratic, his cock jerking over my tongue. Then he pushed himself as far into my mouth as he could, bucking his hips against my face. I felt his cock pulse, and then a shot of thick, bitter fluid spilled onto my tongue. I tried to let it slide down my throat, but he was still throbbing, still releasing the salty liquid into my mouth, and I started choking trying to swallow it all.




Depraved



Finally he pulled himself out of my mouth with a heavy sigh, and I dropped my head down, coughing and spluttering, the heavy taste still coating my tongue, the little I couldn't swallow running past my lip. Ken stepped back and let go of my wrists. My hands fell to my sides, white and bloodless, my fingertips tingling from being held up in the air for so long. 

I kept my eyes down, unable to look up at him. I wanted to be angry at him... no, I wanted to want to be angry at him, wanted to want to yell and scream at him and cry out over how I'd been used. But I couldn't. All I could do was sit there and breathe, everything still fresh in my mind, still acutely aware of the uncomfortable wetness that had started to grow cool between my legs.

"Wow, Rei-chan," Ken said, "you can't know how long it's been..." I could hear his breathing, deep and fast, as though he had just run a race. "None of the other girls would let me do that."

The shame just barely rushed through me; I didn't want Ken to see me like that. He knelt down in front of me and stretched out his hand, reaching for the hem of my skirt. I suddenly found the ability to move and went to block him from touching it.

"No, Ken! Stop, please... haven't you had enough?"

"But you like it, don't you, Rei-chan?" he said, taking my wrists again in his hand and forcing them away. He pushed my skirt up so that the fabric fell around my hips, scooting forward so that my legs parted around his. The blush started rising in my cheeks, at being exposed against my will, and my face grew hotter as I saw his eyes light up, because I knew he saw the wet spot that had spread across my panties.

"Oh, Rei-chan..." He reached out and pushed his fingers against my panties, and I jumped at the small jolt of pleasure it caused. He rubbed his fingers against me, spreading my wetness around.

"My god, Rei-chan, look how wet you are. Who would have known you were such a slut?"

I couldn't look him in the eye. "No, Ken, that's not true... I'm not a slut—"

"Then why are your panties soaked with your juices?" he leered, shoving his fingers roughly against me. I cried out at the twinge of pain. 

"Ne, Rei-chan... do you ever put your fingers in here?"

My voice came out of my mouth, small and tremulous. "W...what?"

"Your fingers!" he growled. "Do you ever take your fingers and stick them inside yourself?"

I had heard that the slutty girls did that; that they would spread their legs wide for their boyfriends and push their fingers inside of themselves, sliding them in and out while the boys watched. I jerked my head no.

A malicious smirk flit across his face. "So a part of you is still pure, then? Don't worry, I'll give you something to stick inside."

He was back on his feet and, before I knew it, I was as well, Ken dragging me by my jacket away from the wall and towards the grassy center of the park.



Depraved Behavior



Hi my name is Teri Grayson, and I am a sexaholic. This works out pretty well, because my husband, Lee is also a sexaholic. In turn this has led my husband, and I to share various sexual experiences together.

I have been insatiable ever since, I received my first taste of a cock. I was 19 when I lost my virginity. The experience awoke desires in me. Desires I never expected, desires I had a terrible time controlling. 

As I matured so did my sexual appetite. The more depraved, dirty, raunchy the sex was the more I enjoyed it. To say I was kinky would be an understatement. My sexual appetite has got me into more trouble, and bad situations, than I can count. Luckily for you the reader, I have countless stories to tell, and they are all true.

I am considered attractive by most standards. I stand 5'6" and weigh about 125 pounds. I have long brown hair with red tint, which cascades in waves down to the middle of my back. It frames a deceivingly innocent face with full red lips, and what has been described as exotic brown eyes. My figure is 36x24x36, with curves that accentuate my natural features.

My breasts are firm and round, with dark brown aureoles, and large constant erect nipples. My legs are thick through the thighs, and terminate into well developed calves. My best feature is my cute little ass. The curves reveal a pleasant round plump form, in the shape of a heart. My thin waist gives way to large hips, this gives my overall appearance an aesthetical pleasing shape to the eye.

Enough about me, I think you get the idea. I'm a sexually charged female, who just happens to have the looks to go with the sexual appetite. As my husband likes to say; I have the looks, and sophistication for any black tie affair, or I can be the hottest little piece a tail at any orgy. 

My husband and I had been married about six months. I had never been happier, or more sexually satisfied in all my 28 years. At 30 years of age he is a wonderful lover, with a sexual appetite that rivals my own. He was so open minded to all my role play games, and kinky hang ups. He loved the idea, that I would do anything to please him. As wild as I was sexually nothing prepared him for what happened our first Thanksgiving together as husband, and wife.

We live about 900 miles from our nearest relative, and our family was unable to attend a traditional Thanksgiving dinner at our home, and vice versa. So we decided to invite friends of ours to our home for the dinner instead.

I won't bore you with the details of the dinner itself. Nothing really extraordinary or unusual happened. It was a pleasant meal with lots of food, drink, and laughter, and the company was wonderfully entertaining.

My husband and I had invited his best friend Pete who was 35 years old and single. Pete was fairly attractive with sandy blonde hair, and blue eyes. He had a nice upper body with a slight paunch, and was of large build. He wasn't fat just large about 6'5", and around 240 pounds. My husband is a big man but not as big as Pete. I always felt so tiny when standing next to Pete. My petite frame, contrasted to Pete's large stature to such an extreme. I couldn't help but wonder what he was like in bed.

We had also invited two married friends of ours. Anita and her husband John both were 28, as well as Diane who was 29 and her husband Derek who was age 33. 

Anita was a short little thing with straight dishwater blonde hair. She was attractive in a plain way. Anita wasn't much on make up, but her smile and deep blue eyes could light up a room. She wasn't heavy, but you couldn't say she was petite either. Her breasts seemed to be too large for her body; at least they appeared that way to me. They strained the fabric of anything she would wear, and often made her look awkward.

Anita's husband John was also short in stature, about 5'8" heavy set, and balding on top. He was always the life of any party. John was charismatic, with a great sense of humor. My sides often hurt from laughing after an evening with Anita and John. I can't say I ever thought of him sexually until this Thanksgiving night.

Diane was a jewel, stunningly beautiful. She was very petite, small breasts with long shapely legs, and an ass to die for. She had long curly black hair that hung to her shoulders with gorgeous green eyes. Her skin was an olive color, and gave her a very exotic look. The guys my husband included, were always checking her out, and sneaking looks. Especially when they thought they weren't noticed, by us wife's'. 

I often wanted to tell her the guys were not the only ones looking. I just never got the feeling she had any interest in women. When Diane would look at you with those green eyes it just made one melt inside. In fact her whole essence just seemed to scream come fuck me.

Her husband though was a dud in comparison to her. I couldn't help but wonder how the two of them ever got together? They were just so opposite in their looks and nature. Diane seemed sweet, loving, and kind. Derek on the other hand was rude and obnoxious. Everything he said to me always had some type of sexual innuendo attached to it. I always felt bad for Diane, because I felt she deserved better than Derek.

Derek had thinning black hair, which he wore long in back, and combed over in front. He was thin without much in the muscle department. His clothes always looked to be hanging off of him, in a sloppy disheveled way. I admit I didn't care for him at all, but my husband Lee really enjoyed his company. Lee would always say; that's just Derek, and just shrug his shoulders, as if to say what are ya gonna do?

Everyone had a good time, and all were feeling the affects of the wine and beer, that flowed freely. Seeing our guests had too much to drink, and the hour being so late. We invited our guests to stay the night. All excepted, and we assigned rooms to the couples. With all three bedrooms taken we had to put Pete on the roll away bed in the front room. All said good night and retired to their respective rooms.

As I stepped into our bedroom, I noticed Lee had already stripped off his clothes, and was comfortably under the sheets. I looked in his direction as I glided toward the bathroom, just off our bedroom. He smiled and gave me a wink, and mouthed I love you. I smiled back and disappeared into the bathroom to prepare for bed.

I put on the long Tee I always wore as a gown, removed my panties and bra as always. Lee sleeps in the nude, so I always go to bed with nothing under my Tee. I wanted nothing in the way, just in case he wanted me at some point in the night. When I turned back through the bathroom door, into the bedroom, I was greeted with the soft snore of drunken sleep. Damn I thought no sex tonight. Lee was fast asleep so I gently eased into bed, and lay quietly beside him.

I'm not as much of a drinker as everyone else so, I was still relatively alert. I lay there next to Lee, and I found myself becoming extremely horny. I began running my fingers through the soft bare folds of my lips. Playfully pulling and stretching my full thick lips, and letting them roll out between my fingers. Dabbing my finger in my wet little hole, I would then glide it upwards across my now throbbing clit, and lubricate it with my own juices.

I began to moan softly, and my thrashing though painfully kept to a minimum, began to disturb Lee. Enough so that he looked over at me at one point. I heard him mumble something to the effect, of not tonight. Then just as quickly he resumed snoring.

I thought there was no way I was going to be able to finish myself off. At least not without waking Lee, So being the considerate wife I am. I gingerly exited our bed, and started for the bathroom to get off. As I did this a wild idea crept into my head, and I couldn't shake it, nor did I want too. 

I thought what if I slipped into the front room, and masturbated in the Lazyboy lounger. All while Pete slept on the roll away. The thought of Pete catching me with my fingers in my pussy was driving me wild. I could feel my juices flowing, as I inched towards our bedroom door.

My hand was actually trembling as I turned the door knob, and as I held my breath I opened the door. I eased down the hall, and peeked around the corner into the front room. I was emboldened by the sight of Pete, sound asleep on his back. I made my way into the front room, and took my seat in the lounger.

I was directly across from Pete viewing him from the side. He had the covers bunched down around his waist. His bare chest exposed, I began to look at him in a purely sexual manner. His large frame hung off the roll away at the knees. My god he was huge I found myself thinking, and wondered if his cock matched his large frame. I draped my legs across either arm of the lounger. I was lewdly exposed should Pete wake, and turn to see me. Just as I started running my fingers across my clit. I had another wicked Idea, and an evil little smile played on my lips. 

What if I turned the heat up? Would Pete kick his covers off, and allow me to sneak a peek at his manhood. With that I jumped up, and quietly went to the thermostat. I eased the dial up from 69 degrees to 78 degrees. I resumed my position on the lounger, and waited for the heat to do its thing.

I teasingly roamed my finger over my clit, all while slipping a finger just inside my damp, moist little love hole. Patiently I waited, never spending too much time directly on my clit. I didn't want to cum before the show started. The thought of getting caught had me totally out of my mind with desire. I could feel my nipples becoming erect. They strained against the fabric of my cotton tee. My juices were flowing freely.

I was extremely turned on. A part of me hoped Pete would awaken, and see my lewd display. My fingers pushed deep past my swollen lips. Probing, pushing, twisting, wishing his cock was thrusting between my legs. 

I spread my ass cheeks apart with my free hand. I sought out my tight little opening. I teasingly toyed with the opening. It spasmed delightfully with each pass, of my well lubricated finger. A soft moan escaped from my throat, as I slipped a finger inside. Oh my God, I had never been so hot. 

Suddenly Pete motioned with his legs, and in one swift kick the blanket was off. I jumped, startled I removed my fingers, and sat motionless. My legs still spread wide. Each draped over the armrests, of the lounger. My exposed swollen lips glistening covered in wet desire. I watched Pete intently for a moment. I swear, I think, I would have cum right then had Pete turned to look at me. My breathing was erratic. My breasts heaved up and down with each breath. My hard erect nipples were easily visible. Yes, I was quite the sight to behold. Then I heard Pete softly snoring. 

I smiled as I realized the heat had done its trick. Pete raised one leg up off the floor, and placed his heel flat on the bed. He made a rather loud smacking noise with his lips, followed by the heavy, deep breathing of sleep.

The act of Pete raising his leg caused a gap between the leg band of his briefs and leg. I had a perfect view of a rather large ball sack. I still couldn't tell how large his cock was, but this tantalizing little peek caused my desire to cum, to heighten. 

I started to relax and get comfortable, when a little voice teased my thoughts. I heard "ease his cock out so you have a full view". I tried to resist. I tried to be satisfied with the view, of his balls. I found it to be more of a distraction than anything helpful. I could not concentrate. I just had to see his cock. I eased down off the lounger and crawled the short distance to the roll away. Gently with great care I eased the leg hole of his briefs to one side fully exposing his soft cock.

I sat back on my haunches, and looked at the cock in front of me. Pete was maybe three inches soft, but his balls were enormous. I have to admit I was sadly disappointed. I expected to see a much larger cock even soft. I thought this won't do, and before I could stop myself. I reached up and began softly caressing Pete's limp, lifeless cock.

I felt Pete's cock becoming semi-erect in my hand. This only served to fuel my own ever pressing desire to cum. I placed my hand between my legs, and ran my fingers through the soft flesh of my mound. Eagerly spreading my swollen lips, I sought out my little nub. I moaned softly as my finger danced across my twitching love bud. My other hand continued to softly, knead, and caress Pete's ever hardening member.

I sat back on my haunches once again and observed Pete's cock in its full state. He was maybe 6" in length. His shaft was thick with large veins protruding out, and up towards his bulbous head. The head of his cock has much thicker than the shaft, and had begun to ooze pre cum from the tip.

Instinctively without thought, I removed my hand from my sopping wet pussy. I spread my juices over the length of his shaft. His sensitive member twitched, and lurched, as I slowly traced the veins of his shaft with a well lubricated finger. I licked my dry full lips, and bit my bottom lip as I slowly carressed his meaty knob. Pre chum oozed generously with each gentle squeeze, of my hand.

The size of his cock wasn't what I expected. I fully hoped he was larger than Lee whose cock when fully erect topped out at just over 8 ¼". Though the length wasn't there, I was surprised at the thickness. I observed his fully erect cock in my hand. My hand is small, but even so, I noticed my fingers did not meet each other when circled around the shaft.

Slowly I began pumping the shaft. I thoroughly enjoyed the feel of this thick shaft in my hand. It slid easily in my trembling hand, as I kept it lubricated with my own ever flowing juices. I watched as his ball sac moved in rhythm with the motion of my hand. His balls were the biggest set I had ever seen. The thick shaft stood proudly as it rose up, and away from his magnificent ball sac. I was definitely pleased with the sight before me.

Before I knew it I was gently licking at the sac. Pete's musty pungent scent enflamed my nostrils. As my hand traveled up Pete's shaft his ball sac would pull up with it, and my tongue flicked across the underside of his sac. After stretching the skin of his shaft, and holding it upwards for a few seconds. I would release my grip, and allow his heavy ball sac to rest on my nose.

I steadily worked Pete's shaft, and gently sucked first one ball and then another into my mouth. I let each roll across my tongue before escaping their wet confines. Pete's balls glistened with spittle and I blew my hot breath across them. The heat of my breath intermingled with the cooling spit, and I heard a soft moan escape from Pete's mouth.

Startled I looked up at him and saw Pete looking straight down into my eyes.

"Uh...Teri?" I heard him ask in a half asleep, half drunken stupor.

I put my finger to my mouth to shush him. Pete laid his head back on the pillow, and I heard a low soft moan escape from his lips.

I went back to stroking his thick piece of man meat, and eagerly licking at his ball sac. His cock began to swell as more blood filled the already unbelievably thick shaft. I could feel his ball sac tighten against my lips, and I knew he was about to explode.

Pete brought his other leg up onto the bed, and began rocking his hips in unison with my every stroke of his shaft. Low quiet moans filled my ears as Pete neared the inevitable. Pete gave one final thrust upwards with his hips. He held this position as a thick stream of cum erupted across his chest and belly. 

His balls spasmed hard against my mouth as he eased his hips back down to the bed. I pulled his shaft back between his legs and took the blood engorged head into my mouth. Pete's legs grew tense, muscles taught as my tongue swirled around the head.

The head of his cock filled the whole of my mouth as my hand pumped his shaft. I felt Pete's hard cock twitch and spasm as another jet of cum exploded from somewhere deep within his ball sac. The head of his cock swelled and then spewed forth its contents. His cum was thick and massive as my tongue rolled around the spasmodic head. His cock continued to twitch, as my mouth tried to absorb the large amount of cum forcefully exiting his enormous knob.

Moaning through gritted teeth Pete's hands held my mouth to his erupting cock. His cum oozed from the corners of my mouth. The thick gooey jizz coated his shaft and balls. Pete's moans were becoming more audible as his cock twitched, and jerked wildly. Slowly his grip eased from my head, and I allowed his cock to slip from my mouth. His cock quivered slightly and a small stream of cum oozed from the tip.

I patted Pete's cock and looked him in the eye. Again I put my finger to my mouth to shush him. I mouthed the words "not a word." Silently Pete shook his head in understanding, and smiling he laid back down on the pillow. Within seconds Pete was sleeping the sleep of a well serviced man who had a little too much to drink.

Depraved Behavior Door #2

As Pete lay there sleeping, I realized I had completely neglected my pussy. I had failed in my objective to cum. I was soaked in my own juices. I could feel the wetness ease it's way down my thighs. I was beside myself with a reckless need to satisfy my self. That's when I decided to sneak into the first bedroom where Anita and John were sleeping. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking man this girl has no boundaries. The truth is my pussy controls me. It wants what it wants, and I just refuse to deny it.

I opened the door slowly and I noticed the alarm clock on the nightstand read 2:30 am. I took a quick scan of the bed, and saw Anita and John both had kicked their covers off. Anita was turned on her side towards the window. The night shirt I gave her was raised above her hips. I could see her panties had bunched up into the crack of her ass, and exposed the cheeks of her little bottom. The sight of her cute little cheeks, caused my pussy to tingle and throb with excitement.

John lay on his side facing the door. There was a bit of space between John and Anita, but I decided there wasn't enough for me to climb into the bed between them. John had on a T-shirt and a pair of blue boxers. John was lying in a fetile position, and looked like a little boy. I looked down towards his feet, and noticed he still had on a pair of black socks. I almost laughed at the sight of him he looked so comical. Even in his sleep John could make me laugh.

I placed my hand gently on Johns shoulder, and applied a slight pressure. John responded by rolling over flat on his back. I eased down closer,and snuck my hand inside his boxers. John's cock lied there limply within the confines of his shorts. As my fingers raked across his pubic hair, I noticed he had a thick carpet of hair around the base of his shaft. His limp cock and balls were snuggly nestled in the thickest bush, I have ever encountered.

As my finger nails grazed the soft underbelly of his cock, I heard John mutter what sounded like "oh god Anita." It was barely audible, but it caused me to stop, and with bated breath I waited. My hand planted firmly in Johns boxers. Afraid to move I felt Johns hand cover mine through the material of his boxers.

"Mmmmm baby that's my girl stroke your little Johnny." I heard John mutter under his breath.

Holding back the urge to giggle, I began to move my hand over his quickly hardening shaft through the opening in his boxers. I heard John begin to moan so; I stood and placed my finger to his mouth. At that point John's eyes opened, and he found me standing over him, my hand still inside his boxers. I looked at him and nodded my head ok. John responded by nodding his head, in agreement. 

I kneeled at the edge of the bed once again, and began to gently pull up on John's shaft. As I did I could tell John was even smaller in length than Pete. John was maybe 5 ½" at most, and nowhere near as thick as Pete's. The one thing John had, that Pete didn't was a wife sleeping next to him. My eyes transfixed on Anita's exposed ass. The excitement of stroking John's cock, while his wife lay sleeping next to him was almost too much to bare. 




Depraved Behavior



A small gasp emanated from my throat as my fingers found my hard protruding clit. My hand trembling as my fingers eagerly massaged my sweet little love button. A shudder went up my spine as I felt John's cock begin to swell and twitch in my hand.

Still buried inside John's boxers my hand began to glide the length of his shaft. My grip tightened as I felt his muscles tighten and flex. His breath was growing labored and intense as his impending orgasm approached. I looked up into John's face as he bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning. I could tell he was in ecstasy.

Anita had shifted position and was now on her side facing John. As she stirred I hesitated, and quit stroking the shaft of his cock. His hand over mine he tried to urge my hand to continue, but I resisted and watched intently, for signs of Anita to wake up. I knew he was close to cumming, but I had to be sure she was not awake.

I'm not sure it would have mattered, if Anita had woke up. Not to me any way. My lust for cock, any cock, far exceeded rational thought. I was hopelessly lost. My need to satisfy the hunger deep within my loins was all that mattered in that moment.

A few seconds past, satisfied I began to stroke John's shaft once again. It was now lubricated with his own precum. His juices had begun to flow freely, during our moment of hesitation. John lay quietly as I began to work his hard rigid cock. My hand glided up and down the length of his shaft, when I reached the head of his cock I grasped it lightly and made a grinding circle around the sensitive knob. 

I felt John's legs grow taught, as his shaft began to swell. I began to concentrate on the sensitive area around the head of his cock. I squeezed tightly around his cock head and gave a few short quick pumps. His cock erupted inside his boxers, as my eyes stayed transfixed on his wife's face. John moaned ever so slightly as his cum oozed from the tip of his cock. 

I removed my hand from John's boxers, and as he watched I licked his cum from my hand. He smiled and laid back. He mouthed the words "I wanna fuck you...bad." I just nodded my head knowingly, and blew John a kiss, and left the room. It was now 2:55 in the morning.

Depraved Desires Door #3

I removed myself from John and Anita's bedroom, and stopped outside their door in the hall. I realized I still hadn't cum. My pussy was aching for sweet relief. I don't believe I had ever been so turned on in my life.

Slowly I made my way down the hall to the last door were, Diane and Derek slept. I eased the door open slowly and peeked in. Here too Derek and Diane had kicked off their covers. Diane was lying on her stomach and was on the side of the bed facing the door.

My god she was gorgeous. Diane was sleeping in her bra and panties. I had never seen anything so sexy. Her panties were of the thong variety, and disappeared in the crack of her ass. Her ass looked so firm and smooth. Her legs were spread slightly and I could see the faint outline of her pussy lips, through the thin material of her thong panties. Derek was sleeping on his back, and to my surprise he like my husband slept nude. My eyes widened as I took on the sight before me. I had never seen Derek naked, or even without a shirt on. To my amazement Derek though thin was very cut and chiseled. His chest was nicely developed, and tapered down to a wash board stomach.

The real revelation though lay between Derek's legs. He was huge, and the damn thing was soft. His manhood lay bent just below the belly button. He was at least 5 to 6 inches in length which was the size of Pete's and John's when they were hard. Now I began to see why Diane tolerated Derek's rude, aggressive nature. He was hung like a horse, even Lee's cock didn't look like Derek's when he was soft. I consider Lee to be large in the cock department, but this was something else.

I tipped toed over to Derek's side of the bed and assumed the kneeling position. Derek's large cock was now pointed in my direction, as it lay flat and lifeless across the small of his belly. Without using my hands I took the head of his limp cock into my mouth. 

I let my tongue roll over the head of his cock. It wasn't long before I felt Derek's cock begin to harden, in my hot eager mouth. I felt Derek stir beneath me, I looked up at him. The head of his cock still firmly in my mouth. 

"It's about time. I knew you would come around." With that Derek grabbed my head and began forcing his cock into my mouth. He was very forceful, and I was unprepared for this sudden assault on my mouth. I gagged and looked over at Diane to make sure she was still asleep. I was horrified when I saw Derek reach over and squeezed the firm cheek of Diane's ass. He removed his hand, and I could still see his hand print on her ass. He had squeezed so hard, that it drew the color from her cheeks.

Diane moaned, and without looking, or rolling over she pushed her ass higher up offering it to her husband. With my head held firmly on Derek's cock I watched as he slid the thong out of her perfect little ass. Then he spread her cheeks, and I watched as his finger disappeared in her tight little anal opening. A low moan escaped from Diane's throat as he began to work his finger in and out of her tight forbidden hole.

Derek was now fully erect, and trying to stuff more of his massive meat into my mouth. He was at least 10" inches in length. His shaft was thick but not as thick as Pete's. Derek was cleanly shaven which made his cock look even larger.

I tried to push away from Derek's grasp, using my hands as leverage against his hips. Derek held me firmly in place, and thrust his hips upward. He drove his meat into my mouth, and I began to gag on his cock. With his other hand he gave Diane a light slap on her ass. A small gasp emanated from her, and she raised her sweet little tail even higher.

"Come here bitch and feed my cock to this fucking cunt." I heard Derek demand of his wife.

Suddenly Diane and I were face to face. Without saying a word she held Derek's shaft as I began working my tongue in small circles over the swollen head of his cock. Diane began stroking Derek's shaft pushing the access skin from his swollen manhood to my lips.

Diane was positioned so that her ass was pointed towards Derek. I heard a couple of rather loud smacks on her bare ass. Diane moaned slightly as each blow found its mark. I found myself in a state of complete ecstasy. This gorgeous woman was feeding me her mans large cock.

I watched as Derek slid his wife's panties down her thighs. Diane co-operated by lifting first one knee, and then the other allowing Derek to ease her panties off entirely. Her breathing became more rapid, as Derek fingered her hot little cunt and smacked her ass.

Derek harshly pulled me off his cock by nothing but my hair. "You want that fat cock in your pussy bitch." I heard him demand more than ask.

"Well tell me you want it." His grasp firmly entwined in my hair.

The only thing I could muster was a weak nod of the head. He then pulled me up towards him and told me to straddle his cock.

"Feed my cock to Teri's pussy you fucking cunt." He let go of my hair and placed both hands on my hips and lifted me up off his stomach.

I shuddered as I felt Diane's hand spread the folds of my sweet soft mound and exposed my tiny wet little pink hole. I felt her place the swollen head of his cock just at the entrance of my quivering flesh. Diane teasingly worked the length of his massive cock through my swollen lips pausing to slap the blood filled head against my exposed clit. 

My legs trembled as I felt her ease her husband's cock back down my slit, and place the thick bulbous head inside my dripping hole. I almost screamed as he drove the full 10" inches of his cock deep inside my eager waiting pussy. My walls gave way to his massive member as it plowed deeper than I ever thought possible. Biting my lip I threw my head back, in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. My pussy ached to be fucked by this hungry fat rod.

I felt Derek's hands on my ass, in one quick forceful motion he ripped them apart wide, and ordered Diane to eat my ass hole while he pounded my pussy. He held me there buried deep inside me. I could feel his cock swell and jerk, as the walls of my pussy contracted around his invading member. 

I moaned louder than intended, no longer able to control myself. Chills raced up my spine as Diane's tongue burrowed into my anal opening. I felt Derek withdraw his massive meat slowly inch by inch, until finally the head was the only thing remaining in my gaping, pulsating opening.

With one quick motion, Derek whose hands were firmly on my hips, pulled me down as his hips thrust upwards. In one giant whoosh my pussy was once again filled with Derek's magnificent cock. I let out a low guttural moan, unable to contain the exquisite sensation of having my pussy filled with such a ferocious attack. Again he held me there firmly as Diane licked and tongue fucked my anal cavity. With each probe of Diane's tongue the walls of my pussy would contract over the enormous length of Derek/s cock. 

I began rocking my hips as he remained buried deep inside me. I stopped only to grind my aching pussy, on his long, rock hard shaft. The sensation of Diane's tongue in my ass was quickly pushing me towards the point of no return. I felt my first orgasmic wave erupt from what seemed to be from the bottom of my feet.

I placed my hands on Derek's chest and pushed down onto this gorgeous prick buried deep inside me. The walls of my pussy became spasmodic as wave after wave of sweet release washed over my entire being. Diane quit probing my asshole as the muscles prevented her tongue from entering. Instead she teasingly licked at my puckering anal opening.

As the wave of my first orgasm subsided, I felt Derek ease his cock out of my gaping hole. Diane held his cock in place, as it wavered just outside my orgasmic opening. My legs still shaking, and my breathing erratic, Derek thrust upwards with all he had. I lost my breath entirely as Derek began to rapidly drive in and out of my wanton pussy. I was so hot I was actually fucked into a frenzy. I threw caution to the wind. I began to match each upward thrust, with a downward thrust of my own. His balls would fly up and smack the underside of my ass. My moans were no longer stifled, and I didn't care if anyone heard.

Diane placed her mouth on my erect nipples as her finger slid inside my ass. I love my nipples sucked and bitten, and having this gorgeous woman suckling at my teat was more than I could take. A second orgasmic wave racked my body. My muscles tensed, and all action was suspended, as I collapsed onto Derek's chest. I buried my face in his neck and moaned incessantly, as orgasmic waves washed over my body. I did a slow grind on Derek's swollen member, my walls contracting with such force Derek began to moan in my ear.

As the waves subsided I began to ride the blood engorged cock between my legs. My juices flowed freely and coated Derek's shaft and balls with the bi-product of my orgasmic release. Derek relaxed his grip on my ass, and laid back to let me have my way.

Diane moved up towards the head of the bed, and spread her legs wide. She was breathtaking; her lips were lined on either side with a well trimmed patch of dark black curly pubic hair. Her olive skin, and the dark patch between her legs, was in stark contrast to the inner pink flesh of her vaginal opening. She slid one hand down her flat stomach and eased the hood back on her clit. With her other hand she began rapid forceful movements over her now fully exposed clit.

I watched intently as this gorgeous woman masturbated in front of me. Her mans generous cock thrusting in, and out of my cum soaked love tunnel. Suddenly I felt a third orgasm building from deep within me. I moaned the words "I'm gonna cum again."

I looked over at Diane her pert little breasts were heaving as she labored for breath. Her dark reddish brown nipples stood out hard, and erect from her small round mounds of flesh. Her face contorted into what I knew, to be orgasmic ecstasy. Her fingers were now moving so rapidly, they were just a blur on her clit.

I shuddered as though someone had let a cool arctic blast wash over me. I erupted with an orgasm so intense I couldn't move a single muscle. I gripped the back of Derek's neck, and once again buried my face there. I stifled my screams in his neck as the thick walls of my pussy expanded and then clamped down, on the gorgeous piece of meat buried deep within my pussy.

I felt Derek's hands on my ass as he attempted one final stroke. I felt the head of his enormous cock swell within my walls. With a firm grip on each cheek he raised his hips far up off the bed. Derek arched his back to bury his massive meat, as deep as he could inside me.

Derek moaned "my god Teri I'm gonna cum in your sweet little pussy."

Diane began to cum just as Derek began to empty his load into my spasmodic cunt. My walls massaging, enticing every last drop of Derek's cum. Diane moaned with her own orgasmic climax as her man dumped his hot load into my ever retching pussy. The walls of my cunt clung to his hard throbbing cock.

As each of our climaxes' diminished I collapsed into Derek's arms. I tried to remove myself from his grasp. Derek tightened his grip and held me on his still hard shaft.

"Not yet bitch we're not done." Derek held me as Diane maneuvered herself between Derek's legs. I could feel her hot breath on my ass.

Diane began to lick Derek's cum, as it oozed from my freshly fucked pussy. Derek would inch his cock out of my pussy and then force it back past my swollen walls. This forced even more of his cum to seep from out of my used hole.

Diane eagerly sucked and licked Derek's cum intermingled with my juices from his shaft and balls. As Derek grew soft his cock eased out from my thick swollen lips. Diane eagerly took his cock into her mouth, and obviously enjoyed the taste of my pussy on her mans cock.

Derek continued to hold me firmly in place as his wife's tongue pushed past the folds of my swollen mound. She excitedly lapped at the cum, seeping from the gaping hole Derek's cock just vacated. I trembled with excitement as her tongue lapped at our mixed juices.

Derek reaching lower was able to spread the lips guarding my flowering bud. Diane's tongue brushed exquisitely against the throbbing sensitive little nub, again and again. Teasingly her tongue would make direct contact, with my swollen clit, and then disappear into the inner sanctum of my love nest. Derek held me tightly as his wife brought me to my fourth orgasm. 

With that I slinked out of their bedroom, as I did I turned to take a last look. Diane was between her husbands legs sucking eagerly at his flaccid cock. I glanced at the clock and it was now 4:55 in the morning.

Depraved Behavior The final door opens

I made my way quietly down the hall way hoping no one had heard all the moaning and screaming going on in the far back bedroom. I was relieved when I got to the front room and found Pete sleeping contently on the roll away.

Sneaking past Pete I opened the door to my bedroom. There was Lee sitting up waiting form me.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Lee asked appearing to be annoyed.

"Don't bother lying to me I know what you've been doing." Pete stated his arms crossed against his bare chest.

I looked at him horrified, I was caught and I knew it.

"Uh...I ..um... how...?" I stammered as he watched intently.

Lee couldn't contain himself any longer, he started laughing. "That pussy of your's is going to get you into a lot of trouble, and he patted the bed beside him. Gesturing for me to climb in. That's when I first realized Lee was just as perverted as I was, and from that moment on I could be myself, in every way.

The first thing Lee wanted to do when I climbed into bed was to eat my pussy. He wanted to see if he could taste his buddy Derek's cock inside me. While he ate me out he made me tell him everything I did that night. The more I told him the hornier he got. He couldn't believe I had gotten every male in the house off. While he slept quietly in our bed.

Lee had only come looking for me at about 4:30. He found me with Derek's cock buried deep inside my pussy, and Diane with her fingers deep inside hers. He later confessed he often thought about fucking Diane. He got his chance later, but that's a whole nother story.

I got off two more times that night with my husband, and we fell into a deep sleep. When we awoke the next day it was already noon. Anita and John had already left, as had Pete. However sitting in our kitchen drinking coffee, well you guessed it. Our dear friends Derek and Diane.

Our friendship with Anita and John diminished a great deal after this night. So much so that we rarely ever see them anymore. I figured John just can't get past the guilt of what happened. It was only a hand job for Christ's sake. It was either guilt, or he just couldn't trust himself around me anymore. Oh well their loss.

Pete still comes around a lot. Lee and I sometimes incorporate Pete into our role playing games. That's when I realized Lee was a Bi-sexual male. Again that's another story for another time.

Diane and Derek became our favorite couple for obvious reasons. I began to understand Derek's and Diane's relationship, and no longer felt sorry for Diane. She liked the way Derek treated her, and I must admit I liked the way Derek treated all of us. He was definitely the dominate member of our little group.

My husband Lee and I have been together now for 13 years. We are as much in love today as we were those many years ago. The years have been kind to both of us. I have managed to keep my figure, and I look younger than I actually am. Lee my husband, though now almost completely gray has managed to maintain his physique, and youthful appearance.

All of this helps us in our new endeavor whereby I dress as slutty as I can and bring younger men home to fuck as my husband watches, or participates. Again that's another story.



Depraved Enough for You?



Erica had always been wild. Perhaps it came from being an only child, even if her parents showered her with love, but she was competitive, very, and without brothers or sisters against whom to measure herself she could do so only with her friends. Growing up she was usually not the first to do something, but she would do it bigger, better – and often badder.

An intelligent young woman, she always did well in school even without really trying, which kept her parents generally happy. She never ran afoul of the law, created disruptions in school or was openly insubordinate to her parents' wishes, thus she got a good deal of latitude, especially as she got older. She knew where the lines were with authority figures, and she made sure never to quite cross them, even if she did revel in pushing up against them whenever possible.

She prided herself on making her own choices, never being forced into anything. When her friends started having sex she yearned to as well, but would only do so once she'd found the perfect boy, the one all of her girl friends wanted, and made him wait for what was to him an excruciatingly long time while she brought him along. What Erica had in mind was not teasing but control.

She had heard enough stories from her sexually active girl friends about the hurried, selfish, unsatisfying experiences they all had with boys to know what to avoid. Her desires had to be satisfied before she would let someone else "have his way," and that was exactly what she demanded. Besides being smart she was also highly attractive, much in the mold of Neve Campbell as she was in "Wild Things," and she knew the power this gave her. If she wanted to stretch things out before "giving in," she could get away with it. And she did, very successfully, making sure that any manchild who wanted her had to learn first what satisfied HER, and only then giving over to their desires.

Erica discovered in the first few years of her sexual life that she had a significant appetite, more so than most of her girl friends. Most of her lovers were more than happy to discover this, even ecstatic since it meant they were going to get lots and lots of high-quality sex. She had one relationship in which they did it three times a day, pretty much every day, for six months. On the other hand she dated – for a short time – two men who just could not keep up with her demands. One of them went so far as to tell his friends, "All Erica ever wants to do is fuck, fuck, fuck." She got a kick out of hearing that since it only burnished her reputation – and she was already doing one of his more handsome, and competent, friends, anyway.

She also realized she had few inhibitions. She would try anything once, see if she liked it and use that first-hand knowledge to decide if that was for her, with no regrets if she didn't. It turned out that in the sexual sphere there was little two consenting adults could do to each other she did not enjoy.

Erica proudly considered herself a champion at oral sex and intercourse, often hearing breathlessly and unsolicited from her partners that she was far better than other girls they both knew – her competitive nature loved that. She enjoyed anal stimulation and would eagerly spring it on men if she sensed they would enjoy it, and many did. She would masturbate in front of her lovers, and watch porn with them. She also made absolutely sure that every young man who slept with her became adept at oral sex on her as well – it was a requirement of being with her, and fair is fair.

With the controlling aspect of her personality came certain reserves. She was open with her mother and with her approval went on the pill. She also lived up to the promise she made her mother and made sure every man she has sex with used a condom, on every occasion. (Erica advised buying boxes by the dozen – keeping up with her was not for the faint of heart.)

Erica would never get drunk enough to get out of hand, nor would she let her partner. She would never put herself in a position to be "taken" by anyone, especially not a group situation. Two of her girl friends had done this, so she had been told, one to her enjoyment, another to her horror. She reveled in being known as a highly satisfying and skillful lover, "wild" absolutely, but only with one partner at a time, and only on her terms. She was a very bad good girl.

One thing Erica would not do was girls. Bisexuality was something more than one of her girl friends admitted they tried, and she suspected a few others might have although they would not admit it, but it was not something she wanted to be known for. In a sense it came from being so good at sex – she feared that any girl she slept with might tell everyone or, worse, want to become her "girlfriend." She had ambitious plans for her life, and she did not want to be held back by any "lesbian issues," so despite whatever the male-dominated media encouraged she swore to herself she would never do such things. Being known and desired for being a great serial monogamist lover of hot young men worked very well, thank you.

She had nothing against the idea of women making love to each other, however, and she knew she would have to be a hypocrite to do so given the strength of her own desires and demands she made for her satisfaction. She even enjoyed girl/girl porn, often far more than male/female, since the women seemed to actually enjoy what they were doing, plus the sight of cumshots onto women's faces at the end ... ugh.

When she was in her last year at college, Erica found herself a little bored. She was doing very well in her classes and was a week ahead of her coursework. Most of her friends were involved in relationships, studying too hard, interviewing for jobs or just plain going crazy, so she found she had a good bit of time on her hands. It would have been a perfect time to physically abuse a hot boyfriend day and night, and her body yearned for it, but it happened that she had just broken off a couple of weeks before a relationship that just wasn't rocking her world – he was fine, but not up to her standards, so she threw him over to find someone better.

She somehow found herself telling this to a new friend from one of her classes, Janie, as they sat around having coffee and killing time with amiable conversation to avoid discussing a dreadfully boring class project Erica was already ahead on. Janie said she'd broken up with someone a while back and knew what she meant, although she followed that up by saying, "Thankfully I recently started sleeping with someone and it's made me feel a lot more whole."

Erica found herself enjoying the conversation with Janie, who like her was bright, slender and attractive. She was not as young, having taken a couple of years off to try making it as an actress in New York, then "came to her senses" when she realized how little money she was making after five years, plus how many sleazy "producer/directors" there were who wanted nothing more than sex from a hot young woman. Her maturity showed, in a good way, and her stories about fighting off slimeballs while trying to make a go of it – with some incredible names playing minor if ear-catching parts – made for companionable diversions.

After a while they got around to discussing what they were doing for the evening, this being early Friday afternoon. Erica said she had no plans, which was true. She thought of making something up but couldn't be bothered, just as she couldn't be bothered to chase after the friends she knew had disappeared because they were all doing their own things.

"You going off to the fraternity scene then?" Janie asked.

"No, not my cup of tea," Erica replied. "Maybe rent a movie or something, quiet night."

"Well, I have date plans for an early dinner, but I also arranged to meet up with friends later at my place to do just what you suggest, watch a movie. Why don't you join us? We'll have a few cocktails and chill out."

The suggestion appealed to Erica, who didn't want to sit around her place listening to other parties in her complex while contemplating being alone, so she said yes. Janie told her not to bring anything, really, and gave her directions that were all too easy to follow since it was nearby and she knew other people who lived in her complex. They set it up for 9 o'clock, then finished their coffee and each went their own way.

The rest of the day and early evening was uneventful for Erica, who went home, read a little, took a quick nap, then made herself pasta and a salad for dinner. She showered and dressed college casual, a comfortable button-down blouse and skirt from Banana Republic (she usually preferred to be more girlie than jeans and a sweatshirt), then headed over to Janie's.

She was right on time and Janie greeted her with a smile, ushering her in. Janie was a little out of breath, her hair windblown, and asked for pardon saying she'd just gotten home a few minutes before. Her apartment was a one-bedroom, no roommate, which Janie told her came from living on her own in New York – she couldn't have another roommate, not as cheap as apartments were near the university. The decor was typical college chic, comfortable, with more black leather than she expected in a girl's place but still nice. Through a quirk of the floorplan the kitchen was not open to the large living room but separate, in the back where the bathroom and bedroom were.

It was only a couple of minutes after Erica arrived when the doorbell rang and Janie let in her friends. She introduced Susanna and Leigh. Both seemed nice enough. Susanna has older, maybe a year or two older than Janie, and said she worked at the university's hospital as a researcher. Leigh was also older than Erica but only a couple of years, she said she was a grad student in psychology. That made Erica grimace, who had to admit when they all saw it, "I hated my one psych class, sorry," at which they all laughed. Janie invited everyone to settle in while she got drinks, disappearing into the kitchen.

The other three girls made small talk, which consisted of Susanna asking Erica lots of questions while Leigh sat quietly. This continued as Janie came back with four glasses of white wine, then settled in to also listen. Of this group Susanna was clearly the leader. Erica was fine with all the questions, although when Susanna started asking her if she had a boyfriend she answered no as graciously as she could, then decided to try to move away the spotlight away from herself, turning to Janie:

"So how was your dinner date?"

Janie smiled languorously, "It was really great, thanks. I had a very nice time if you know what I mean, I'm happy to say. Pardon me if I'm still a little flushed."

Erica chuckled, "I think we all know how that feels."

Janie smiled, "You may be right about that. Perhaps we'll see."

Erica saw the other two girls smile at Janie as she said that, sharing a knowing look, then look back at Erica. Not knowing what to make of this she decided to skip over it and ask what the movie was.

Leigh answered this time, showing a Southern drawl, "Have you seen the movie 'Bound'?"

"No," Erica answered, "What's it about?"

"It's about a the wife of a mafioso who is being chased by goons. Lot of action." At this Susanna and Janie shared with Leigh another knowing smile, which Erica missed.

"OK, sounds like a good Friday night kind of flick. I actually really like action movies, although I know that's supposed to be a guy thing," Erica said.

Susanna replied, "Great, then you'll enjoy this girl action movie!" Erica found that amusing even though she didn't laugh as hard as the others. Leigh put the movie in and the girls all settled in to watch, Erica in the black leather armchair, the other three on the large black leather sofa.

The movie moved along well enough, Erica thought, although it seemed a strange choice to her. She recognized the two main actresses, both of whom were amazingly beautiful and sexy as hell. None of the men seemed very prominent – where was this going?

She discovered where soon enough. She didn't expect this to be soft porn but, as the Supreme Court says, she definitely knew it when she saw it. The nice thing was it was having its usual effect on her and she found herself getting turned on as she realized what it was. That it was two women was of little moment to her – she liked girl/girl, it was far more tender.

It was also making her increasingly wet, squirming about in the chair, maybe a little oblivious to the fact that three other women she barely knew were sharing the experience with her. If she were alone or watching it with a guy she was seeing she would have pleased herself without hesitation, openly and very satisfyingly, but now she found herself shackled by the presence of these relative strangers.

Damn, she thought, I am going to have to wait until I get home later to do something about this ...

The brief if intense scene with the two women fully naked in bed really got her blood rising. Very hot, she thought, regretting once again her need for self control. But self control was what she prided herself on, so she kept it together as always. So she thought.

The movie rolled on a few minutes beyond the hot sex scene when Janie said, "Leigh can you stop the movie a minute? I need to pee."

Leigh did as asked and Janie went back to the bathroom.

Susanna turned almost immediately to Erica, "So do you like the movie? It's hot isn't it?"

Erica nodded, "Yes, they're very hot together." Then quickly, "What do you think?"

"I love this movie," Susanna replied. "I've had some lovers that made me as hot as what I imagine they're feeling together in the movie, but not that many. That kind of chemistry is tough to find, the eagerness to please, especially in someone that good-looking. Yes, very hot indeed!"

Leigh chimed in, "I concur entirely. Rarely have I experienced lovers who do anywhere near as much for me as these two do for each other, although I must admit I am always hopeful." As she said this she smiled bashfully at Erica.

Then the two girls started trading brief anecdotes on this same subject, which made Erica think they had known each other for a couple of years: this one was this, that one was that, very explicitly sexual, and all the while they were careful not to use names or even specific pronouns, usually sticking with "this lover", "that person" or "the red-head." Janie came back and joined in, not missing a beat on their conversation and frequently contributing additions of her own. Probably 10 minutes of this went by, no one eager to put in the movie again, when Erica slowly realized that all the other people in their stories had to be female.

Oh, Erica thought to herself, and duh! The girl/girl softcore porn flick was a set-up. OK, fair enough, I get this, if they want to be lesbians or bi or whatever that's fine with me, I can hang out with them and enjoy the evening anyway. She didn't really feel like going home to be by herself, and she was actually finding their little act amusing in it's own way: it piqued her curiosity. It's not like they were threatening her – hell, it's not like women are going to tie me down and rape me or anything, she thought.

It did make her look at the women with new eyes. Susanna, obviously the leader, was outspoken and brash, and this now led Erica to words like "masculine." She was attractive, a brunette with ample breasts and a round ass, but her broad shoulders and muscular legs might have taken her out of the "lipstick" category. At this Erica chuckled to herself. Leigh was different, the classic blonde Southern belle with a short and sassy sorority bob, petite, sweet, with a very nice little body. No one would pick her from a crowd as a lesbian.

Janie could have been anything – it was obvious for the start she was more worldly, but knowing she had been an actress meant to Erica that she could portray herself any way she wanted. Very attractive, 5'7", slender with great curves, strawberry blonde, always well put-together, always with a great look, she could make anyone's head turn. She could probably walk into any bar she wanted and pick someone up successfully – and from the tone of the last story she told, that definitely included women.

All this amused Erica. She felt completely in control, as always.

She was waiting for one of them to ask her whether she had ever been with a women and other such questions, which she was confident she could fend off easily enough and make it clear she had no interest, but something unexpected came in the form of Janie asking her:

"So Erica, what was it that turned you on so much about the sex scene in the movie?"

That caught her off guard, and she answered, "What makes you think it turned me on?"

"I was watching and I could tell. From your body language, the squirming in the chair, crossing and recrossing your legs, your breathing, it was obvious."

Leigh said, "Concur, I was watching too, and I even saw you lick your lips a couple of times at just the hottest moments."

All of this was true, and Erica suddenly felt a little hemmed in. Surmising they were all at least bi didn't make it any easier, despite her earlier confidence. Her usual course was directness, so after a moment's hesitation she went with that.

"OK, you got me," she laughed, far more nervously than she would have liked. "Yes it turned me on. I've always liked porn, girl/girl too, what can I say?"

As Erica knew she would Susanna jumped in next, "If we weren't here, would you have touched yourself?"

It was a seriously direct question, and Erica knew she could have deflected it with indignance, but after another moment's hesitation she decided to be direct again:

"Yes, I would, and to tell you the truth when I get home I expect I'll do just that remembering it."

That changed the tenor of things for the other three girls, all relaxing a little and smiling at each other. Susanna drained the last dregs of her wine glass and asked Janie if she could have more.

"Sure, I can get some more. Erica, would you mind helping me in the kitchen a minute?"

With that Erica followed her back to the kitchen, grabbing her own glass and the others' to be helpful.

Once they got back to the kitchen Janie closed the swinging door. She turned to Erica, "Gosh Erica I'm really sorry if my friends are upsetting you. Susanna can come on a little strong, you know?"

It had all gotten her to thinking, her mind suddenly racing, but she said, "It's OK Janie, I'm a big girl and can handle myself. What she wants to do in bed is her own business, just as it's yours or mine too."

"I'm glad you look at it that way. It's good to meet people who are open-minded," Janie said, "Thanks for coming over, I'm enjoying getting to know you better."

"Me too, Janie."

"Really?"

"Yes," Erica said, then smiled, "even if things have taken a turn for the weird!"

Janie laughed with her, "You're right, it can be a little weird, but I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." A slight pause, then, also smiling, "And I hope you enjoy what the rest of the evening brings."

Erica took that as a reference to her saying she would masturbate later, then she chuckled too and said, "I'm sure I will, thanks."

Janie went to the refrigerator for another bottle of wine and asked Erica if she would reach up into the cabinet in front of her for fresh wine glasses. She had to reach a little, and when she brought them down she turned, about to hand them to Janie. Instead she turned right into Janie, who was standing so close the half-step Erica took as she turned put them into direct contact, breast to breast.

Erica felt a jolt of electricity through her body, a feeling she had never experienced before, of instant arousal. Watching the porn scenes, getting wet and then jousting with the girls may have set her up, especially with the dearth of other sexual release over the past couple of weeks, but when the contact happened it was shocking, and she gasped.




Depraved Enough for You?



Janie blushed a little, "Yes, that is nice, isn't it." Then she moved her breasts slightly but enough to each of them to feel it, the material brushing harder against their bodies, first one way, then the other, then back again, Janie still holding the wine bottle and opener, Erica holding the glasses out from her body. After several moments Janie broke the fullness of the embrace just enough to put down the bottle and opener on the counter, while Erica was too stunned to move. Janie took her hands and moved them up to Erica's breasts, teasing at her nipples through the material of her blouse and bra, not moving her own breasts so they stayed in contact. Erica stood motionless, still with the wine glasses held out in each hand.

Erica's nipples became quickly erect, something she had always loved about herself, although now they were betraying her. She enjoyed the sensation too much to stop what was happening, even though she was doing something she never imagined. A wave of emotions started running through her mind as she closed her eyes and lifted her head, enjoying the stroking.

"No, I can't. Oh that feels good, yes, keep going. No. Yes! No, I'm not a lesbian. Who cares, it feels great. It's taboo, it's wrong, it's not me, it's depraved, I've nothing done anything this depraved, I've always been in control ..."

The word "depraved" stayed powerfully in the front of her mind. What made me think of that, she thought? It's such a bad word, dirty, crazed with lust, she's making me do this, it's not even my idea. I'm getting wet again, wetter, I can't do that, not this way. Oh but it feels so good ...

All of this happened within her in a few blinks of her mind's eye, even if it seemed like an eternity. Janie continued to touch Erica's breasts with her own and her hands, grinding the fabric against her eager nipples. Erica gasped again, opened her eyes and turned her head down to see Janie smiling at her.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

Erica nodded her head.

"I want to hear you say it."

"Yes, I like it."

"How does it make you feel?

Erica could only think of one word: "Depraved."

"Depraved?" Janie questioned.

"Oh God yes, I've never had anyone do this to me, never had anyone make me feel like this. I've never wanted to be with a woman before, I've always told myself I never would."

At just this moment the kitchen door swung open and Susanna walked into the room with Leigh. They saw the scene before them and remained silent.

"What makes you think you're going to be with a woman tonight? Don't you think you're getting a little ahead of yourself?" As Janie said this she took her left hand off Erica's breast and moved it down her body to her right thigh, then up inside her short skirt. When she touched Erica she discovered a wet thong, and Erica whimpered. After a few strokes through the thong she slipped a finger under, around her lips.

"Mmm, waxed, very nice. Now what was that word you used, Erica?" This Janie did for the benefit of Leigh and Susanna.

"Depraved."

"Does this make you feel depraved?"

"Yes," breathing heavily.

"Why?"

After a moment's pause, Erica produced another moan as Janie stroked her lips with a second finger. Erica then said, for all three women to hear, "Because I feel like you're going to make me totally lose control."

"You've never lost control before?" Janie said.

"No, never, I've always had everything my way in bed."

"Everything?

"Everything."

"And now you don't? Why?"

"Because you're touching me and making me so wet I can barely stand it, but you're a woman and I've never wanted to do things with women before."

"What do you want to do now?" Janie asked.

Erica was in ecstacy. "This," she said. Janie chose that moment to move a finger inside Erica and touch her clit, taking her arousal to a much higher level, and that's when it came tumbling out of Erica's mouth, "I want to do you. And Leigh and her Southern accent. Even Susanna. I want you to make me do all kinds of depraved things to all of you. Force me. Please."

At this point Susanna walked up and stroked Erica's cheek. She smiled mischievously and said, "Anything someone forces you to do, you don't have to feel guilty about after."

Susanna took one set of glasses from Erica's left hand, Leigh the one from the left, and they set them on the counter. Susanna reached down and took Erica's hand, leading her away from Janie and breaking their contact, much to both of their chagrin, pulling Erica through the kitchen and back into the living room. She stood in front of the couch facing Erica, the other girls behind.

As she pulled her shirt over her head Susanna said, "Girls, why don't you hold onto our wonderfully depraved friend's arms and force to her kneel in front of me."

Erica felt like she was in a trance and complied as they followed Susanna's order. In the meantime Susanna removed her black bra, revealing her ample breasts, then she undid her jeans and slid them down her legs along with her black panties. She stepped out of her jeans and threw them onto the chair, now naked, and sat down in the middle of the black leather coach, spreading her legs.

"Mmmm, I want you to hold her there girls, with her arms behind her just like that," Susanna said. "But we should be a little nice to her, even while we're forcing her – we ought to open her up just a little, don't you think?"

With that Susanna came forward and pulled Erica's red blouse out of her skirt, then opened all of the buttons until it hung loose in front of her. Since she always thought she should be ready in case she met someone she'd like to impress she had worn as usual a matched set of lingerie, thong and lacy bra, in this case a luscious and eminently comfortable chocolate brown. The thong came riding up above the short black skirt, with Susanna's help, for all the others to see. Susanna reached forward to stroke Erica's breast through the bra, saying, "Oooh, very nice."

Erica heard the compliment but her mind was racing. Here she was kneeling on the floor in front of a naked woman, an obvious lesbian, close enough to smell her arousal and about to be made to do things to her she never dreamed. The other women had her arms pinned behind her. Could she escape? Yes, absolutely, she couldn't rationalize that, and they knew that too. Did she want to? No, no way. Why? She had no idea, but she had never felt so dirty before, sitting in front of this naked woman's exposed pussy, never felt so depraved, never felt so out of control – even if she was rationalizing the last part.

Susanna was clearly enjoying this and was ready to start the main event. She reached out and kissed Erica, working her tongue in just enough to taste her tongue, then pulled back, lifted her head and said, "I just wanted to see what you taste like yourself, before we all get our pussies in your mouth." Then she leaned back and pulled her towards the intersection of her spread legs and said, "Lick me honey, lick my pussy, make me cum with your depraved little tongue."

Erica offered no resistence. Susanna had only a small landing-strip of pubic hair so it was easy to get to her pussy lips. She had seen, and as it now dawned on her paid attention to, enough girl/girl porn to know what to do, even if she was entirely inexperience. She gave herself over as she always had to the men she'd slept with and soon found herself eagerly and earnestly working to please Susanna, who was repaying her efforts with vocal encouragements that struck Erica as entirely in character. "Yes, there, oh yes, a little higher, oh slower, faster," on and on and on.

While vocal and bossy one thing she liked is that Susanna always used her name when crying out, or sometimes "sweetie" or "honey," but never anything like "bitch" or "slut" – she was in no position to argue, with Susanna holding her harder and harder against her pussy as she rode her face, but she wouldn't have liked hearing those things. Somehow these girls understood what she wanted, unusual as it may be.

Depraved. The word came back into her head again and again as she licked deeper and deeper. She found Susanna's clit without difficulty, even in this position, and knew what to do, and when. She didn't know whether was really was any good at this but from Susanna's continuing exclamations she certainly was doing something good for her, and soon enough she grabbed her head and pulled it as hard as she could into her and gasped out, "Oh God yes, I'm cumming so hard!" She let loose and spasmed over and over, expelling so much fluid it dripped down Erica's chin and slid down onto her neck. Some got into her hair. That made her feel as depraved as anything – she would have to wash it out, knowing as she did exactly how it got there.

As Susannah released her grip she tumbled over on her side, muttering a long stream like, "Great, fucking great, oh Lord so good." Erica still kneeled before her, the two girls never having released their grips, her arms out, her face covered with Susannah's juices. It felt so dirty, so bad, so good.

Susanna recovered soon enough and got off the couch. Without a word she took Leigh's place holding Erica's arm. Leigh stood off to the side and smiled down at Erica as she stripped. She did not draw it out, endeavoring to be quick if not rushed, yet Erica found herself all the more turned on by her when she realized Leigh had set up her quick striptease to show Erica her lacy matching bra and panties. She evidently favored sky blue, very lacy, which Erica thought had to be La Perla, very nice, very comfortable, expensive. A preference for quality matching lingerie they had in common, and she took it as a nice gesture that Leigh wanted to show hers to her.

They didn't linger more than a few seconds on her body, however, before Leigh was totally naked. She was very girlie, with nice rounded breasts, good muscle tone, a flat stomach, lovely hips, and a tight little ass. She had wondered if she was a real blonde but was wasn't able to figure it out, not with her pussy waxed earlier that day. Erica liked that about her too, since it's something she'd been doing for a long time, not for guys but for herself.

Leigh settled herself on the couch in front of Erica. She reached out to grab her head and kissed her, long and soft, while licking some but far from all of Susanna's juices off her face. After she broke the kiss she asked, "Do you think I'm a lesbian?"


Erica was surprised by the question, especially given their positions, so instead of answering she said, "Why do you ask?"

"I thought you might want to know that I'm not an actual lesbian," Leigh sweetly drawled. "I'm bisexual. I don't fool around with girls all that much, but when I do I really, really enjoy it. It's only a sex thing though. I want to get married some day and have a family, and only a few of my friends know I like to have sex with girls, and I don't want it generally known. I thought you might like to know that, since I suspect you may feel the same way after tonight, and you should know we can be discrete too. At least I can. Fair?"

"Thank you," Erica replied, having never considered any of this but suddenly feeling relief at hearing Leigh's words. "I appreciate that."

Leigh smiled, showing her perfect white teeth, then leaned back with her legs spread wide and said, "Great! Now lick my pussy, please!"

The second time proved better than the first. It may have been that Leigh was gentler, certainly less boisterous than Susanna ("God who wouldn't be," she thought), but Erica found pleasing Leigh to be a little easier, and a lot more fun. She licked and licked, sucked her clit, licked more, sucked more. She was teasing Leigh and not letting her cum too quickly, and they both knew it.

This time she tried something new, reaching lower to lick around Leigh's asshole. Leigh loved it, and said so; Susanna whimpered once off to the side. Erica enjoyed giving rimming more than one man and this was no different, better even, and only added to her enjoyment of this whole experience. The "depraved" word came back into her head again and she relished it. Its power made her decide to finally give Leigh what she was crying out for, moving into her pussy and flicking her clit with her tongue for all it was worth until a crashing orgasm washed over Leigh. 

"That was wonderful darlin', simply wonderful, thank you," Leigh said as she came up for air. Erica once again had cum and juice all over her face, more of it, more in her hair, and she loved it.

Leigh got up and took over holding her arm from Janie. They all knew it was Janie's turn, and after watching her two friends orgasm hard from Erica's efforts she tried to set a record pulling her clothes off, she was so turned on. She jumped down naked onto the couch, put two fingers into her pussy and offered them to Erica's mouth, who licked them happily. "Depraved enough for you?" 

"Yum," Erica said, sticking out her tongue for more as the other girls held her arms, keeping her from moving forward.

"I had sex with someone else just before I ran back here, another girl. Could you tell?"

"I thought so," Erica replied.

"Now you can experience what she licked for yourself. What do you want to do?" Janie asked. "Say it."

"I want to lick your sopping wet pussy, Janie, and make you cum again. Please."

"Please?"

"Please," Erica said, a little pleading – but not much.

"Since you said please. Come here and lick me then." At that the girls relaxed their grips and Erica fell straight forward between Janie's legs.

This got easier and better, Erica thought. Unlike with Leigh she had no desire to prolong the agony with Janie. She got a sense for her right away that she would be faster to come and wanted it that way, which is exactly what Erica tried to give her.

God, she thought, I really am good at this, it's just like sex with guys. That thought scared her a little, since it was the first time she thought about being good at this, meaning better than others, an essential part of her competitive nature. The nature of this experience was terribly contrived – no matter how much she rationalized it to herself to get where she was now she could hardly claim with a straight face to have been "forced" by these girls in a court, or even if she told the story to any of her friends, which she doubted very much she would ever do but you never know. Nonetheless the very thought that she might be better at this than others signaled to Erica that she would almost certainly want to do these things again. She seemingly was good at it, and it gave other people a lot of pleasure. Would she think of herself as this depraved next time, assuming there was a next time, or would she reassert her usual control?

For that moment she decided she had no idea but wanted very much to make Janie cum. She did so in less than two minutes, proud at her newfound skill, knowing what this woman wanted was different from the others, seizing upon that and giving it to her. Oh, how Janie screamed out when she orgasmed – such a treat for Erica to hear, even with her face locked between her legs and the juices flowing all over her face.

When Janie came and fell over on the couch the other two girls let go of Erica's arms. She felt the weight lift from them and rubbed them for a few moments. Sitting down low on her knees, realizing what she had just done, she put her hands up to her face and twirled her fingers over all the fluids covering it. She took some on each of her hands and ran them through her hair, coating it with all the gooey juices. Even in the course of this exceptional evening it felt like the most depraved thing she had ever done. She kept at it until all of the juices were in her hair. She would have to walk home with it, smell like it, feel it when she touched her head. So nasty, so hot.

Erica had no idea what to do next, she was speechless. Sitting on this floor with her blouse open, her own pussy having soaked her thong through long ago and the products of lesbian sex all through her hair, down her throat as she swallowed, the whole experience was so overpowering. She had just done things she had sworn to herself years ago she would never do, to not one but three women, and she had to face the fact that it was essentially her idea. She wanted it, she made it happen, she never hesitated once it started and here she was in the aftermath. What now?

She was brought back into the moment by Leigh, who took her chin in her hand and turned her face toward her, kneeling naked on the floor with her. "What do you want to do now, Erica?"

"I don't know Leigh, I just don't know."

"Well I do," Leigh smiled wide. "For what you just did for us we all are going to give you back double, making it our mission to please you until you absolutely cannot stand it any longer. And I can tell you, that will take a good long time. Before we do that I have one question I want you to answer, before you get too wrecked by orgasms to think straight."

"Sure, anything," Erica said. Although she didn't think she could think of herself any more as straight!

"I would like your number please, so we can see each other again," Leigh said. "You are absolutely amazing, completely unexpected, and I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship!"



Depraved Indifference



Pat had just come home from her shift as a waitress at the local truck stop. She worked hard and different shifts in order to provide for her twin boys who are 18 and still living at home. Upon entering the house, she made her way back to her bedroom and passed the room the boys shared. She glanced in the room and saw the twins on their beds, stroking their young hard cocks. This had become almost a daily occurrence and she stormed in the room.

"Don't you boys have better things to do than hand jacking your peckers?" Pat yelled.

Billy looked at her and said. "I can't help it ma. There ain't girls anywhere close to us."

Tommy added. "Yeah ma, we get boners all the time cause we got a lot of spooge and there ain't no hussy girls to use."

Pat sighed at looked at both of them. "I suppose your right. Maybe mom can find you a piece of ass to use. We get runways all the time at the truck stop and I'm sure I can find you a cute girl to bring home to use."

"Would you mom? That would be so nice to have a piece of ass to stick my pecker in." Billy replied with a smile.

"Would I be able to butt fuck her? Asked Tommy.

"Sure thing boys. You can stick your peckers in her butt, cootchie and mouth. I would like to watch you boys have a go at her. She'd be yours to use any time you want whether she wants it or not. I'll make sure the tramp I bring home is properly punished is she doesn't please your peckers."

Both boys got up from their beds with their long thick peckers hanging down and hugged their mom thanking her.

"Clean up boys, while mom makes supper. I have another late shift at the truck stop tonight.

Pat left the room and headed towards the kitchen to fix the boys supper. While fixing supper, she thought of all the runaways and lot lizards that came and went at the truck stop. To her, these girls were nothing more than hussies and tramps. She figured the girl could be kept in the basement on an old mattress.

After supper was done, the boys did their part in cleaning up the kitchen. While the boys cleaned the kitchen, Pat went to the bathroom to get a shower before heading back for another shift. While in the shower, her mind flashed back to seeing her twins on their big hanging peckers. She slowly rubbed her clit as she thought about her boys shoving their peckers inside all the holes the hussy had to offer. She even thought of training the girl to eat her cootchie and ass. She stopped before having an orgasm, finished her shower then got ready for work.

Pat arrived at work on time as usual. The place was busier than usual do to an accident further up the highway which rerouted more traffic pass the truck stop. Pat didn't complain because she knew she would make good tips and the likely hood of her finding a hussy for the boys was even better. About thirty minutes before she shift ended Pat headed to the ladies room. When she entered the ladies room there was a girl sitting on the toilet crying. Pat looked at her and saw wads of cum all over her face and hair. 

"You ok honey?" Pat asked.

"No ma'am, I'm not. Just look at the spooge on my face and hair. I thumbed a ride with a trucker and when we pulled in for some food, he grabbed me and made me suck his pecker before blowing spooge all over me." She said between the cries.

"Men can be a bunch of pigs. If it helps any, my shift is over in a bit and you can come home with me and I'll cook you a nice meal and you can take a shower and clean up."

The girl looked up at her, cracked a slight smile and said "Thank you ma'am. That's very nice of you to do so."

"Ok then, clean up a bit and then take a seat at the counter. I'll treat you to a cold coke while I finish my shift." Pat said with a smile.

Pat left the ladies room and called home. She told the boys she found a hussy for their use and for them to stay in their room until she came and got them. She wanted to surprise the boys and also not scare the girl.

The girl came to the counter and Pat gave her a coke to drink till her shift ended. While cleaning up the counter she looked at the girl as asked "What's your name?" 

The girl replied "Amy Ma'am."

"I'm Pat and it's a pleasure to meet you. How old are ya?" She asked.

"I'm 18 ma'am"

"What's a pretty girl like you doing running away? Asked Pat.

"My stepfather tried to get into my pants cause momma was on the rag. He did manage to shove his pecker in my mouth and he made me suck it till he spooged in it causing me to puke all over. He got mad and called my mama in to show her what happened. Mama beat me with a belt and told me I need to be a good hussy slut for her man when she wasn't able to service his pecker. So I played cool about it and I ran way the next day and here I am."

"I think you did the right thing Amy." Pat replied with a smile.

"Let me go clock out and then we can get out of here and I'll take ya home and fix ya a hot meal and you can shower to get that spooge out." Pat added.

"Sounds like a plan." Replied Amy.

Pat clocked out and said goodbye the crew still working and Amy followed her out to her car. Pat and Amy got into the car. Pat started the engine and then put the car in reverse before pulling out of the parking lot. She caught a glance of Amy and noticed her young firm tits. She figured the boys would enjoy having fun with those nice full tits. As they were driving home, Pat asked Amy. "You have much experience with boy?" 

Amy blushed a bit and replied. "I've hand jacked a few peckers, let some grope my tits and let a few inside my panties to finger bang my cootchie."


Pat replied with a smile. "I think most girls your age have done that. Ever sucked a pecker, taken one in your cootchie or butt hole?"

"I tried to suck a peter once, but it hurt trying to get mouth around it cause it was a big one. Never has a pecker in my cootchie and I would never let a boy put his pecker up my butt hole, cause that's so gross." Amy replied.

Pat just smiled at the fact her boys were going to be the first to violate her cootchie and butt hole. Her panties were getting wet as her pussy dripped while she thought about watching her boys have a go at this cute naïve hussy. Judging by the size of their peckers, she knew Amy was going to be ripped open pretty good. She even liked the idea on watching her puke while one of her boys was gagging her with a pecker down her throat. 

It wasn't long before Pat pulled into the driveway. Pat and Amy got out of the car and Amy followed behind Pat to the back kitchen door. Once inside Pat told Amy have a seat at the table while she went back to her room to change out of her work clothes. She returned wearing a tank top and white pair of panties. Amy looked at Pat when she returned to the kitchen and noticed Pat's nipples poking at the fabric and she also noticed the thick bush in Pat's panties and the fact that hair was showing outside the panties. 

"How about some pancakes with bacon?" Pat asked.

"Um, sure. That sounds yummy right now." Amy replied with a giggle.

While Pat was making the pancakes and frying the bacon she noticed Amy kept glancing at her. 

"Does my attire make you uncomfortable?" Pat Asked.

"Um no, it's just..."

"Just what?" asked Pat.

"You seem to have a lot of hair covering your cootchie." Amy said blushing.

"I got than from my mama's side of the family. I reckon. We all have long thick pubic hair." Pat said with a smile.

Pat finished cooking and set down a plate of pancakes with bacon and a glass of milk for Amy. As Amy ate her food, Pat lit up a cigarette and watched her eat. She could feel her panties dampen knowing that later tonight Amy was going to be used by her and her sons. 

"Those were great pancakes." Amy said after finishing the last bite.

"Why thank you Amy. Why don't we head to the bathroom so you can shower that spooge off?

"Ok." Amy replied and then followed Pat to the bathroom.

Once inside Pat closed the door and then started the shower. She told Amy to get her clothes off. Amy was a bit hesitant till Pat pulled her shirt off revealing her tits with her nipples sticking out.

Amy took her shirt and bra off revealing a nice pair of tits. Pat figured she must be a full B cup. Amy then took her shoes off before pulling her jeans down and stepping out of them. Pat smiled when she say the cute yellow flowered panties Amy was wearing.

Amy stood there just in her panties and was hesitant to pull her panties off.

Pat slid her panties down revealing the two inches of hair covering her wet cootchie. 

"Off with the panties Amy." Pat told her.

Amy slid the panties down slowly and Pat noticed her cootchie was bald. Pat noticed how Amy's labia hung down.

Amy was embarrassed showing Pat her bald cootchie and then said. "Mama likes to shave it bald cause it makes me look like a little girl." 

"I see. I must say it does." Pat relied and then stepped into the shower and took Amy's by the hand to bring her in with her.

Pat had Amy getting under the shower head to soak her hair and then Pat poured some shampoo into her left hand. Pat rubbed her hands together then proceeded to wash Amy's hair. She would intentionally rub her tits against Amy's back now and then. After about 10 minutes, Amy's hair was clean. Pat told Amy to put her left foot on the edge of the tub and then Pat soaked up her hands and reached around to wash her young firm tits. She made sure she would rub her nibbles just enough to make them respond. Amy's breathing picked up a bit then Pat slid her right hand between Amy's open legs and started to wash her cootchie.

Pat whispered. "All little girls should have a clean cootchie." As her fingers pulled on Amy's labia just before sliding her middle finger inside. 

"Little girls can't be dirty down there, can they?" Pat asked.

"No ma'am." Amy replied with a moan.

"Good girl. Now bring your leg down and bend over." Pat told her.

Amy complied and then Pat took her soapy right hand and slid her middle finger up Amy's butthole.

"Little girls can't have a dirty butthole can they? Pat asked.

"No Ma'am" Amy replied as Pat's finger slid in and out.

"I bet your mama checked your panties every day?"

"Yes ma'am." Amy replied with a groan.

"What was your mama looking for Amy?"


"She would have me stand in front of her and have me pull my panties down to my knees so she could see the crotch. Mama looked for tinkle, skid marks, spooge and cootchie cum." Amy replied in an embarrassing tone.

"What happened if they were dirt Amy?"

"Mama would punish me. With skid marks, she would drag me to the bathroom and give me a big enema and beat my ass while holding it in. She would watch me on the potty telling me what a dirty little girl I was. With tinkle marks, she would watch me go tinkle then have me wipe myself with my fingers and suck them clean. Mama would take a belt to my cootchie is she saw cootchie cum."

Hearing this made Pat very aroused and wet.

"I'm sure there are many mamas out there that don't like have dirty little girls around. My mama did the same." Pat replied as she slid the finger out of Amy's butt hole.

"Let's rinse off and I'll get you a robe to wear while I wash your clothes." 

"Ok." Amy replied. 

Pat shut off the shower and both stepped off to dry. Pat handed Amy a robe and told her she would get her an iced tea. Pat walked into the kitchen with a towel around her waist and poured Amy an iced tea. Pat then opened a cabinet drawer opened a prescription bottle and poured out three Valium. She crushed the pills and then stirred them in the iced tea. 

Pat called Amy into the kitchen. Amy sat at the table and Pat handed her the iced tea. While Amy drank it, Pat gathered up Amy's clothes to be put into the trash. She noticed Amy's bra size was a 34B and her panties a size 5. Pat did take a sniff of the panties and smelled Amy's young cootchie in them. She thought about eating her and having Amy eat her as well.

When Pat returned to the kitchen, Amy was groggy and Pat suggested they go to the living room. Pat helped Amy get up and then had her sit in a chair. About ten minutes later, Amy was out cold. Pat went down to the basement and came back up with some rope and a knife. 

She pulled Amy up from the chair and removed the robe. Pat admired the young girl's body and then proceeded to put Amy face down over an ottoman. She tied Amy down good and make sure her legs were wide open giving her boys easy access. Pat went into the linen closet and removed a bed sheet. She took the sheet back to the living room and covered Amy with it.

Pat then proceeded to the boy's room and knocked.

"May I come in?" Pat asked.

"Yea Ma." Billy replied.

Pat opened the door and the boys looked right at Pat's tits. Pat knew what they were looking at when she pulled the towel down showing the boys her bush.

"Mama has a treat for you boys. I've got a cute piece of ass for the both of you. Now get undressed so I can show you the hussy." Pat said with a smile.

The boys were stumbling trying to get out of their clothes. Once naked, Pat noticed the two sporting erections. 

"Let's go meet the slut boys. No more hand jacking those nice peckers any more. Mama has a slut for you boys to use. Don't worry if she screams or cries when you shove those big peckers inside her butt hole or cootchie. Mama will make sure the slut behaves for you boys." 

The boys followed mom into the living room and she had the boys stand near the covered ottoman when she pulled back the sheet, showing Amy's naked exposed body. 

"Damn she's pretty one Mama." Billy said with a squeal in his voice.

"She even has a bald cootchie." Tommy added.

"She's a tight one boys. I'm gonna get a can of lard you can use to grease of those peckers with before shoving them in her butt hole."

Pat returned with the can of lard and put in on a table. She sat in an oversized chair and spread her legs open wide.

"Ok boys. Why don't one of you put your big pecker in her mouth and the other up her butt hole? Mama will take care of her bald cootchie later."

Billy knelt down and grabbed Amy by the hair and pulled her head up. He then slowly slid his pecker inside Amy's warm mouth. Amy started to come to just long enough to open her eyes a bit seeing Billy slide his pecker in her mouth. Amy then realized she was tied down. 

Pat watched Tommy grease up his pecker then put the tip against Amy's tight butt hole.

"Don't be gentle Tommy. Just get the tip of your pecker in her butt hole then push it hard all the way in." Pat said as she rubbed her clit.

"Ok mom." Replied Tommy and he slid the tip inside Amy's tight butt hole. He waited a bit then grabbed Amy's hips and shoved his thick pecked all the way in.

"Damn she's got a tight butt hole mama." Tommy said as his pecker spread her butt hole open.

"I bet she is Tommy. Give her a good hard butt fucking and make sure your spooge up her butt hole." Pat replied.

The drugs were starting to wear off and Amy felt the sharp pain of the invader in her butt hole. Amy opened her eyes to see Pat sitting with her legs open and rubbing her clit.

"Hi slut." Pat said.

"These two are my boys. Billy is the one with his pecker in your mouth and his brother Tommy is one with his pecker up your butt hole. I got tired of my boys having to hand jack their big peckers and I thought why not bring a little runway hussy like you home for them to enjoy? No one knows where you came from nor are they looking for you. I bet your mama is home right now fucking her man and could care less about a hussy like you. Your mama should have trained you better. Puking while sucking a pecker is so immature. I'm going to train you properly to service my boys. You can count on getting beatings for disappointing me. I'm also going to train you to eat my cootchie and butt hole too." Pat said laughing.

Amy was still a bit groggy when Billy shoved his pecker down her throat. Amy's gag reflexes kicked in causing her to puke up the pancakes. 

"Damn ma, she just puked all over my pecker and the floor." Billy screamed.

"Go get the strap Billy and bring it to me." Pat replied.

Billy got up and went to get the strap. 

Pat looked at Tommy and asked. "How's that butt hole? 

"Nice and tight mommy." Saying with a smile.

"Good. Now pull out of her so mama can give her a beating for puking on your brother's pecker.

Tommy pulled out and Pat noticed the brown marks on his pecker.

Pat got up and pulled Amy's head up by the hair. 

"You dirty little girl. Tommy's pecker has shit all over it. That's another beating for you." 

"Tommy, cut the ropes and hold her down. When Billy gets back, you two will take her to the basement and tie up her hands over the hook in the ceiling." 

"Yes mama."

Billy came into the room with the strap and handed it to Pat.

"Ok boys, get the hussy ready for a beating." Pat barked.

Tommy and Bill grabbed Amy's semi limp body up from the ottoman and then dragged her down to the basement. Pat ran her fingers over the same leather strap her mama use on her. Her cootchie was soaking wet at this point and she need to give Amy a good beating. 

Pat got up and noticed the big wet spot on the chair. She smiled as she headed towards the basement swinging the leather strap along the way. Pat headed down stairs and saw Amy's hands tied over the hook and her feet on the floor. 

"Good job boys." Pat said with a smile.

"Now go have a seat while mama gives this hussy a proper beating. You can hand jack your big boy peckers if you want while I use the strap on her. If you're gonna shoot your spooge, let me know so I can stop and you can shoot your spooge on her." Pat told the boys. 

"Sure thing mama." The boys replied.

Pat stood in front of Amy. She saw the puke dripping from her mouth.

"Time to wake up for your beating, so little hussy!" Pat yelled before slapping Amy right across the face. Amy's head swung to the left after the blow landed and her eyes popped wide open before emitting a scream.

"Look boys, it seems mama got her attention." Pat laughed.

"Ok little girl. It's time to give you a beating for having a dirty butt hole and for puking up my nice pancakes on Billy's pecker just like your mama gave you for puking on her man's pecker. The faster you learn to take my boy's big peckers down that nasty mouth of yours and swallow their spooge like a dirty little girl should, the better off you will be. You also better get used to the taste of cootchie too. I'm going to have you licking my cootchie and butt hole daily. Since it ain't proper for a mama to be sleeping with her boys, I thought they could use a nice hussy like you to use. I see Tommy has a thing for butt fucking you and Billy having you suck his pecker. This basement is now your new home. You can sleep on the mattress and I'll put a collar and chain on ya to keep you down here. That bucket over yonder will be your toilet. I'll bring you food in bowls daily for you to eat out of. When you get to nasty and smelly, I'll have the boys hose you off with some cold water. I'll give ya a sanitary belt to wear when your cootchie is dirty." Pat told her as she started to swing the strap around.

"You don't need to beat me ma'am." Amy cried.

"I'm afraid I do since your mama never gave you a proper beating." Pat said with a smile as she swung the strap and hit Amy's tits.

"Oh fuck!" Amy yelled.

Pat slapped Amy across the face hard and yelled at her. "Don't you be swearing in my house you dirty little girl. After your beating I'm gonna clean out that potty mouth of yours." 

Pat swung the strap again hitting Amy's tender tits. Pat could see the red marks.

"Beat her harder mama." Billy yelled while stroking his pecker.

Pat let get furry go and proceeded to give Amy about 20 licks of the strap across her tits. Amy was now hanging from the ceiling and tears of pain dripped to the floor. 




Depraved Indifference



"Ok boys. I want each of you to take one of her legs and lift her back off the floor and hold her up to I can give her butt hole a beating." Pat said smiling.

The boys jumped up and each grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her so her butthole was face up.

"Watch mama put some welts on her tender skin boys." Pat said as she swung the first blow right across Amy's butt hole.

Amy let out a loud yelp just after feeling the leather rip her skin. 

"Ain't she a screamer boys? I love a screamer."
"She be a screamer all right." Billy replied.

Pat continued to beat Amy's butt hole with the strap. After about 5 minutes, Amy pissed herself and passed out. 

"Ok boys, drop her legs and get her off the hook. Lay her face up on the floor. Mama needs to clean out her potty mouth." Pat said as she put the strap down on the chair.

Amy was now lying on the floor face up. Her tits were red and swollen with welts. 

Pat squatted over Amy's check and pushed her mouth open and then spit into her mouth. 

"Wake up dirty girl. Time for mama to clean out your potty mouth." Pat said with a laugh.

Amy slowly came around and saw Pat's hairy cootchie near her face.

"Open up that potty mouth so mama can clean it out." Pat demanded.

Not waiting another beating, Amy opened her mouth and Pat straddled Amy's mouth, spread her cootchie open and let go a hard stream of piss.

"Drink up." Pat told her as she pissed all over Amy's face and mouth. 

"That's it mama, potty train the hussy." Tommy yelled.

Amy did the best she could gulping down the hot piss. The piss had run all over her face and hair. When Pat was done she told Amy to lick her cootchie clean. A defeated Amy offered no resistance and complied.

"See now dirty girl, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Pat said looking down at Amy's piss soaked face.

All Amy could do was nod her head no.

Pat got off Amy and sat in a chair.

"Tommy, why don't you go back to butt fucking her? Make sure you shoot your spooge deep inside her butt hole and when you're done, go ahead and piss up her butt hole." Pat said as she fingered her cootchie.

Tommy went over to Amy and dragged her to the mattress. He put Amy on all fours and then rammed his pecker up her butt hole. Amy screamed out in pain as his thick pecker invaded her butt hole. Tommy grabbed her hips and kept ramming his pecker in and out. Pat was shoving three fingers up her cootchie while watching.

"That's a good boy Tommy. Now pump the dirty girl with your spooge for mama." Pat cried out.

Tommy felt his nuts tighten and then held Amy hard as his pecker began to spasm just before shooting his young spooge deep in her butt hole.

Amy was crying as she felt the spooge fill her butt hole. 

Remembering what his mama told him, he kept his pecker inside Amy's butt hole as he emptied his bladder deep inside her.

"Now hold his piss up your butt hole. I want you to get your toilet and squat over it. Mama needs to make sure you go potty for her and the boys. I don't think you want mama to have to potty train you do you?" Pat yelled.

Cringing in pain and with her butt hole violated, she got up and staggered over to the bucket and brought it back over.

"Now squat over it and so mama how dirty girls use a bucket for a toilet." Pat yelled at her.

Humiliated, Amy squatted over the buck and let go the piss from her butt hole. As she was letting go, Billy got up, walked over to her and shot a big load of spooge all over her face and tits.

"Damn that was a big load of spooge Billy! Did you like watching her go potty in a bucket?" Pat asked looking at him.

Billy blushed a bit and nodded yes.



Depraved Secret



The room was quite spartan – white, painted walls dotted here and there with a few old picture frames, a frosted glass window and, strangely, what appeared to be some sort of clear polythene sheeting, covering an old worn carpet. Lastly, 2 worn looking armchairs were just visible to the right and left of the scene that was revealing itself to my puzzled gaze. 

'What is this?' I thought to myself. I didn't recognise the room. It certainly wasn't a video I could recall taking! 

The disc had been in a blank box; on it, just a date in black permanent marker, '12.03.02'. I'd found it earlier, hidden amongst some old clothes of Ellen's at the back of a drawer in the unit in our spare bedroom, whilst preparing to redecorate. It would still be there, if I hadn't been forced to empty said drawer in order to make that particular item of furniture easier, because lighter, to move. The redecoration was going to be a surprise for Ellen, my wife of 10 years, when she returned from the week's break with her friend Stacey, who lived in Edinburgh. I had been promising to do it for ages, and now, to show just how much I appreciated her and missed her when she was away; I had determined to do it. However, upon discovering the aforementioned D.V.D. and with curiosity, aroused, I resolved to pause for just a few minutes to see what exactly was on it.

The scene remained undisturbed for about half a minute and I was just about to 'fast forward', when a tall, muscular man, holding a can of beer, stepped into the shot, wearing just a pair of somewhat stained underpants. He was heavily tattooed, with a huge satanic like figure covering his exposed back. As he moved, his feet stuck to the sheeting causing it to lift slightly with every step.

He was closely followed by a second man, this one older and slightly shorter but vastly overweight and hirsute. He too was clad in only underpants and his belly flopped obscenely over the waistband. His legs were thick, like tree trunks and as he moved to sit on the left hand armchair, he turned to reveal a ruddy cheeked, unshaven and particularly oily skinned face. His hair too, what little there was of it, was lank and greasy.

The first man then followed suit and sat in the other chair, revealing more of himself to the camera. Short cropped hair topped his chiselled face, which had a long scar running from just below his left eye down to his upper lip. As he settled into his chair, his left hand disappeared into his pants and he began to squeeze and stroke his already hardening cock. 

'What the fuck is this?' I said to myself, whereupon, quite inexplicably, my mind returned to that date written on the case. 

We had been married for just over a year then, and, as I remember, Ellen had been a little depressed, putting a temporary stop to what had been, up to then, a healthy sex life. Then too, she had spent a few days away with Stacey and on her return, after a week, she was back to her normal self..... 

My reverie was interrupted by a gruff Scottish voice emanating from the screen saying,' How old is she?'

It was the younger man from the video and as he finished speaking, he burped loudly and took another swig of beer. 

'Early thirties,' was the response,' It's her first time though, so we probably can't go too far today.'

'Pity-but I s'pose we don't wantae put her off. Slightly older than usual too, what's the story, Chas?' replied the first man.

'No script – play it by ear!' was the response.

'Oh, I like that I'm really in the mood today. Wouldnae care if I didn't get paid. Maybe see just how far we can take her. What d'ya say?'

'Aye maybe, but the finish is in her hands....Ah here she is, Alex my man,' and both men then turned towards the camera as a female figure appeared centre screen, with her back to the camera.

Chas, aggressively, was first to speak, 'Get over here, between our chairs and face the window. Don't you dare look at us. Keep your fuckin' head down!' 

Her response was immediate and as she moved, both men began to squeeze their cocks through the fabric of their pants. When she reached the spot identified by the older man, her full figure could be seen. She was wearing a black dress cut just above the knee with a low cut back. Black stockings covered her shapely legs. Clearly they were stockings because the outline of the belt could be seen. Her hair was blonde and it must have been just over shoulder length, though it was hard to be certain as it was tied up neatly, revealing the sexiest of slender necks. On her feet was a pair of stiletto heeled shoes. This woman, whoever she was, was dressed for an elegant evening out, not a night in this rather seedy room. 

'Don't you fuckin' move a muscle or speak a fuckin' word unless we tell you – got that?' This time it was Alex.

'Yes, Sir!' was the obedient and somehow familiar sounding response. It was Ellen's voice surely? My heart leapt into my throat! 

'Bend over at the waist and spread your legs. Keep your arms out in front of you!' was the next order and once again the woman complied immediately. 

'But that couldn't be Ellen,' I thought seeking to compose myself, 'she has much darker hair.' My mind was a whirl of confusion and I decided to rewind back to the first appearance of the woman and study her more closely.

It seemed impossible, yet though the hips were more slender, the legs, waist and ass could certainly be hers. And that neck! Surely that was the same sexy, pale neck I had been kissing for the last 10 years? There was only one way to confirm my ever worsening fears. I had to watch more. With growing trepidation, I pressed play once again!

.....'That's it,Slut!' sneered Alex, as, rising from his chair, he stepped towards the woman and, beer can in hand, began to pour the remaining contents over her head. There was a splutter as the woman sought to get her breath and clear the liquid from her nose, and the sound of splashing as some of the beer hit the polythene sheet. Both men laughed. Chas now straightened his left leg and pushed his foot up between her legs.

'Hmmm a g-string, and, if I'm not mistaken, you're already wet. You fuckin' slut! Can't wait for us to get going eh?' he sneered. 'Well, you don't have to. Alex get the scissors from the table!'

This he did, leaving the shot only briefly, before returning with a pair of what looked like dress-making scissors. The camera zoomed in and, grinning lasciviously, he opened and shut them a few times making them click menacingly. Chas then stood up and moved to the woman's left saying, 'Straighten up, then turn and show your slutty face to the camera!' 

As she did this, what little hope I had that I was wrong evaporated. It was my wife's face. Younger of course – but hers nevertheless! I retched as my stomach revolted at the scene, and the realisation that my wife, the woman I loved, had been unfaithful – and in a most unbelievable way! Though to what lengths she had gone, I didn't yet know. Indeed at that point I wasn't prepared to bear witness to any more – and stopped the movie. 

I sat for a long time. Confusion and chaos inside my head. What the fuck had she done? This was 10 years ago! How was it that I had no inkling?

I cried. I surged through emotions never before experienced - rage, betrayal, despair! We had enjoyed, for the most part, a very good sex life. Yes.......there had been occasions when her passion waned, of course there was - and these had.....I froze – unwilling to accept fully the realisation that was now dawning on me! These occasions had actually been quite regular. Ellen's 'depressions' had actually recurred about 3 times every year. And 3 times every year she would spend a few days, sometimes even up to a week, with her greatest friend – Stacey! Crushed, I left the house and walked, hoping to gather further my thoughts!

The fresh air didn't help – though what I expected it to do, I wasn't sure. When I finally returned home some hours later, I was still unresolved as to what I was going to do! Was what had yet to unfold on that movie a one-off? Or was it the first of many? Had there been any before 2002? I needed her here, now! I needed to confront her! I wanted to hit her! If she had been here I probably would have! What the fuck was I going to do? There seemed no answer to my turmoil! 

It was in this disturbed state of mind that I returned to our bedroom and sat on our bed, staring at the blank T.V. screen. Could I bear to watch the rest? Watch 2 strange men do...well, do what with... or should that be to, her? For, though Alex and Chas were clearly in charge on screen, the conversation before Jackie's appearance certainly suggested that she was a willing play thing. How could she have allowed herself to be degraded like this? What had possessed her?

I pressed play once again.....

As I watched, Alex took her chin roughly and lifted her face, make up now smudged by the beer, to look straight at the camera. He squeezed and through gritted teeth snarled,' I hope you've got something else to wear after we've finished, 'cos we're going to cut your clothes off now.'

With that the camera zoomed out to capture the action. 

'P'raps we should cut her hair off first, Chas. Whadd'ya think?' and as he said it, Alex ran the blades of the scissors through Ellen's hair. Her knees visibly weakened and she made as if to say something, yet didn't.

The younger man then slipped the scissors down to the hem of her dress and began quickly to cut upwards. Soon her little panties, flat belly and black bra were exposed to view. Alex then cut through the straps, causing the material to fall to the floor.  

'My turn now!' said Chas and taking the scissors, he slipped the blades underneath the left strap of her bra and snipped. This he repeated with the right strap and then, reaching around her back, he cut again and like her dress, the bra was gone!

'Lovely tits!' whispered Chas and simultaneously he teased her nipples with the tip of the blades. Ellen stopped breathing! 

'Panties next I think,' continued Chas and then 'snip, snip' they too were gone, leaving her standing there only in stockings and shoes. Chas' huge hand headed straight to her exposed cunt and he pushed 4 fingers roughly into her, making her squeal. 

'Shut the fuck up you slut!' shouted Alex and as he said it he hit her hard on the ass! He hit her 4 times- each one harder than the last. The camera showed clearly the tears welling up in Jackie's eyes – yet she stayed silent as ordered. 

Chas now took the scissors and ran the opened scissor blades down each leg, tearing through the stockings. Up he came again and cut through the suspender belt. Finally, he bent down, cut through the straps of Ellen's shoes and pulled them off. My wife was now completely naked in front of the brutal gaze of a camera and 2 rough, hard looking men. 

With shock, I then became aware that my cock was hardening - I was becoming aroused by what I was watching. I wanted them to hurt her, degrade her too, just as by doing this, she was hurting and degrading me! 

.......Alex spoke next, 'On your knees, Slut!' and without waiting, he pushed her down. 'Look up!' he continued. 

Ellen obeyed, looking up at the 2 men wide-eyed. What followed saw Chas, grab her hair and pull her head right back, before releasing a long string of saliva directly towards my wife's face. It dangled momentarily before pooling on her nose and running down her right cheek. Alex followed suit but his was spat violently into her eyes, which shut momentarily.

'Don't you dare shut your fuckin' eyes! Open them and keep 'em open!' 

This she did. The 2 men followed up with 3 or 4 more mouthfuls of spit covering most of her face!

'What a fuckin' worthless piece of shit you are!' Alex shouted at her. 'You like having our spit all over your face don't you?' There was a pause,' Well don't you?'

'Yes, Sir.' and as she spoke, some of their mingled saliva oozed into her mouth.

'Finger yourself you fucking whore!' Chas this time, helping to maintain the tirade of verbal abuse. 'Finger yourself but don't you dare cum!'

'No, Slut.....not until we tell you! Chas I think I want to piss on her now. She can eat your asshole while I do!' sneered Alex....

Now I knew the reason for the polythene sheeting! 

.....Chas took Ellen by the neck and turned her side on to the camera, but not before giving 6 hard slaps to her tits. 

'Keep fuckin' fingering yourself and don't stop!' ordered Alex. 

Chas then pulled down his pants, bent slightly and then pushed his flabby ass into my wife's face.' Lick every fuckin' bit of it and get your tongue inside!' She plunged her tongue straight into his hole and to help her, he opened his cheeks wide. I could hear her practically purring as she slurped...she looked and sounded like she was enjoying this! She continued to rub her cunt too. 

Alex now moved into position behind her and pulled out a semi erect cock from his pants. Pointing it at the back of Jackie's head, he quickly began to spray a stream of rancid looking orange piss in short bursts all over her hair. The strong liquid ran in rivulets down her back before disappearing into the cleft between her ass cheeks. He stopped and commanded Ellen to stop. 

'Chas, sit on the chair. The slut can kneel between your legs and carry on. I want to piss all over her cunt!'

Positions were changed and as Chas sat and pulled back his legs, the camera zoomed in close to reveal fully his filthy looking distended asshole, dripping with Ellen's saliva. With the camera so close it was easy too see the lust in my wife's eyes. 

'Right, Slut – get your fuckin' tongue in there and keep playing with your own cunt!' ordered Alex, and to help, he pushed her head into Chas' ass. 

Then he told her to lower her back and push her own ass and cunt out, which she quickly did. He began again to spray, first her asshole and then her cunt with his orange piss. The camera captured clearly how each powerful spray opened the lips of her cunt. She continued to moan – enjoying, it seemed, this demeaning treatment to the full!

'Chas, fart in the cunts face!' urged Alex. There quickly followed an audible and long drawn out fart. As it sounded, there was an increased rubbing of Ellen's cunt and an equally audible groan of pleasure from her lips.

'I'm gonna be ready soon, Alex!' grinned Chas.

'Me too!' replied Alex. 

Ready for what? I wondered as I watched – now transfixed it seemed - at the sight of Ellen submitting to such degradation....

......On the screen, Alex finished pissing on Ellen and wiped the head of his cock in her hair. The polythene beneath her was covered in piss as, by now, was Ellen's entire bottom half.

Chas now grabbed Ellen's head and ordered her to lie down on her back on the piss covered polythene. 

'Keep fingering yourself, Slut! That's it! Can you feel Alex' piss all over your back and legs? You're like a pig in shit aren't you?'

'Yes, Sir I am!' was the almost breathless reply.

'Right, now you're gonna eat Alex' asshole as he squats over your fuckin' slutty face. I am going to piss all over your tits. When we've finished, your whole body will stink of our piss and we'll send you back without washing. Every man you walk past will be able to smell our piss on you and they'll know exactly what you are! ' With that Alex straddled Ellen's prone body and, having already taken off his pants, he pulled his cheeks wide apart and lowered his ass onto her face. As Ellen began to eat and suck on his hole, he started to rub his cock hard. Chas then, cock semi-erect stood over Ellen and began, like Alex earlier, to spray, in short powerful bursts, strong yellow piss over her tits. Much of it bounced off and it could be clearly heard splashing onto the polythene.

This continued for about a minute before Chas spoke again, 'Pull your cunt open I want to piss all over it. In fact I want to piss in it! Do it..... now!' 

Ellen stopped fingering herself and pulled at her lips. Chas moved closer and continued to piss in short bursts. Although her lips were forced open even more with each burst it wasn't clear if any piss did get in. The sight though was so degrading! So filthy!

Chas' stream of piss gradually started to wane and as it poured down her cunt and pubic hair it pooled in a large puddle beneath her. The smell must have been terrible and so strong was the urine of both men, that her skin must have been smarting and burning. Ellen though, seemed to show no discomfort, and all the time she had continued eating Alex' asshole. 

Chas then disappeared from view and as he did so, Alex lifted himself a little and ordered Ellen to stick out her tongue. The camera zoomed in closely. Alex then barked 'Keep that tongue out!' He then proceeded to lift his bulky frame up and down whilst allowing the camera to show Ellen's tongue disappearing and re-appearing from inside his now very distended hole. She almost purred as he continued for a minute or so. All the while she fingered her cunt frantically. Finally, with the return of the younger Chas, Alex stood up and moved to the side.

'You haven't cum yet, Bitch have you?' Chas demanded.

'No, Sir!' Ellen replied.

'But you're ready to now I'm sure!' he continued, 'Well Slut it's almost time. Get up!'

Ellen obeyed and watched, wide – eyed, as Chas produced a large dildo with a suckered end. He then dipped the sucker into the pool of piss and, finding a dry patch of the polythene cover, stuck it firmly in place. I noticed that the camera had to re-adjust its focus, as, momentarily, the picture blurred. 

'Now, Slut get that whole thing in your cunt and start fucking it hard!'

Ellen moved to straddle the dildo. Both men watched lustfully as she lowered herself towards it. She opened her lips with the fingers of her left hand, grasped the dildo with her right hand and it then began to disappear into her wet cunt. The head was soon out of view and with just a few more up and down thrusts, she was sitting down on the full length and moaning....

She wasn't it seemed going to fuck the men. She was staying faithful...at least in some form. Why the fuck then was she doing this at all? They had slapped her, spat on her, verbally abused her and pissed on her. Why not let them fuck her. What difference would it make. She couldn't be more degraded could she? 

My final question was soon answered....

Back on the screen Ellen was ordered by Chas to stop pumping herself on the dildo. 

He then shouted, 'Cup your hands together and hold them out in front of you!' 

She complied. Alex, now completely naked, squatted his sweaty ass over her hands and –unbelievably to my watching eyes - began to push out a thick turd into Ellen's waiting hands. It emerged slowly and the camera captured every moment in close up. There were audible farting noises as it continued to slide out, dark brown with strings of white mucus clinging to it. Ellen's face wasn't visible. What expression would it have shown? 

Her hands remained steady as the shit finally exceeded it's thickest part and curled itself into my wife's hands. Alex' asshole was seen to retract momentarily before another turd emerged and dropped into Ellen's hands.

The camera zoomed out to show my wife sitting motionless on the dildo with both arms outstretched and an expression, not of revulsion but pleasure. She was gazing, with lust in her eyes, at the shit which filled her hands.

Chas now took off his pants and he too squatted his asshole over Ellen's hands. 'More coming,Slut! Don't drop any or you can eat it!' he goaded.

Fuck yourself hard and make yourself cum as you watch me shit into your hands.' 

Ellen began to plunge herself onto the dildo and this time the camera captured the whole scene as Chas pushed out his shit. The first turd splattered, spraying itself over Ellen's arms and as it did so, she began to cum, pumping herself faster and moaning in obvious ecstasy. Soon her hands were overflowing with the shit of both men. Naturally she wasn't able to hold it all and some fell to the polythene below. Chas stood upright and told her to keep fucking herself. 




Depraved Secret Ch. 02



My hand holding the memory stick hovered momentarily in front of the U.S.B port of the computer. Did I want to watch what it might contain? Could I bear to watch what it might conceal? To what depths of depravity would my wife have plummeted this time, if indeed it was what I feared it to be? Nevertheless, stomach churning, I steeled myself and inserted it.

The same room - this time though, only 1 chair. Same threadbare carpet, covered once again with a clear polythene sheet. To the back of the room though, a wooden table now stood. On it was some sort of glass bowl, cans of beer, an array of penis shaped dildoes of various sizes, a knife and what looked like a coiled up leather belt. 

As I looked on, a rather amateurish title scrolled vertically up the screen,' No way to Treat a Lady,' it read! There followed the sound of feet scuffing over the polythene, presumably from behind the camera, and then a man appeared. Not the man Alex or indeed Chas, but someone else. He looked well over 6 feet tall and had short, but clearly grey, cropped hair. Like Alex before him, his stomach was huge and was clearly visible, hanging obscenely over the waistband of his black joggers. The white stained tee-shirt which barely covered his torso, revealed a pair of gorilla like arms, muscular and covered in thick hair. On his feet was a pair of worn white trainers. Only as he moved towards the chair, did his face become clearly visible. He looked considerably older than Alex and Chas. Grey stubble covered his weather beaten, wrinkled face and as he smiled at the camera his open mouth revealed a set of teeth, yellow and stained, presumably by years of smoking. What was most striking to me though, as I sat there watching, was how much he resembled Ellen's father. It wasn't him of course, but the similarity, at least facially, was unmistakeable!

He sat heavily down in the chair and after some mumbled speech from behind the camera he was seen to grin lasciviously at something to the left of the lens, his eyes taking on a rather menacing look.

'What the fuck is this?' questioned his gruff voice, again with a clear Scottish accent, 'Get yourself over here, now!' 

Shoes shuffled on the polythene and, as before, a woman's figure appeared with her back to the camera. Of course, I immediately knew -- it was Ellen!

'Stand in front of me and then turn to face the camera!' he ordered.

She quickly complied which allowed me to see her more clearly. She looked absolutely stunning! An elegant white dress cut to about knee length and made of some silky, expensive looking material, covered her 

slim, 30 year old body. It was fitted, accentuating both her hips and her gorgeous 36C breasts. The sleeves were long and its neck open, revealing Ellen's slender shoulders. On her legs, white stockings, probably hold ups, as no lines were visible through the dress itself. On her feet were a pair of silver, open- toed, high heeled shoes. 

Her hair was tied up and her dark mascara and burgundy lipstick were a perfect compliment to her amazing clear blue eyes -- the woman I loved, preparing to submit herself to....well to what? 

I wasn't going to have to wait long to find out!

'Well, doesn't it look elegant? Just like a Lady! But you can't be a Lady -- not in these surroundings! So what are you here for?' he demanded.

'Whatever Sir wants,' was her rather nervous response.

'I thought so....You're no Lady at all are you? You're nothing but a fuckin' Slut! That's what I'm gonna call you and that's how I'm gonna treat you!' 

And with that he took hold of her face in his huge right hand and spat a huge gob of saliva in her face. It hit her between the eyes and ran quickly down her nose before dangling obscenely from its tip.

'You know, Slut? I'm a fucking brutal bastard. I love using bits of fuckin' meat like you! I'm going to degrade you totally. If you don't do exactly what I say immediately, I'll hit you...hard - maybe with my hand or maybe with that belt there on the table. You got that, Slut?' he shouted.

'Yes, Sir I do!' was her swift, almost breathless reply.

I wasn't sure I wanted to see any more of this, but the fact that she appeared to be a more than willing participant in it all, enabled me to continue. The man in the film did indeed look hugely menacing. He towered over Ellen and there would certainly be nothing she could do to resist, even if she wanted to. 

On the screen, Ellen's tormenter began to speak again. 'Get down on your hands and knees and start licking my shoes!' 

My wife dropped immediately and, sideways on to the camera, she stooped her head and began to lick the toe of his left trainer. As the camera had revealed earlier, his trainers were worn and very dirty with laces frayed and stained through neglect. 

'Keep your slutty ass up! Now suck the laces! Take them in your mouth and fucking make it clear you're enjoying it!' he ordered.

Clear moans of appreciation came from my wife's mouth. 

Ellen continued licking his trainers, responding without hesitation to his various commands. At one point he lifted up his foot and demanded that she lick the sole, and she complied eagerly. The camera caught the lascivious grin on his face as he watched her.

'You fuckin' worthless piece of shit!' he sneered, 'Stop! Crawl over to the table and bring back that thick pink dildo. Bring it back in your mouth!'

Ellen turned and made for the table and as she did, the man slapped her ass hard to send her on her way. The camera followed her as she knelt up and took the dildo in her mouth, which was difficult, as it was very thick. As she turned, it slipped from her teeth and fell to the floor.

'You fuckin' clumsy slut! I'm going to beat your cunt with it now. Get it back in your mouth and get over here!' was the angry response to Ellen's mistake.

As she returned to the man, the camera revealed that he was sat down on the edge of the chair and his left foot was now bereft of both trainer and sock. His toes were gnarled and hairy with nails yellow and uncut. His foot too looked dirty. The camera zoomed in on it as if to emphasise for any viewers, just how filthy they actually were.

'Slut, you're going to lick between my toes and suck on my foot until I tell you to stop. Give me the dildo!' 

Ellen obeyed. 

'Back on your knees, head down, and start sucking on my big toe!' he ordered.

Ellen set to her task and the camera stayed in close as her tongue began to lick at the yellow nail before taking the whole digit between her lips and beginning to slurp. She gagged briefly but then continued with apparent relish. 

The sight was just unbelievable. An elegantly dressed female, my wife, on her knees in front of a dirty vile looking man, abasing herself totally -- what drove her to do this? It was quite incomprehensible!

The man, (he still had no name) leant over her back and whipped up the hem of her white dress, revealing her stocking clad legs and tiny white g-string to my eyes. He then began smacking Ellen's ass with the dildo. He swung it hard and bought it back down with real force. Each whack forced Ellen's mouth further onto his toe -- but she didn't stop. After a minute or so he shouted,' Spread your knees!' 

Without hesitation Ellen obeyed and then he began to strike her between the legs. As the material of her panties was pushed closer and more snugly into her slit by each successive blow, it became clear that her cunt was becoming increasingly wet -- she was turned on by his treatment! How? Why? I had no answer!

'You like that don't you, Slut?' 

'Mmmmm,' was Ellen's response.

The man then stood up and ordered my wife to open her mouth wide.

'I'm going to put all my toes in your slutty mouth at once. I'm gonna Force your mouth wide open!' The camera zoomed in to capture the moment in close up! Ellen's petite mouth and beautifully decorated red lips being forced open and violated by a filthy foot, As he forced his toes in, the little toe caught on the side of her lip. She winced and he immediately slapped her ass with his huge right hand, 'Shut the fuck up!' he shouted.

Saliva escaped her lips, as she tried to suck and clean his toes. Clearly she was struggling though.

Now the camera zoomed out to reveal the man pulling out his flaccid cock from his trousers. It was circumcised with a huge, thickened helmet. Suddenly he began to spray a powerful stream of piss at my wife's head and back. It splashed over her dress, staining it immediately yellow. Hell it looked strong. He varied the direction ensuring that his piss stream fell over most of Ellen's back.

'In 10 seconds you will lift your head and take my piss directly into your face, Slut. I'm going to start counting in my head. If you lift your head too early I'm going to beat your ass. If you lift your head too late, I'm going to piss into your open eyes.' 

Ellen made no move but continued to slurp on his feet. I had no idea, watching, when the 10 seconds would be up, but eventually Ellen lifted her head and looked into the man's face, taking his powerful stream of piss directly into her own. 

'Too early, Slut!' he said triumphantly and he immediately cut the flow of urine.

'Don't fuckin' move!' he demanded before moving toward the table and picking up the knife and belt. 

What was he going to do? Clearly he wasn't going to hurt her. I had never seen any marks on Ellen's body. Though on her returns from Edinburgh, she would always sleep in the spare room for a week or so. It was part of her routine for recovering from her bouts of depression. I had always gone along with it because once she returned to our marital bed, our sex life was always healthy. I didn't see it as threatening in any way. Disappointing yes, but not threatening!.

On the screen the man was now standing over Ellen again.

'Stand up!' he ordered. 'I'm going to rip through your clothes now before I beat that ass hard!'

He placed the blade of the knife at the neck of Ellen's dress and then sliced down to the hem splitting it quickly into two. He then yanked her bra cups off of her tits and cut through the strap at the back allowing her fabulous breasts to flop out.

'Great tits. I'm going to enjoy abusing them. Now bend over at the waist and open your fuckin' legs!' he shouted.

He then put the blade of the knife to the gusset of her panties and pushed gently, forcing the material into her cunt a little. He shifted the blade so that the tip made a hole in the flimsy material and then, laughing, he sawed, creating a slit that revealed my wife's wet slit to the camera lens. Finally, done with toying, he cut the panties in two and they fell to the polythene covered carpet. Ellen was now clad only in stockings and shoes. These though, he must have decided to keep on for a while, as he then said,' Right you fuckin' whore, I'm going to whip your ass with the belt. 20 lashes. On the floor -- ass up, knees spread, head and chest down. You will thank me after each lash! Got it, Slut?'

'Yes,Sir!' was Ellen's meek reply.

He wrapped the buckle around his huge fist, leaving the remainder of the leather strap hanging threateningly above Ellen's exposed ass. He delicately drew the end of the belt across each of her peachy white globes, before lifting his arm and bringing the leather down hard onto her right cheek. Ellen visibly jumped,but remembered to count. The end of the belt had left a long red line down the back of her right thigh.

The next stroke lashed her left buttock and again he made sure that the thigh too was struck. I could see her legs and ass trembling clearly on the screen but she continued to count.

Each lash seemed to be harder and more quickly delivered As he reached the final blow, Ellens ass and the tops of her legs were covered in raised red stripes. Yet she had remained in position throughout and counted every stroke! 

'Say thankyou, Slut!' the man commanded.

'Thankyou, Master, for beating my ass,' my wife obediently replied.

'Sit up and kiss the belt. Thank it for whipping you too!'

Ellen raised herself and administered a few kisses to the dangling end of the belt before saying,'Thankyou.'

Just then, from behind the camera there came the sound of voices -- male voices and quickly, from the left of the screen, appeared 4 fully dressed men -- the owners of those voices. They all looked middle aged and were of various builds -- 3 were white and 1 was dark skinned.

'Ah, Gentlemen, you're here at last. Well don't waste time. The bowl is over there. Get your cocks out and I'll get the slut to bring it over to you!'

All 4 immediately began to unzip and pull out their cocks whilst making crude comments about Ellen.

'Do we get to fuck her Frank?' asked one.

'No, sorry, Boys. Even I don't get to do that! You're only here for your piss I'm afraid. Boss' orders!'

The Boss being I assumed now, Stacey -- Ellen's best friend! She was it seemed behind all this. Did she have some hold over Ellen? What on earth was the basis of their relationship, that it oversaw what I was now witnessing on the screen in front of me?

The man, whose name I now knew was Frank, then ordered Ellen over to the table to fetch the glass bowl.

As she crawled over, the others saw her raw ass.

'Fuck Frank you've given her a right beating. Looks like we were a little too late today!' moaned the dark skinned man.

Laughing, Frank then spoke again, 'Right, Slut you will kneel in front of each of these friends of mine and hold the bowl underneath them while they piss into it. They've all spent a few hours down the pub and have loads for you. If they decide to spray your face, you will not move. If they want to piss into your mouth, they can, but you are not to swallow any of it. It all goes into the bowl. You will thank them once they are finished! Got that?'

'Yes,Sir.' Ellen meekly replied.

The dark skinned man was first. His cock was thick and seemed partially erect. He pointed it into the bowl and began to release a powerful, dark orange stream of rank looking piss, which splashed constantly up into Ellen's face and over her hands. Peals of laughter rang out from all the spectators. 

'Open your mouth, Slut. I want to piss in it!' demanded the man.

Ellen opened wide and he immediately directed the powerful spray towards the back of her throat. I could hear the echo of his piss in the sound chamber of her mouth and lips.

'Don't you dare swallow any!' reminded Frank. 

dank orange liquid flowed from Ellen's mouth and began quickly to fill the bowl. The man then directed his stream into Ellen's eyes. She closed them. Frank saw this and hit her hard across the face. 'Open your fuckin' eyes, Slut. If my mates want to piss into your eyes, then you let them. Shut them again and I'll get them to piss straight down your throat and choke you!' 

Again the room was filled with menacing laughter. My wife, in front of my own eyes was now a plaything, no, a willing plaything, for 5 strange men. Why had she done this? What pleasure, what need did this provide?

The men constantly made filthy comments about what they would like to do with Ellen's body and as each man took his turn to piss into the bowl, the others would slap her ass or pull her head back and spit directly into her face and, as her head returned to its place over the bowl, the saliva would drool into the rapidly growing yellow soup which filled it.

As the last man began to piss, Frank bent down and spread Ellen's ass cheeks wide apart and said, 'George, push the head of that pink dildo into the Slut's ass!'

George willingly complied with the request. He placed the head at Ellen's open hole and simply pushed hard rotating it as he did so. There was little response from Ellen only a little push outwards from her back to make it easier for him. She wanted it! The head disappeared rapidly past her sphincter but then the man stopped pushing and, in response to Frank again, he retracted the head - the last pisser had finished!

The bowl must have been very heavy by now, but Ellen still knelt dutifully holding it. Her make up was a mess and her hair soaking wet. 

'What was going to happen now?' I thought to myself.

I didn't have long to wait.

'Put the bowl on the floor, Slut!' Frank shouted.

'What you gonna do, Frank?' asked the dark skinned man.

'Watch fellas!' whereupon he placed his right hand behind my wife's head and pushed it face first into the bowl. He held it there for a while. Ellen let him, without resistance. He then lifted her head briefly before plunging it back in again, this time for what seemed a longer period. Ellen began to wriggle and he released her once more.

'Say thankyou, Slut!' he ordered. Naturally Ellen obeyed, piss streaming from her hair and down her face. 

'Now watch, Boys.' Frank continued,' Slut, pour the whole bowl over your own head!'

Amazingly, as I watched open mouthed, my gorgeous wife lifted a bowlful of the rank piss of 4 men and proceeded to pour it over her own head. It made a huge splashing sound as it hit the polythene covering the floor.

Piss ran in rivulets down her body. Her hair was plastered to her head and the urine poured from it. She blew hard as the liquid ran into her mouth, enabling her to breathe once again. 

'Look at the fuckin' filthy slut! Covered in piss -- she loves- it don't you, Cunt?'

Ellen replied with a sultry. 'Yes, Sir I do!'

'Perhaps next time you can drink it?' he replied.

'Next time?' I thought. So there were even more episodes like this. No doubt tying in with every trip to Scotland -- and there were so many!

No doubt there were even more on this disc? Would I have the stomach to watch them? How much more depraved would they get? Once again, I was about to find out! 

Back on the screen the other men had departed leaving Ellen once again with Frank.

'Now, Slut, I'm almost ready. Last time, I believe, it was in your hands. This time, so I'm told, it's to be on your tits. Is that right? Tell your Uncle Frank exactly where you would like him to dump his shit. Tell the camera exactly where you want me to drop my filthy shit!'

The camera zoomed in on Ellen's soaked face as she said. 'Please can Sir squat over my tits and cover them with your shit?' And will Sir allow me to push my tongue into his anus to help him?

I was quite dumbstruck now! However I also felt a strange stirring in my own cock. Surely I wasn't being turned on by this- Ellen saying these disgusting things. Ellen urging a complete (or so I presumed) stranger to defacate over her fabulous body. And yet the sound of her voice was always a turn on for me. Its huskiness was one of the first things that attracted me to her. Despite what she was asking for, I was somehow becoming aroused. But surely not by watching this man shit on her?

On screen Ellen was now lying prone in the piss covered floor, with Frank's asshole hovering over her face. The fingers of her right hand were in her cunt massaging her clitoris. She was getting prepared to cum just as in the earlier film.

'Right Slut -- tongue in. I won't be long now!' whereupon Frank dropped his ass lower allowing my wife to push her tongue into his hole. She purred as she did so, her fingers working even more frantically at her clit. 

This continued for a few seconds before Frank suggested that the camera zoomed in on his ass. The hole was opening now like a flower revealing to my gaze the brown mess within, which was just beginning to emerge. 

'I want to shit in her mouth!' urged Frank to the camera or rather the person behind it. '

'I'm working on it!' came Stacey's reply,' but not now -- we have to agree, you know that. Now stop spoiling the action and get your ass over those tits.

Frank complied shifting position and allowing the camera to zoom in even closer. His asshole was now fully distended and the emerging log had reached its widest point. Slowly, very slowly, its progress retarded no doubt by Frank's deliberate squeezing of his sphincter, the shit log slipped out. About 6 inches had emerged before it finally broke and dropped onto Ellen's left breast, smearing it with brown slime. I could hear moans from her throat -- she was cumming! More squeezed out, this time dropping onto her right breast. Frank continued to push as looser brown shit fell onto Ellens' chest.




Depraved Secret Ch. 02



Finally finished Frank stood up, leaving only Ellen, who removed her hand from her cunt and brought it up to the mess on her tits and, scooping some in her fingers, directed them back down to her cunt and began to smear it all over her lips -- simultaneously it seemed bringing herself back to orgasm! 

'Filthy fuckin' slut were the final words I heard before the film abruptly stopped. No end credits. It just finished. Finished though with a still shot of Ellen's shit smothered tits and her face with a satisfied, contented smile on its lips. 

Even more disturbing than the whole scenario I had just watched though, was the full erection that I was now sporting. I had actually enjoyed the final scene. And as I began to push my own hands into my pants preparing to masturbate, a new film began on the screen!!



Depraved Secret



'Sniff our shit you fuckin' slut and make yourself cum again – it'll make it easier next time!'

'Next time?' I panicked, 'Next time?' 

On screen Ellen pulled her hands towards her face and sniffed deeply urged on now by both men. She evidently began to cum again too. 

Was this possible? What the fuck was wrong with her? How could she do this? Any of this? 

...'Why don't you try kissing it you filthy fuckin' slut? Go on kiss our shit! You know you want to...

Alex' urging though was interrupted by a female voice - Stacey's I immediately realised, which said, 'That's enough for now!' Whereupon the film stopped.

I sat stunned for a long time. What could I do now. The woman I loved was not who I thought she was. What drove her to do this to me...to herself? How many times had she done this? How many? 

That man Chas had said 'Next time.' Were there more films? Were there more films in our house? If there were, I needed to see them. I didn't want to watch them...but I had to!

I charged into the spare room and began to empty every drawer onto the floor. Clothes and more clothes- but nothing else! 

I returned to our bedroom and rifled through everything of hers. Nothing in the drawers. Nothing in her wardrobes! Finally, I grabbed one of her jewellery boxes, emptied it onto the bed... and out dropped an unfamiliar looking memory stick!



Depraved Wife



The usual warning about not reading this if you are not of legal age apply. Also, please feel free to e-mail me if you have any comments about the story, and where next chapters could go. Most of this story is fiction, but some was inspired by things that did happen during my first marriage. You can decided which parts ):

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I guess my story starts a few years after I was married, when I found out that my husband had cheated on me. Well, I did not actually find out, he damn well told me half an hour after he got home from fucking another woman. We had been married for 5 years and like many young people we had talked about all the "what if's", and both declared that if we ever cheated, we would confess right away and sort things out. And that is exactly what he did; he told me he had just fucked another woman.

My husband was a virgin when he met me when we were both 18 and I was not (but that is another story). We had been married for 5 years and we were both 25 years old, and he had been to a friend's house for a party and got himself very drunk. His friend rang me and said my husband had passed out and would be OK for the night. It turns out that while he was sleeping, one of the female guests had decided to have some fun, and she got into bed with him and began to rub and caress him, and as he began to stir she started taking his clothes off. 

As the lights were off and he was very drunk and confused, he presumed that he was in bed at home with me. Needless to say, one thing led to another and they were soon fucking. It was not until he awoke a few hours later, that he realised he was not at home, and the woman he had fucked was not I. He was terrified of what would happen, and as soon as he got his clothes on he was in his car and back home again. I heard him enter our bedroom at around 6 am and when he saw that I was awake, he began to fumble with his clothes, but instead of just getting undressed and coming to bed like he normally would, he said he needed a shower, and he went to the bathroom and undressed.

After almost 15 minutes he returned, crawled into bed beside me, and began to caress and fondle me. Having been in a 'horny mood' all night, I welcomed his advances and returned the actions. Soon we were into one of the longest and most enjoyable fucks he had given me for years. I could not believe how long he seemed to control himself, as usually he did not last more than 15 minutes, but that night he thrusted into me for close on an hour. Once he finished, and I had had about 6 great orgasms, he rolled off of me and cuddled into my back, and he placed his arms around me and pulled me tight into his body. His arms were placed in such a way that he had my arms pinned down and I could hardly move.

"Darling, I have something to tell you," he whispered into my ear.

"OK sweet-heart, but can you loosen your grip on me please, you are making it hard for me to breathe" I answered him.

He did loosen his grip, but only slightly, as he still held my arms against my body.

"I'm, well I'm ... what I'm trying to tell you darling, is ... ahh,..." he stuttered for a few moments. "I may as well just blurt it out! I had sex with another woman tonight!" he added bluntly.

"You what?" I laughed. I thought he was joking and did not know any other way to reply to him.

"It's true, I did not mean for it to happen. I was drunk and had fallen asleep. I woke with what I thought were your hands touching me. My cock was hard, the room was dark, and before I knew it 'you' were undressing me and sucking my cock. I could not believe how well you were sucking my cock as you have never liked doing that, so I was not about to stop you by asking questions!" he said.

"What the hell are you saying here? Do you mean you just 'some-how' managed to have sex with another woman, and then you decided to come home and fuck me, and then just blurt it out like you are some kind of hero?" I yelled as I tried to get my arms free of his grip.

"No, I'm sorry, it's just that I always promised you I would tell you if anything ever happened, and knowing that you would probably divorce me once you knew, I just had to make love to you one last time. It will be the end of my life once you walk out the door, and I can't imagine never being able to make love with you again" he whimpered.

I could not believe what I had just been told, but also, deep down inside my heart, I could almost feel sorry for him, as I knew that was a similar situation to how I lost my virginity; I had passed out after drinking too much, and I woke with someone touching and feeling me, but it turned out to be not my then boyfriend. But also, I did not want to let him off so easily. I began to rant and rave at him and accused him of many things, as well as declaring that I would be leaving him as soon as I could find a place to stay. The poor guy was in tears and no longer able to hold me. He got out of bed crying, and as he walked out of the room I asked him where he thought he was going.

"I'm so, so sorry for what I have done to you. I can't blame you for hating me. I will sleep in the spare room. I may as well get used to being on my own, I guess!" he cried as he left.

I almost laughed at the sight of him leaving with his 'tail between his legs', but also I still felt hurt, and knew that I must punish him for not knowing that the other woman was not I. For the next 3 months I played it 'cold' and basically ignored him. He stayed in the spare room and also did everything possible to make my life easy. It was at the end of the three months that things suddenly changed and I let him know he was forgiven. I was doing the cleaning and had entered the spare room to vacuum the carpet. As I opened the door I saw him there, still in bed and with his hand rapidly masturbating his rigid cock.

"You needn't think that will worry me!" I said as I went about my chores.

"I know, it is just that I am feeling so horny that I just need to relieve the pressure.

Pretending to be fully occupied with my cleaning, I continued on my way, but I could not help but take a quick glance at his hard cock being pulled up and down by his hand. MY GOD! I was feeling so wet and horny as it had been 3 months since we had last had sex. I finally gave in to my bodily urges and turned the cleaner off and pulled my pants off as I jumped into bed with him.

"Don't think that I am forgiving you because I am in bed with you. I am just so horny that I need it now, and I don't want to waste time looking for a hard cock, so yours will have to do right now!" I told him.

It did not take long before we were both in the land of sexual bliss, quickly followed by his cock spurting his pent up juices deep into my hungry pussy. After rolling off me and cuddling up, he soon began to ask the obvious questions about him, me, us etc and if he were forgiven.

"Yes, you are forgiven, but I have not forgot what you did regardless of who was at fault" I answered him.

"So, what happens now then?" he asked. "Do I stay in this room, or do we get back together and try and sort this out?" he added.

"Well, I am not sure, but I think it is only fair that I now go out and have sex with another guy! You know, like a 'get even' type fuck. I think then we can get on with our lives, as we will both have had sex with someone else. What do you say to that idea?" I asked him with a grin.

"Ah, ah, I don't know, I don't like the thought of you being out for the night and having sex with another guy. If you had just gone out and done it and then told me it would have been different, but now every time you go out alone, I will assume that you are off fucking someone! And, I would be worried about your safety. You know there are a lot of strange people out there that could hurt you?" he protested.

I said nothing straight away, as what he had said did make sense. I actually had only said it half-heartedly, but when he did not make too much of a protest about me fucking another guy, but more about my safety. I began to feel a little excited at having a hold like this on him. But it took me a few minutes of hard thinking before I came up with another idea.

"OK, you are right, it would not be fair on you if you never know when or if I have done it, so how about this idea? We put an advert in the local personal column and see what sort of guys are available for a 'fling' with a married woman?" I chuckled to him. "That way you can help decide who gets to fuck me, and you can be there to make sure I am safe" I asked.

By the sudden surge in the front of his pants, I realised that instead of shocking him, he was actually excited by the idea. It was from there that things snowballed. He got a pen and paper and began asking me things like 'what age, beard or clean-shaven, colour', etc., and he was soon writing a first draft of an advert. A few days later the advert appeared, and within a few days a whole lot of replies had turned up in our Post Office box. Most replies were easily discarded as they all just stated they would be happy to 'fuck' me, but they did not want him around as well. A few said they did not care if he was there as they also liked to have another guy fuck them.

By the end of the week I was ready to give up on the idea when my husband came into the room with a smile on his face. He had been to check the mail and there was one more reply, but unlike the others, this one was from a married man and his letter was more comedy than just being about sex. He said things like how he really needed to get some extra sex, but was not sure if he could perform with the husband in the room. He said he was totally straight and would freak at having another naked guy there, especially if things got hot and hands got mixed up and 'the guys' accidentally touched each other. He was also worried that as we were only 25 and he was 42, that we would not even consider him as a possible candidate. He seemed so polite that we decided to ring him, but being a little scared of his wife answering, I got my husband to ring instead.

The conversation started very slow and it was plain to see that his wife was there as well. My husband (John) was having a hard time figuring out the guy's cryptic answers, and eventually he just blurted out where we lived and said he should try and come around and meet us sometime. When he was off the phone he said that the guy (Frank) had said "yes, I am sure I can get around there tomorrow so you can help me with the computer program". We were not sure what he meant, but were sure that it was more for his wife then for us. The next day Frank turned up at 9am, and not just us, but he also had a scared look on his face.

"We made coffee and sat around and introduced ourselves, and the funny thing was, we never even talked about the reason he was there; sex! After a few hours of chatting he got a call from his wife, and just before he finished talking with her he said, "Yes dear, we are just finishing up now, he has been so helpful, but I will need to come back a few more times as it is hard going trying to learn this damn program!" We bid him farewell and he said he would be back a few days later.

For the next 3 months he would call in on us at least once a week, and each time we just sat and chatted in general while we had coffee. One day when he was there it was John who actually started things going.

"You know Frank, the whole idea of us all meeting was because my wife (Beth) wanted to get even with me for having fucked another woman! You realise that neither of you have even mentioned sex yet?" John blurted out to Frank.

"Well, umm .... yes, I know that, but I felt it was not up to me to begin anything. And actually, we have all become such good friends, I did not want to spoil things between us all!" he replied.

"Frank, I think I speak for both of us when I say we feel the same way as you, but this is driving me crazy. I know Beth deserves to get even with me, and I feel the sooner it is done, the sooner I will feel better about it. So, do you want to have sex with Beth?" John asked him point blank.

I could not believe how easily he had said it, and in such a straightforward way.

"John! How can you put him on the spot like that?" I asked.

"Well, yes, I guess that was rather rude of me, I'm sorry Frank" he replied. "I guess I should have asked you first. So Beth, do you want to fuck Frank or not?" he then asked me.

After what seemed like ages, and having turned so many shades of red, I finally raised my head and smiled, as I looked Frank in the eyes and said "Yes, I would love to fuck his brains out"! It was then Frank's turn to turn red as he tried to get the words to come out of his mouth.

"Are you sure you are fine with this John? I mean, if you are happy for this to happen, I would be honoured to do this for her, and knowing that you are in the next room will make her feel safe and you will be around if she needs your help. So if you all agree, when should we do this?" he stammered.

I had never been the overly aggressive type, but that day something came over me. I stood up and walked around to where he was sitting, and I sat myself on his lap and planted my lips to his and began to attack his mouth. I had not even realised until then just how hot and ready I was to have this guy fuck me. Frank seemed stunned at first and did not react, so I then placed my hands on his shirt and began to undo his buttons.

"Hey, if you two don't mind, can you take it into the bedroom!" John interrupted.

"Ha ha, yes, I guess we should do that. That is if Frank is willing" I retorted.

Frank was like a little boy in a candy shop. His eyes were bulging; not to mention other things; as I led him towards the bedroom. For the next hour John sat patiently in the kitchen, while Frank and I were in the bedroom, before I called out to him.

"John! Can you come in here for a minute please?" I hollered out to him.

He came running, and I guessed he thought there was trouble, but when he entered the room his jaw dropped as he saw us both sitting on the still neat bed, and we were still fully dressed.

"What's wrong? You two mustn't have done much as the bed is not messed up and you are both dressed again!" he asked.

"Well, you see, it is like this. Frank and I have just been talking a little first as this is the first time we have been alone. We both agree that we want to have sex with each other, but Frank, well Frank sort of ...." I began.

"It's like this John. I really want to, but I feel it is wrong to have you sitting out there and worrying. So I was wondering if you would feel better being here and see that I did not hurt Beth in any way, and if you at any time feel this is wrong; just say so and we will stop, promise" he told me.

John was flabbergasted, but also I could see he was excited at the prospect, as his trousers began to bulge out in front. He stuttered a few times, trying to speak, but I told him to just take a seat and be quiet, as I was waiting to get Frank's cock into my mouth and taste it. The scene was set; John was sitting on the chair opposite the bed as I began to take Frank's shirt off and then I went lower and unzipped his trousers. As soon as they were undone I grabbed them as well as his underpants and pulled them down to his ankles, where he then kicked them off. We kissed at first for a few minutes before first my hand, and then my mouth was at his ever growing hard on.

Frank just sat there as I took his swollen cock into my mouth and began to give it pleasure. After a few minutes he pulled me back up to kiss me, before he began his journey to my blouse, where he first removed it, then my bra and skirt. Finally he moved so he was straddling my legs and he slowly eased my panties down. He sat back and took in the entire length of my naked body, before he then went down and began to plant tiny kisses all over my breasts; first one, then the other. After feeling he had done a good job there, he then went lower where he got his first close up look at my neatly trimmed, ginger coloured pussy and pubes.

As he began his journey and started to run his tongue up and down the outside of my now moist pussy, I looked across at John and saw that he had taken his cock out, and he was slowly stroking himself. I burst out laughing and Frank wondered why, so he stopped and saw what I was laughing at.

"It is obvious that you don't think I am hurting your wife John, I guess this means that you are OK with this?" he asked.

"You know John, instead of you looking so out of place and making us feel uncomfortable, why don't you also strip and you can either just masturbate while we have fun, or if Frank doesn't mind, you can even join in! You know I have two out of three holes that I don't mind being used if you want to join us!" I laughed.

After a few moments of thinking, John did strip and he joined us on the bed. While they each kissed a breast each, I in turn was having fun stroking two hard cocks at once. Never before could I have imagined doing this, but I was too far-gone to care then. After a bit more attention from them, I pulled Frank up to kiss him, so John took his turn at licking my dripping pussy. Soon I was totally on fire and asked them both, just who was going to put out the fire.

"Well, I guess as I have been there many times before, it is only fair that Frank get to enjoy your body first. After all, it was meant to be just the two of you today, so I guess I can wait until you have had your fun!" John said as he moved to the end of the bed.

Frank did not need a second invitation, he quickly moved so he was on top of me and he was rubbing his cock along my slit, getting it ready to enter me. He began very gentle and made sure he did not thrust too hard, but I needed him to be hard so I began thrusting my hips up to take more of him. All the time I could feel John's eyes on us, and when I had the chance I looked, and sure enough, he was stroking his cock as his eyes were glued between our legs. He was getting turned on watching us, but I was not sure if it was seeing me get fucked, or by Frank's cock going in and out of me. The latter thought made me feel even more excited, just thinking about him being turned on by another guys cock.

I told Frank to stop, and this worried him at first, but then when I got on my hands and knees and presented my rear to his cock, he got the idea. He was soon once more sliding his rigid cock into my pussy as I beckoned John to bring his cock to my mouth. It was the first time I had experienced two guys at once, and I was not about to miss out on the fun. With John in my mouth and Frank thrusting into my pussy, and both of them facing each other, it did not take either of them long before first one, then the other unloaded their hot sperm into my holes.

After resting for about 15 minutes I decided I was not finished for the day. I asked who would be hard first so that I could get some more, and Frank laughed and said he always got hard quicker if he could lick out a full pussy. I was quick to take him up on his suggestion and I straddled his face so he could go to town on my dripping pussy. As I did this I leaned down to take his limp cock back into my mouth, and John sat and stared as my mouth and lips went to town on him. I had a devilish thought cross my mind so I Whispered to John to come closer and have a closer look at the action.

"Why don't you try sucking his cock? It tastes good!" I whispered, so that Frank could not hear me.

"No way!" he replied quietly.

"Come on, I dare you! I have had to suck you so many times, it is only fair you try it yourself and see how it feels!" I grinned.

I had known for years that John hated it when people dared him, as he thought he would look bad if he did not accept the dare. So, without too much persuasion he moved his mouth closer, and as my mouth withdrew to the top of Frank's cock, John swapped mouths. Slowly at fist he just licked a little on the top before only being game to take half the head into his mouth. He had a strange look on his face; I forced the issue and without him being ready, I pushed his head down hard onto Frank's cock so that it went all the way in until it hit the back of his throat. Frank jumped a fraction before taking his mouth from my pussy.