7 comments/ 42034 views/ 26 favorites "A New Role" By: surfgirl420 NOTE: two young kids each lost an arm this week to a shark on the coast of North Carolina. This story is dedicated to them. I hope they heal quickly. ***** Uhm...not really sure how to begin this... I'm no writer, that's for sure; but maybe I can put my story down here where some of you can enjoy it. I've always been a 'right-brain' type, anyway. I never did well in high school math or science, but I excelled in English and in art and music classes. I play a pretty good guitar, too; not good enough to be in a rock band or anything, but I can pick out chords and play some of the lead parts from my favorite rock songs. Well, that was a couple of years ago, to be honest; I haven't played in a while. These days, while most of my girl friends from high school have gone on to college or gotten married or are growing big ol' wide butts, I'm out mowing lawns, as part of my boyfriend's crew. Who would have guessed, huh? Certainly not my folks! Well, it keeps me slim and toned, and we have a lot of fun. We get high almost every day and I don't have to worry about random drug testing. And I'm the only girl on a crew of guys...and that can be pretty interesting, as I recently found out. Keith and I have been together a little over three years. It's all good, but he and I don't want the same things in life. I dream of having a husband some day, a house and kids; he dreams... well, I don't think he dreams all that much. He's happy just being Keith. We're lovers, of course, but it's sort of casual. I've had a few boyfriends/lovers in my 23 years; some good, some not so great, but Keith has been the steadiest by far. I'm really not sure what we have in common besides a love of surfing and pot, but we've stayed together through some hard times. My parents wouldn't like him much. I think they're glad to see me out of the house and earning a steady income, but they probably wouldn't think it last, if they ever met him. And it probably won't. Keith will always be doing lawn service. I hope I won't, though I love the smell of freshly cut grass and the sight of a well-manicured grounds. It's hot work, but it has its perks. We usually smoke a joint during lunch, which leads to a lot of laughs. When it's rainy we all hang at the apartment and mess around. The guys, being guys, are always horny, and there are usually dirty jokes or comments about my tits, which are small but, as Keith describes them, "adequate". I guess you'll want a brief description, since I haven't put up a profile picture yet: I was born in Georgia, but moved with my family to Florida pretty early. I shot up to 5'-9" my freshman year in high school, so I've always been kind of gangly. I stay around 115 pounds most of the time. I've never been real comfortable in my skin, until lately, I guess. I've always been kind of a tomboy. I love anything that involves being outdoors, from sports like volleyball to surfing, and I'm good at most anything I do. Lawn care is my passion at the moment. I have what's been called 'cornsilk' hair, tanned skin and blue eyes and freckles across my nose, which always seems to be a little sunburned. I don't have much in the way of hips because my legs are so long. I have a small mouth but a big laugh, according to my crew! They like my mouth, though; especially on rainy days. This is how all that got started. There are three guys on our crew, besides Keith - Randy, who is a redneck Floridian to the core, James, the self-described "black man of the crew", and David. David is older, 37 or 38 I think, and the only married guy on our crew. He loves to burn one with the rest of us, though. He's stringy and muscular and works harder than anybody else, Keith included. He calls us 'kids'. He used to be a union plumber, but the union is all but gone and he had to feed his family, so he came to us a year or so ago. He's the one that first suggested to Keith that he let his girl use her "god-given skills", as he calls it, for the benefit of the crew. Keith, and the weed I suppose, persuaded me. I was feeling particularly horny that morning. It had been raining most of the night, so we both figured the guys weren't even gonna show up. Keith and I made out for a while before he nudged my shoulders downward; his signal that he wanted a blowjob. He was already hard when I took him into my mouth. His hips bucked slowly and his breathing escalated as I sucked him, letting me know I was doing all the right things. The taste of his cock was especially nice after a session of wine and sex the night before. I moved to straddle his legs, my bare ass in the air and my lower legs still wrapped in the sheet. I didn't even hear the knock. Neither did Keith, but the door was unlocked and David came right in. He saw us through the open bedroom door. He didn't say anything, but moved to the doorway where he could get a good view of me, and where Keith couldn't see him. I was going to town, slurping my way up and down Keith's dick and moaning like a whore. Keith was moaning too, by then, and when his hands went into my hair I knew he was about ready to blow his load. I like it in my mouth, so I bobbed my head faster, loving his feverish sounds of pleasure above me. It didn't take long. He bucked upward, stiffened, and I felt that first gush of cum shoot into the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly, and I was already sucking when his dick throbbed again and another load flooded across my tongue. Another swallow, and then a third as his contractions continued, but by now I could contain it in my mouth, and I lay prone between his outstretched legs, happily feasting on his morning gift to me. When I swallowed the last mouthful I sighed, wishing I could have gotten there myself, but feeling his hands brushing my hair back from the sides of my head and his contented intake of breath made me feel good. That's when I heard David's voice. "Goddam, that was hot as hell," he said. The sound of his voice was like a rifle shot in the silent morning air. I jerked upward, reaching backwards for the sheet, but it was knotted around my feet by then, so I flattened myself over Keith's legs again and squealed, turning to glare up at David. Keith laughed as David sauntered in through the doorway, taking in my naked back and ass. David said, "Hey, surfer girl," as if it was any other morning. I closed my eyes, trying to disappear. "I waited until you were done," I heard him say. "Hell, it's just good manners." Both guys laughed, oblivious to my discomfort. It was obvious David didn't intend to step out of the room, and Keith didn't seem to care. I swept my arm backwards again, but finding no sheet there, I got scrambled up and got off the bed. Keith had kicked the sheet off the bed, I was certain. I leaned over and grabbed it up and covered myself, but by then any 'mystery' had pretty much dissolved; David was staring at me as if there was no sheet there at all. "You shave your pussy, huh?" he asked. "I like that; wish I could get my wife to shave hers." He was so casual, so nonchalant! My clothes were in the other room, so I sidled past him and swept the sheet around behind me as I yanked it from under the mattress. Keith yelled, "Hey!" but I wasn't worried about his modesty; his softening dick was of no interest to David, who turned to follow me with his eyes as I bent to scoop up my shorts and top from the floor and retreated to the bathroom off the living room. I heard David say, "She sure ain't got no fat on her, does she?" to Keith, who agreed in a mutter. I shut the bathroom door and leaned against it, mortified but also a little aroused; if I had to admit it, I was still more horny than embarrassed. Hell, they'd all seen my shirt get soaking wet from sweat, and comments about my nipples would always ensue, so this was no big deal, was it? I could feel dampness on my thighs. That should have bothered me; I was sure David could see the sheen of wetness on my labia as I got off the bed. Damn! I thought, not sure of my reaction to that realization, but suddenly aware of their voices in the adjoining room. "Stacy give you head every mornin, boss?" I put my ear against the door. Keith told him no. "Just when I make her," he said. What??? I could feel the blood rise to my face as David laughed. Son of a bitch, he acts like I'm just around at his beck and call! Well, that's a guy for you, I thought. I took a deep breath and imagined it as David must have seen it - me with my legs spread and my ass in the air, my hungry mouth full of Keith's cock, and him holding my head and apparently controlling my movements - and I smiled. I couldn't help but think it probably looked like a pretty good porn movie to David. I wondered if he got hard, watching; I hadn't thought to notice at the time. The hand not holding my clothes slid across my belly and my fingers, without my forcing them, dipped down over my mound. I was still wet; even more so as I softly probed the space between my labia. I wished I could have gotten fucked. Dressed in last night's yoga pants and tank top, I still felt mostly naked, but I ventured forth, prepared to suffer the inevitable jokes and David's stares. Keith was wearing only his boxers. He and David were just lighting up a bowl, and Keith offered me first toke. I accepted, drawing deep. David smiled at me. "God, that's my kind of girl," he said wistfully, gazing at me with a new appreciation, I'm sure. I winked and exhaled slowly. I was already feeling my body relax. I passed the bowl to him. "Here," I said, "you look like you could use some chillin' out after this morning's show." I squatted on the floor before him, knowing he couldn't help but stare at the soft sheer material of the yoga pants, and enjoying the feeling of being enjoyed that way. Sure enough, his gaze was steady on me as he inhaled, then passed the pipe to Keith. "You know, there's no good reason to be hoarding all that talent," he said to Keith, then nodded toward me. Keith took a deep drag, held it for a few moments, then smiled. "Hell, I'm not hoarding it," he said, "Stacy's the one that controls that. If she wants to spread it around, that's her decision." That surprised me! Was he giving me 'permission' to mess around with David? I stared at him, but he avoided my gaze and looked off in the distance. David pressed on. "Well, I gotta tell you, man, this girl has got some god-given skills," he enthused. He turned to look me in the eye. "That was some awesome blowjob, Stace," he said. "You wanna give an old married man a first-hand taste of that some time?" I looked at Keith, but he was still staring at nothing, as if he wasn't even involved in the conversation. I looked back at David and nodded slightly, thinking he was just talking; he wouldn't dare go through with it with Keith right there in the room! I was wrong. He stood up and held out his hand to me. I hesitated. "You're so full of shit," I said, grinning at him. Just then Keith held the pipe up toward David. "Here," he said, "shotgun her first; makes it sooo much better." "Hey," I protested, "if you have to be high to enjoy it, maybe you don't deserve it!" I slapped at Keith's arm, but David had taken the bowl from him and was beginning to inhale. "C'mere, Stace," he said in a tight voice, holding out his hand again. I took it and let him pull me to my feet, then moved into him. "Okay," I sighed, sliding my hands around his sides. He tilted his head and his mouth closed over my open lips as I tilted my head to match his. His hand went up behind my neck and he held me there, exhaling a long slow breath of pungent smoke into my lungs. The effect was immediate. I felt like I was melting into him, and my hips moved forward until I felt the material of his shorts against my tummy. I pulled his hips toward me at the same time, practically cementing us together at the groin. When he had blown all the breath into me he could, David pulled back and took a massive gulp of air. "Fuckin' A," he said softly. I held what smoke was in my mouth for another moment, then moved my head forward, my lips opening again. When I put my mouth on his he slid his hands down over my backside and took it back. We shared the same smoky breath again as his fingers rode down the crack of my ass. I broke the moment by putting my hands against his chest and softly pushing. "Okay," I said, "sit down and let's do this." I didn't even look Keith's way, but stared directly into David's now-glassy eyes. Fully committed now, I didn't want this moment to slip away by seeing any doubt on my boyfriend's face. David sat back heavily in the chair behind him, and I sunk to my knees between his outspread knees and reached for his waistband. He started to say something, but I shook my head once, and he laid his head back and let me take his shorts loose. The rain hammered away outside. The thing I like about giving a blowjob is the control I have. I've given plenty to boyfriends, and I love that most of them allowed me to control the pace. I guess I'm a little dominant that way. Not that I don't enjoy being on my hands and knees or occasionally being bent over the side of the bed, but for the most part I enjoy being on top. Keith is so laid-back, sometimes, I think he prefers it that way. David certainly wasn't arguing; when I said "scootch up" he did so, and I pulled his shorts down his legs. Then I set to work. David's dick is about the same size as Keith's; maybe a little slimmer, but it makes a left turn just under the head. I couldn't help wondering how that must feel to his wife. When I took it in my mouth it was a little unnerving, like it wanted to poke out my cheek, but it wasn't so strange that I couldn't enjoy it. He must have showered that morning; he smelled like soap, but there was no bitter taste. In fact, it didn't taste like anything, much. I ran my tongue down the side of his cock, cupping it as I sucked him, and he groaned out loud. His hips were starting to move. After a couple of minutes I heard Keith moving off to my right. I pulled my hair back with one hand so I could watch him out of the corner of my eye. He leaned over, watched me for a moment, and smiled. God, he must be stoned! I thought. I began to bob my head faster. He said, "go, baby," and walked away. David wasn't going to last long. I was putting a lot of effort into it, sucking so hard that my cheeks were caved in, and he was taking short little breaths and squirming around in the chair. I decided to make it last a little longer, as long as Keith didn't seem to care. I cupped my lips lightly around David's shaft, but I didn't go near the head, hoping he wasn't too close. It worked. I heard him take a deep breath after a few seconds, and I knew he was trying to get himself under control. I slowed way down behind the curtain of my hair, barely holding him with my lips, enjoying the fact that I could make him cum, or prolong it for him. I settled into a slow rhythm, occasionally flicking the head with my tongue and noting his intake of breath each time. His hands pushed my hair back so he could watch my face, and I smiled around his cock. "Holy shit," he gasped. As enjoyable as it was to hold him in my power, it was time to end this. I'd had my fun; David was sure having his. I wanted to taste his semen, to feel it coating the surface of my tongue. Pursing my lips around his shaft, I wrapped the head of his cock with my tongue and rubbed it over his glans, and I saw his eyes close and his head rock back. His hips tightened. I began to stroke him with my mouth again, sucking harder. He squirmed like I was holding a taser to his balls. Within a minute he groaned, and then he was blasting the inside of my mouth with his seed. It was a nice first load, not real sticky or thick; it ran across my teeth in a wash as he tried to pull out of my mouth. I moved with him, taking him deeper as he throbbed and pulsed a few more loads onto my tongue. I don't waste a drop if I can help it - it's sacred fluid to me! He put his hand on top of my head, but he didn't push me away, just steadied me as he pumped the last few drops into my throat. I swallowed it in one big gulp, then sucked again, milking his dick for more. There wasn't any, but the sensations must have felt awfully good; he giggled and flinched as my tongue swept across the head. At last I put my hands on his legs and leaned back, looking up at him. He had a crooked smile on his face. "I'm gonna go home and divorce my wife," he said, and we both laughed. I looked around; Keith was nowhere to be seen. Then he came out of the kitchen, just as David was pulling his shorts and underwear up. There was an uneasy silence for a few moments. David stood up, fastening his fly, and I got to my feet and turned toward Keith. I swallowed hard twice, trying to erase David's taste from my mouth. He noticed, and grinned at me. "Got something in your craw?" he teased, "A hair or something?" He walked over to me and put his hands on my arms, then leaned into me. "That was fuckin' hot," he whispered. David heard him and began to talk in an excited tone. "Holy crap, man, she's a fireball!" he enthused. "She like to sucked my brains out through my dick! Man, if I had that all the time I wouldn't get nothin' done. Jeezus, Stacy," he asked me, "you got a sister or anything?" He started to say something else, but Keith silenced him with a look. "Take off, man," he told David. "We ain't gonna work today." David beat a hasty retreat, but not without a huge smile on his face. Before leaving, he leaned toward me as if to kiss me, but thought better of it. I wouldn't have kissed him anyway. "Okay, boss," he said, "I'll see you tomorrow." He hesitated only a moment. "Thanks," he said to both of us, and eased out the door. "C'mere," Keith said in a soft voice, "I got somethin' for you." He was hard beneath his boxers, threatening to pop out through the open fly. He put out his hand, I took it, and he led me back to the bedroom. My arousal skyrocketed as I followed obediently. My little show must have gotten to him, I thought, and smiled. As we rounded the corner into the bedroom he produced the pipe with a flourish, the bowl already full. He lit up, took a long drag, and held it out to me. I took it without a word. We smoked the whole thing, looking into each other's eyes. Stoned to the bone, I stood still while he raised my top over my head. My nipples were hard little cones atop my breasts, and his fingers went right to them, twisting and pulling as I inhaled sharply. "Ooooh," I moaned, as little lightning bolts coursed through my body. Keith leaned over and put his mouth on my neck, and I slumped into him as he sucked at the tender skin there. He was marking me, I knew; the hickey would be there for days. I reached for his boxers. When I pulled them down his dick sprung upward. Even stoned, he was jazzed and ready. He spun me around and pushed me forward onto the bed, and I landed on my hands and knees. I moaned excitedly. "Yeah," I urged, as his hands went to the waistband of the yoga pants I wore. He yanked, and they rolled down over my ass; another yank and they were at my knees. I started to raise one leg so he could take them all the way off, but he was already behind me. I felt his cock against my pussy as he moved into me, and then it was in. I grunted as he forced me onto my chest and my face hit the mattress. His hands slid over my upper arms, then downward, and then he was pulling my arms backward. I said, "Baby..." but that was all I got out before he began to fuck me, hard and fast. My arms hurt; he was holding them tightly, but the feeling of him inside me was heavenly. I gave myself over to his domination. A New Role for My Husband I'm 5-9 tall and weigh 225 pounds my husband Carl is 5-7 tall and weighs 175 pounds. He's in good shape and I'm pretty solidly built and strong and the fact that I am larger than my husband had not been an issue for us until one day. So one day Carl is bitching about me wanting him to do something around the house and for whatever reason I grabbed him by the shoulder, he pushed me, I pushed him and we stood glaring at each other. He said, "Make me." And I guess I was really pissed and it was once too often for me to take so I said, "I will." And we lunged at each other. I wasn't sure what I was going to do if I won or lost but I just tore into Carl. He had trouble getting a hold on me I guess he hadn't thought about how much bigger I was than him. It didn't take long before I was all over Carl pounding on his back, getting him in some holds that I knew from wrestling with my brothers when I was a kid and to be quite honest literally kicking his ass a few times. I didn't realize it at that point but I don't think Carl had much of an offensive attack in the fight. I grabbed Carl's thigh with an arm between the legs and dumped him on the floor then jumped on top of him. He was stunned by my weight landing on him and I bent his arms and legs while bouncing on his stomach and was just pounding on him. I didn't realize how one sided the battle was until I found myself sitting on Carl's back with one arm bent behind his back and one leg pulled up to my side. I asked if he knew who was in charge and Carl meekly answered, "You are dear you win." So here I was now not only able to dominate my husband but enjoying it and wanting to dominate him. I said to Carl, "So when I say do it you're going to get it done and fast, right?" Carl offered a soft, "Whatever". So I bounced my ass on his back and pulled his arm and leg a little tighter causing some real pain and said, "What was that?" Carl quickly said, "I'll do whatever you want Chris." I released Carl's arms and legs and pulled him by an ear to his feet. Then with a firm grasp of his balls I told him to complete the chores I had told him to do, take a shower and prepare to please his wife in a manner befitting his new place in this house. Namely making sure I was satisfied. That evening Carl spent considerable time on his back with me sitting on his face so he could eat my pussy and fucking me until he couldn't get it up anymore. My newfound power over my husband led to more fun. There was this new guy at work a cute younger guy who seemed very interested in me. He was also a little guy 5-5 tall and 140 pounds but like I said cute and well one day we found ourselves in the stockroom together and yeah we started making out. It seemed like Tony had six hands because he was groping, squeezing and feeling up my tits, ass, thighs and every bit of my big body while we kissed. We didn't get beyond a quick make out session due to time but it was just the start. In the coming weeks Tony and I had lunch a few times, made out in the stockroom a few times and I did manage to get my hands in his pants to find something rather impressive that I wanted to explore more in the future. I told him that I had a husband that he might have to fight to really get it on with me and he said he had no problem with that. That was even before I told Tony that I had beaten Carl so I set up a match. So there we were with two men ready to fight for me, my husband to defend his right to his dominant wife and Tony looking to score some big girl pussy. Tony challenged Carl to fight nude, he hesitated but finally agreed. Oh what a lucky girl I am, Carl's 7 inches were almost fully hard but he wasn't the only one to get the surprise of the day seeing Tony's 11 inches at full stiff and waving in the wind. I thought 'Fuck I can only hope Carl proves to be a wimp again because I want to take a ride on Tony the pony.' Even though Carl has 35 pounds on Tony I think the sight of a younger man with that monster cock demoralized my husband even before they got started. Carl well aware that I had kicked his ass also knew I wanted this seeming mismatch to happen so he must have been curious why. He was tentative at the start and Tony took control from the get go. Tony was much quicker than Carl and being more pussy hungry was much more aggressive. It didn't take long before Carl was on his knees with his face planted in the floor, his left arm in a hammerlock behind back and Tony bumping his big dick against my husband's ass. Carl was defeated but still hard and maybe as surprised as I was when Tony reached around and began stroking his cock with his free right hand. "You lost Carl now I can finish kicking your ass or you can admit defeat and I'll get you off" said Tony with his face next to my husband's ear. Carl didn't seem to want admit defeat but was obviously enjoying the hand job. "Oh come on Carl even if you're a loser I'll get you off, then it will all be over and I can fuck Chris like she needs it. Don't you want to get off before your wife gets fucked silly Carl, you bitch?" Well I could see Carl tearing up, humiliated that he lost to a smaller opponent and was now getting jerked off by him and he said, :Yes I want to get off." This was what Tony wanted to hear now he said, "That's nice Carl let me hear you beg to get off you bitch." Carl paused as did Tony with his hand on Carl's cock and Carl quickly said, "Please get me off I'll do anything." Tony continued to bump his big dick against Carl's ass and said, "Sure Carl since you'll do anything I'll get you off and you're my bitch right Carl?" Tony just held Carl's cock until my husband finally said, "Yes Tony I'm your bitch." Then Tony jerked Carl's cock until he shot his load. Carl sighed and relaxed as Tony released his hold on my husband's arm and pushed him to the floor on his back. Tony then quickly straddled Carl and sat on his chest and tapping his big dick on my husband's chin said, "OK Carl now that you're my bitch suck it." Carl looked a little scared but knowing full well his wife could kick his ass anytime and this younger guy with a bigger dick had beaten him and made him beg to get jerked off and was going to be fucking his wife he was broken and he did say he would do anything so my husband opened his mouth wide and Tony pushed the head of his monster cock between Carl's lips. I knew this was a first for Carl and he was working at just sucking on the head of Tony's big dick. I was standing watching this surprising turn of events, thinking about sucking on that big dick myself and reached down to finger my moistened pussy. With the head of Tony's cock in his mouth Carl was pumping the shaft with his right hand and Tony shot his load. Carl did his best to swallow the entire load but some dribbled down his chin. I was so fucking hot I took my hand out of my panties and stood in front of Tony. I reached down to help him up, bent slightly and continued to pull him up onto my shoulder turning to carry him to the bedroom. Perched on my shoulder Tony felt good and as I patted his hot little naked ass I heard him say to Carl, "You can come in and watch if you want, you'll get to see how a man fucks your wife, you might learn something." I plopped Tony down in the middle of the bed and stepped out of my panties. Tony looked me up and down then darted his tongue out at me in a very enticing manner and I said, "If you're hungry for pussy here comes your dinner." Then I climbed up and over to straddle Tony's hot sweaty little body and eased my already wet pussy onto his face. And damn that boy can munch. He was poking is tongue into my pussy licking deep, teasing my clit, nibbling on my outer lips all while giving my fat butt a vigorous two handed massage. He does like the big fat butt which makes him all the more my kind of guy. I was surprised I didn't break him because I came and was really bouncing on him with a lot of weight but Tony was man enough to take it. Finally I was feeling good but wanted to get in on some action too so I raised up and spun around into a 69 position. Once I was set Tony didn't seem to mind me being on top of him as he resumed lapping away at my pussy and I got an oral introduction to his big dick which was almost full hard. With a firm grasp of the shaft with one hand I took the head of that monster into my mouth. As I worked, and it is the biggest cock I've ever had, I was able to slide about half of it between my lips and that was an awesome feeling. Finally I was doing me best sword swallowing taking about nine inches down my throat and pretty proud of myself for my first time sucking that big of a cock. But I was plenty wet from Tony's muff diving and I wanted to get stuffed with Tony's log. I rolled off of Tony and he looked a little flushed from being under my 225 pounds but he was smiling. I laid down and spread my legs wide, it didn't take a second for Tony to scramble to his knees between my thighs. I had to gasp for breath as Tony poked the head of that monster dick past my pussy lips and probably halfway in on the first stroke but since I was so wet it went in easy. Tony took his time pushing in and out enjoying the cushion he had to push on. When he was pumping about 8 inches in and out with every stroke I braced my feet and humped my fat butt off the bed at him. Now we were getting going and Tony picked up his pace. It didn't take long before his flat stomach was smacking against my rounded belly and I was getting porked with the full 11 inches. Fuck it was glorious. Tony pistoned in and out with that big cock practically bouncing off my body so I wrapped my legs around him, he pushed that dick deep into me and I squeezed him tight until he shot his load and fell forward into my arms. We hugged and kissed rolling over each other laughing and just having a great time. I love the feeling of holding a smaller man in my arms and legs and squeezing him into my body and Tony sure loves being engulfed all around by a big woman and playing with whatever parts he can get his hands on. All that tight and close action was to my liking and it wasn't long before I could feel something long and stiff rubbing against my belly so I knew Tony was into it too. I rolled Tony onto his back and took his stiffening cock in my hands. It was a sweet feeling as Tony's choice hunk of meat throbbed and got hard in my hands and I was squeezing and pumping it with both hands, fuck a huge dick if fun to play with. Well it was fun playing with that flag pole with my hands but to properly and thoroughly enjoy it I knew where I needed it. I straddled Tony's legs then moved forward and raised myself up high enough to aim the head at my pussy. As Tony stroked my thighs I took a deep breath and lowered myself onto his pole. I was going to take it slow but I was still so wet and stretched from just a few minutes before I quickly was taking half of it in me. As I moved up and down feeling well fucked in places never known before I lost control and in no time was smacking my sweaty ass on Tony's thighs and getting the full length of that monster up my snatch. Tony had a fat tit in each hand as I rode his cock to my own pleasure. Finally I just settled down on top of Tony with his cock buried to the balls in my pussy and rocked back and forth. He was gently humping his ass up off the bed at me, he couldn't move much with me on top of him but it was just that little more pleasure. Finally I was getting tired but being stuffed with a big fat dick it was a good tired so when Tony shot his load I raised myself up off his cock and just leaned forward laying on top of him. He didn't seem to mind being buried under me as started sucking on my tits. The absolute best thing about a sweet young stud is he doesn't need a lot of rest time before he can get it up again. I made my way down to Tony's cock and held it my hand while I licked and sucked on his balls which oh boy does he like. In no time Tony's cock was hard and throbbing in my hand and something came to my mind. I kissed Tony, squeezed his cock and said, "Tit fuck time." He got a big grin on his face and replied, "Oh baby that's super because you've sure got the tits for it." Still holding his huge dick I replied, "And there's enough here to do the job." I laid down on my back and Tony climbed up and straddled my stomach. After Tony rubbed some lubricant between my tits and on his cock I grabbed his ass and pulled him forward, his cock slipping between my tits. As Tony leaned forward to hold onto the headboard I squeezed my tits together with both hands and he slid his cock back and forth. It felt great and I almost laughed because when the head of Tony's fat cock poked out from between my tits it looked like a turtle poking its' head out of it's shell. It was so much fun I probably could have enjoyed my first tit fuck for hours but boy when you're a horny woman with a wet pussy and an eager young buck with a big dick you just want to get fucked. So I said, "This is fabulous but let's get back to the action." As Tony climbed off of me and I rolled over and got up on my hands and knees. He climbed up on top of me, sitting on my big butt and massaged my back and shoulders. Oh what a sweet young man to know how to treat a woman in between fucking her brains out, what a pleasure. I was so relaxed as Tony kissed the back of my neck and felt even better when I could feel his stiff dick rubbing against my back. I sighed and said, "I think it's doggy style time big boy." Tony squeezed my ass and replied, "It's fun to climb on and ride the big ones." That sounded good to me so I raised myself up and Tony slid off behind me. "Make sure you hit the right hole back there, I have no desire to have my nice big butt busted in two." Tony rubbed one wide cheek and kissed the other before saying, "Don't worry I love the meat of your fine fat butt not the hole." And with that he slipped his cock in my pussy and went right to fucking me good. I was beside myself with pleasure as Tony was quickly smacking his belly against my big butt pumping his cock the full length in my pussy. It was a glorious feeling to get stuffed with a fat cock and I knew how lucky I was to have a horny young man who could get it up so quickly after my ass. Finally Tony held a hip in each hand, pushed his cock to the balls into me and shot his load. Tony pulled his cock from my pussy and I fell flat on my stomach. He laid on my back and we dozed off for a few hours. When we woke he was hard and I was more than ready to roll onto my back and fuck him one more time. I saw Tony regularly after that, with no objection from Carl and it was just the start of my new adventures. "A New Role" That position lasted only a few minutes, but I climaxed twice, or maybe it was one time with two distinct peaks of pleasure. Either way, it was pretty amazing! At some point Keith released his grip on my wrists and I grabbed at the sheets, twisting them into crazy patterns as he continued to thrust into me. His hands went to my waist. His breathing grew more hoarse behind me as he pulled my hips upward, until I found purchase with my knees and was on all fours again. Oh my dear god! He had never felt so deep. He hammered away, driving me from one orgasm to another, almost without a break. I was having a hard time staying upright, but his hands on my waist wouldn't let me slip to the bed unless I just threw my hands out and flopped. I didn't, and within another five minutes he was there. He let go inside me with a mighty roar, and we both collapsed to the mattress, with him still thrusting and grunting. I was gasping for air, literally close to passing out. If I thought I'd been horny, he must have been twice that, but now we were both sated. Or so I thought. Keith got his wind back before me, and the first thing he said was, "Girl, I'm gonna fuck you all day long." All I could say was, "You're the boss." He managed one other time, this time with me on my back beneath him, and I got my fourth load of the day, before noon! As we lay cuddling afterward, he said, "Well, I guess you know what you gotta do on rain-out days, huh?" I looked at him. "Seriously?" I wasn't sure if he was kidding or not, but I was up for it if he was. He said he didn't mind; it was my life, too. That was on a Tuesday. Wednesday, no one mentioned anything until the last yard was done, when James looked up at the sky and said, "Damn, I wish't it'd rain again." I looked at David, then Randy, and we all broke out in laughter. Keith smiled, his eyes red-rimmed and watery. He'd been burning one while we put the last of the equipment up. It didn't rain again for almost two months, but the next rainy morning there was a knock at the door. Keith said sleepily, "It's probably for you." Sure enough, three smiling faces filed in when I opened the door...and thus began a 'tradition' that has continued for the past year. Things have changed in my life, recently. I will have more to say about that later. A New Roof The sound of the truck door slamming nudged her from a deep sleep, just enough that she pulled a pillow over her head to muffle the sound of voices coming from the driveway. Long, dark hair tumbled out from beneath the pillow and spread across her outflung arm. A ceiling fan turned lazily overhead, while tangled sheets wrapped around her waist. The curtains moved softly back and forth in the slight breeze blowing gently through the window, the scent of lilacs from the flowering bush just outside filling the air. Hovering somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, she stretched and rolled over on her back, kicking off the sheet to reveal her nakedness. The early morning light revealed slim, lithe limbs, her body golden with no tan lines. Gravity pulled her breasts down towards her sides, flattening them a little, the soft nipples and surrounding areola a dark brown. Her concave stomach gave way to her mound, covered in a half-inch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Shadows covered the juncture between her long legs, one bent outwards, the other half dangling off the edge of the bed. Voices from outside intruded, pulling her completely from her dreams. She remembered the roofing company was due to arrive today, they had told her the men would be there early to get started on the project of replacing her entire roof. She stretched again, her arms above her head, fingers interlaced, as she debated whether to get dressed and go outside, or leave them to their job. Laziness won out, she wasn't ready to get up quite yet. But the sounds of ladders being placed against the eaves and the ensuing footsteps overhead insured that she wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon. Her hands dropped down and cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently and rolling her nipples between her fingers until they hardened. Pinching them lightly, then a little harder, she felt a jolt run down through her inner core to her center, causing twinges and a slight dampness to spread between her legs. Continuing to massage and knead one breast, she licked the fingers of her other hand and moved down to cup her mound and press inwards. Legs squeezed together as she moaned softly, then spread wide as she began to rub back and forth across herself. Rolling over quickly, she reached into the drawer of her nightstand and retrieved her trusty vibrator. She teased herself with the long, thin toy, pushing it against the folds of her pussy as her other hand continually worked on her clit. Juices dripped, the vibrator met no resistance as she pressed it up and into herself, waiting until it was completely embedded before turning it on. The soft vibrations spread throughout her entire body, and she tensed as she felt herself begin to respond. One hand began pumping the shaft in and out, while the other stroked her clit back and forth, stopping to pull and pinch, then rub again. Nearing her peak, she pushed the vibrator in as deeply as it would go, leaving it deep inside while she used the fingers of one hand to expose her engorged clit, the other rubbing against it furiously. Her hips rotated and raised off the bed of their own accord, her climax overtaking her and sending wave after wave of pure ecstasy pulsing through her. Her bottom dropped back on the bed, her hands stilled, as she let the last of the convulsions fade away. The vibrator still hummed deep inside her pussy, her hand still pressed against her clit. She stretched her legs out as far as she could, squeezing them together with her hand still in place, knowing that this move always brought on a second orgasm, not as intense as the first, but a good finish to it. The second wave overcame her quickly, she could feel the spasms gain strength as she slipped a finger between the wet folds of her labia, pressing the vibrator deeper, before they finally faded away, leaving her spent. Turning off the vibrator, she squeezed the muscles in her vagina, letting it slip out on its own while she laid back, totally relaxed and ready for her day to begin. Hearing the sounds from outdoors escalate, it was probably time to get up anyway. She padded naked to the bathroom and took a quick shower before putting on a short bathrobe and making her way to the kitchen, barefoot and naked underneath. She poured water into the coffeepot, added grounds and turned it on, then quickly put away the clean dishes from the drying rack by the sink. While she waited for the coffee to finish brewing, she leaned over the sink and looked out the open window to see what was going on with the roofers. Up high on the roof were two men, already busy removing shingles. There must have been at least one more, she could hear footsteps directly overhead. They were young men; no shirts covered their muscled torsos, bronzed deeply from the sun. Watching them, she imagined what they might look like with no clothes at all. Her active imagination could go on for hours in that direction, so instead, she turned from the window and poured her first cup of coffee of the day before heading off to her office down the hall. Sitting down at the computer, she began sifting through emails, not worrying when her bathrobe fell open. In fact, many days she wore nothing at all as she worked on her small, but growing, graphic design business. No one could see into her house from the surrounding properties, but what she didn't realize was that the view from the roof wasn't obstructed. Nor did she realize that the work was slowing down up above as three pair of eyes looked down and into the window of the small room where she sat. A breast peaked out as the robe slipped to the side, when she leaned back in her chair, chewing on the tip of her pencil as she thought, the other side fell open, revealing the edge of a nipple. She didn't bother closing the robe, instead she just shrugged out of it. A knock on the kitchen door caused her to jump in surprise. Pulling the robe back up and tying the belt, she pushed her hair back and stood, taking her cup with her to refill. She could see one of the roofers standing outside the door, so thought nothing of opening it to see what he needed. "Good morning, ma'am." His southern drawl sent little shivers up her spine. "I was wonderin' if I could use your restroom." Opening the door wide and stepping back, she answered, "Sure, it's right through there, second door on the left." Pointing towards the hallway, she turned away and moved to the counter. The coffee cup fell on the counter, spilling coffee, as hands grasped her arms and pulled her backwards. She met up with a hard chest as an arm encircled her, one hand covering her mouth. His voice whispered in her ear, "Don't yell or scream, you'll regret it if you do." Fear coursed through her and she immediately began to struggle, but he was at least 6' to her 5'3", and had an additional hundred pounds or more on his frame. The arm around her tightened, squeezing so hard she could hardly breath, the hand over her mouth moved up slightly to cover her nose, too. Fighting for a breath of air, she quickly gave up the struggle, gasping as he removed his hand from her face when she quieted down. "Give it up, I'm bigger than you, honey, and I'll win every time. We can make this easy or hard, it's up to you." As he spoke, he untied the belt on her bathrobe and yanked it down over her shoulders. "Nice tits," he commented as his free hand squeezed first one, then the other. She couldn't believe this was happening, not in her own kitchen. Her arms were pressed to her sides, she couldn't move, and she was terrified, not knowing how much danger she was in. "What d...do you want?" His laughter filled her ears, "Just a little of what you were advertising in there at your desk." Horror filled her as she realized they had been watching her, and she tried to explain, "I didn't know you could see me! Please, leave me alone, I won't tell anyone you were in here." She hated begging, but was willing to give it a try. "Honey, you won't be tellin' anyone when you and me are done. You'll be beggin' for more, trust me." He squeezed her hard again before letting go and pulling the bathrobe the rest of the way off. She stood naked, her back to him, as she felt his eyes taking in every inch of her, from top to bottom. "You got one fine ass, too." She felt his hands run over each cheek, down the outside of her thighs and back up again. Her eyes darted around frantically, looking for some way to get away from him. When he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, she lifted her hands up to cover herself. Before she could, he grabbed them and twisted them behind her back. Pain shot up her arms as he pulled back on them. Her breasts jutted out, her nipples hard despite her terror. A cry burst from her lips as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "Please don't hurt me!" "That's up to you," he smirked as his gaze took in her front side, his one hand never lessening its grip on her wrists, as his other began exploring. Her side was pressed up to his bare chest, she could feel the hairs on his chest tickling her arm and shoulder. When he pinched a nipple hard, she jerked back, but he didn't let go of it, just pinched harder. His mouth was inches from her ear as he spoke softly, "Don't fight me, those guys out there won't help you," his head nodded towards the roof. She nodded, and immediately he loosened his grip on her nipple. "I will hurt you if I need to, understand?" She nodded again. "Good." He dropped her wrists and before she could move, had picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder. One arm held her legs tightly in place, while she swung free over his back. The kitchen door opened and she realized he was walking outside with her as he called out to his buddies, "Hey guys, I'll be busy for awile!" Hoots and hollers came from the roof as his free hand rubbed over her ass, then a finger dipped into her exposed pussy and quickly pumped in and out. The catcalls from the other workers sent a wave of pure embarrassment rushing through her, she could imagine what they were seeing. Her fists clenched and she pounded on his back, "Put me down, you bastard," she hissed. Turning quickly, he strode back into the house, carrying her as if she weighed nothing, his finger still in her pussy. "I know you can't wait, so let's get right to it, darlin," he drawled. "Which way's the bedroom?" he asked. She didn't bother to answer, the house was small enough he'd find it shortly anyway. Instead, she kept trying to push herself up and off his back, not liking the fact that her bare breasts were pressed into his bare back. Of course, her bare ass was inches away from his face, but there was nothing she could do about that. "You need to learn some manners. When somebody asks a question, you're supposed to answer." His palm smacked across her ass, not once, but twice, before he dropped her unceremoniously across her bed. She immediately scrambled to the other side, but before she could make her escape, he had grabbed hold of her hair and yanked her back. She tumbled backwards, falling down in front of him on the mattress, her hands trying to free her hair from his grip. "Obviously, your daddy didn't teach you well enough," he growled. "Someone sure needs to give you a talkin' to." Grabbing her around the waist, he flipped her up and over as he sat down on the edge of the bed, her ass raised over his lap. He began a systematic spanking, hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. It went on forever, she was sure, and at some point she found the pain turning into something akin to desire. Each time the flat of his hand landed on her bare skin, it stung, but it also sent a frisson of pleasure coursing through her. But damned if she was going to let him know that. She laid across him quietly, refusing to squirm, taking his punishment of her "bad manners". When the last stroke fell across her reddened and sore cheeks, his hand began to gently stroke the areas he had so recently hurt. Still, she didn't move, just waited for what would come next. He pulled her up, rolling her over so she sat in his lap, his arm behind her shoulders, his other hand pushing her long curls back behind her shoulders. "God, you're beautiful," he sighed, gazing down at her. Laying her back on the bed, he stood and looked around, eyeing her dresser at the foot of the bed. "Stay," he commanded while he pointed at her, then walked away and opened drawers, searching through them until he found what he was looking for, her stockings. He held them up, pulling on each end, testing their strength. He came back, kneeling on the bed as he pulled her around. She still didn't fight him, knowing it was useless. Using the stockings, he tied both of her arms to either side of the headboard, rendering her helpless to get away. When he was satisfied she was going nowhere, he moved back and gazed down at her, then spread her legs, opening her up to his view. She tried to keep them closed, but he simply pulled harder, then moved between them. Leaning down, his lips brushed across her forehead, little whispers across her face and around her neck. She shivered, her skin quivering as he worked his way softly from one side of her neck to the other. As his lips slowly moved down towards her shoulder, she squirmed for the first time. The feeling he was evoking in her was not what she had expected. She had expected rape, him taking her roughly and hurting her. Instead...this. He kept moving down until he reached her breast and licked it slowly at first, the nipple hardening under his touch. His mouth suddenly closed over it, sucking hard. She felt as if he was pulling her entire being out through her nipple into him. Electrical currents jolted through her body as he continued the intense suction, both hands squeezing and lifting that one breast and pulling it out so he could take more into his mouth. When he finally released her, her nipple was huge and distended from his sucking. Turning to her other side, he used both hands again to grasp her. He sucked just as hard, if not harder on this side, sending jolts throughout her core, straight down to her clit which was beginning to throb. Never having experienced this level of concentration before, her nipples were also throbbing, begging for more. His mouth loosened its grip, his teeth replacing his lips, biting gently on the enlarged nipple and pulling out before moving to the other side and doing the same. She felt his tongue begin laving her, licking each breast from top to bottom, circling around the areola, flicking across her nipples. Her head turned from side to side, a low moan escaping through her clenched lips. This appeared to encourage him as he dipped down, his tongue licking its way to her stomach and beyond, before reaching the edges of her pubic hair. He nuzzled his face into her mound, spreading her legs wide with his hands, teasing her. He blew softly on her, sending little shivers coursing through her. She jerked hard against her restraints when she felt his tongue begin licking across her nub. Trying to scoot up on the bed and get away from him didn't work as he grabbed her legs and pulled her back down, burying his head in her crotch, his tongue entering her pussy and lapping at the juices there. He began to fuck her with his tongue, his hands holding her legs wide open and pressing down, preventing her from movement. His tongue kept entering her, probing and tasting, then it would find her clit and lick along both sides, before his lips closed around it, sucking on it and sending shooting jolts through her. Before she realized it was happening, she began to cum, she wrapped her legs tightly around his head and held him close as her body jerked. He kept sucking on her, sending her through the roof and soaring high. She felt her pussy clenching over and over, while her juices mixed with his saliva and trickled down between her legs to pool in a damp puddle underneath. "Please..." she begged. "...too much..." "...nowhere close to being done..." he replied, as he gave her a break for a moment by turning his head and nipping at the soft skin on her inner thigh. A finger circled around the outer lips of her labia, pressing into her, then retreating. A second finger joined the first, and both began to fuck her, slowly at first, then harder and faster, before a third joined in. "You like that, don't you? It feels so good, doesn't it?" He didn't expect an answer, and didn't wait for one. "Look out your window." Her eyes immediately flew to the window, to see the rooftop on the other side of her house. "I watched you this morning gettin' yourself off. You made me so damn hard I thought I was going to bust right then. I knew I just had to fuck you today." He scooted back off the edge of the bed and stood, unzipping his shorts and pulling both those and his boxers down to allow his cock to spring free. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside, and came back to the edge of the bed. Lifting her head, he propped two pillows under her, then straddled her chest. His cock and balls were right in her face, she could smell their muskiness. He held his cock in his hand, rubbing it on either side of her face and across her lips. Pulling it up, his other hand cupped his balls and lifted them, laying them across her mouth. She turned her head to the side, trying to move away from the suffocating feeling overtaking her. Placing his hands on both sides of her face, he turned her back and held her motionless, all the while rubbing his cock over her. Suddenly, he moved off of her, only to turn around and kneel over her, facing the end of the bed. His cock dangled over her face, he grabbed it and aimed it at her mouth, pushing against her closed lips. "Suck it," he demanded. When she didn't immediately open her mouth, he smacked her thigh, "Did you want another spankin'? Cause I'd be happy to oblige." Quickly opening her mouth, she took him in, but found she had no control without her hands and without being able to lift her head. He did all the work, moving just the head of his thick cock into her mouth, letting her tongue roll over and around his shaft. Slowly, he began to move in and out, fucking her mouth. He was so hot from watching her earlier and then eating her pussy, he knew it was only moments before he exploded. His hips pumped faster and faster as his cock filled her mouth. Her lips closed tightly around him, sucking hard, edging him closer and closer until finally, he couldn't hold back anymore. She felt his hot cum spurting in her mouth as he collapsed onto his elbows, shuddering as she continued to suck on his softening cock. He pumped a few more times before pulling out and rolling off of her. "Wow. That was awesome!" He reached out and wiped a drop of cum off her chin, then kissed her on the lips, tasting himself. "I need to get back to work, but I'll be back a little later." He stood and pulled on his clothes. Pulling on her restraints, she couldn't believe he intended to leave her tied up. "Are you leaving me here like this?" she demanded. "Well, yeah," he said as if she was stupid. "We're not done, I'm just takin' a break." He shook his head as he walked out of the room. She heard the kitchen door slam as he went back outside, and with renewed energy, she began tugging at the stockings tying her to the bedframe, with no luck. The harder she pulled, the tighter the knots became, until finally she gave up and laid back on the bed, resigned to waiting until he came back. She must have dozed, because the next time she looked at the clock, over two hours had gone by. Her mouth was dry and she had to pee, but she knew she'd have to wait until he came back in before she'd get any relief. When she heard the kitchen door open awhile later, she was at the point of being happy he had come back. She needed to go to the bathroom, now. He walked into the room, soaked with sweat, wiping his face off with her kitchen towel. He grinned when he saw her, and immediately unzipped his shorts and shrugged out of them. A New Roof "Please, I have to use the bathroom," she begged. "Sure, but don't try anything funny," he began untying her wrists, letting her get up and rush to the bathroom. Her hands and arms tingled as the blood rushed back to them, and when she tried to close the bathroom door behind her, his hand reached out and held it open. "Don't be shy, you can pee in front of me," he grinned as he leaned back against the wall and watched. When she was finished and stood, he leaned over into the shower and turned the water on. "I 'spect you'd appreciate it if I was cleaned off a little, huh?" He grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her up against him. She cringed backwards as she came in contact with his chest, covered in grime and sweat. "Oops, sorry, now you'll have to take one with me." He didn't look sorry at all as he stepped under the running water and pulled her in with him. Handing her the bar of soap from the tray, he held out his arms and said, "You can have the honors of washing me, then I'll do the same for you." His body was about as perfect as she had ever seen. Muscles rippled through his arms and torso, she wanted to run her fingers through the hair on his chest. A small, thin line of hair extended down until it reached his pubic hair, her finger traced its way down, then pulled back before touching him. His thighs and calves were rock hard, as well as his cock, which had come alive in no time at all. Looking back up to his face, she scrutinized him, not having really looked carefully before. A small scar ran down the hairline on the right side of his face, not detracting from his looks at all, but rather making him look more handsome. His eyes were looking back at her as she noted all the parts of him. "Like what you see?" "Maybe..." she took the soap and began lathering his chest, moving over his arms and shoulders, before turning him and scrubbing his back. Her hands moved down over his ass and when they got to his legs, he commented, "You'd better clean in the cracks, too." Finishing his legs, she moved back up to his ass, and lathered her hand well before running it down between his cheeks and legs. He moaned and spread his legs farther apart, giving her greater access. She took the bar of soap and rubbed it back and forth across the entire length of his crack, from the top down to his balls, then used her hand to help rinse the soap away. He turned and faced her, his cock the only thing left to wash. She knelt down in front of him, took it into her hands and rubbed the soap all over and around it, working the suds back to his balls, washing them gently as she lifted them up and away from his legs. The water beat down on them, rinsing the soap away, leaving her free to take him into her mouth again. Her tongue licked the tip of his head, then circled down and around, lapping from the base to the head over and over again. His hands were flat against the walls of the shower as he leaned forward into her, his hips starting to move with the rhythm of her mouth. As he felt his climax begin to overtake him, he pulled back quickly, "No way, I'm fuckin' your pussy this time." He took the soap from her as she stood back up and began rubbing it over her breasts, paying close attention to her nipples, tweaking them and pulling on them, before moving down between her legs. He backed her up against the wall as his fingers spread her apart, searching every inch of her. He played with her nub, grinding into it, then rubbing it gently. His other hand spread its covering back, revealing the most sensitive part of her as he knelt down in front of her. Pulling one of her legs up, he positioned it so her foot was on his shoulder, opening her wide. His mouth closed over her as his tongue licked and swirled around her clit. Her hands reached down and wound through his hair, pulling him closer. She ground her hips into him, reaching for her own climax, which came explosively when two of his fingers entered her. The walls of her pussy pulsed around his fingers, her own juices flowing out and around them. His mouth continued to work on her clit, even as she was trying to back into the wall and move away. "It's too sensitive, you've got to stop..." but he didn't, he continued to lick and suck on her, his fingers continued to fuck her, and she felt another climax burst through. Wave after wave rushed over her, and finally he stood up, turning her around and bending her over as his cock pushed at her entrance. He rammed into her in one smooth, hard stroke, feeling the final pulses of her orgasm squeezing his shaft. He began pumping into her, hard and fast, fucking her so hard she could hardly hold herself up. He gripped her by the hips, keeping her from falling over, as his cock slid in and out, his balls slapping against her with each stroke. She felt his cock grow even harder at the same time as he cried out, ejaculating explosively deep inside her as he pumped in and out a few more times before finally stopping. He let go of his grip on her hips, leaning forward with his arms extended on either side of her. They both stood there trying to catch their breath as the water beat down on them. His cock slipped out of her and she felt the warm gush of his cum as it spilled out and ran down her legs, mixing with the water and swirling around the drain before disappearing. "C'mon, let's dry off." He grabbed towels off the stack by the shower and handed one to her, using the other on himself. Once dried, he went back to the bedroom and put his clothes back on, calling out to her, "What are you doing in there?" "Nothing, just getting dried off." "Well, get your ass back in here." He stood impatiently at the door, watching her dally. "Go ahead and go, I'm not stopping you." She wrapped the towel around herself before edging past him back into the bedroom where she could grab some clothes. He grabbed the towel and pulled it back off. "You won't be needin' that yet." He grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up against his side, carrying her like a sack of potatoes back over to the bed where he tossed her down. Scrambling right back up to her knees, she yelled at him, "What the fuck are you doing?" I am not laying here again until you get another hardon and come back hours from now." "Actually, yes you will. But you won't be bored, I promise!" He flipped her over on her stomach and straddled her while tying her wrists to the stockings again. Grabbing all the pillows off her bed, he pushed them under her, positioning them so her ass was high in the air. While he worked and she struggled, the kitchen door slammed and two sets of footsteps came down the hall. "Don't let them in here!" she cried. "I can't stop them, they're here to get their piece of ass. I only got first dibs 'cause it was my turn this time." By now, all three were standing at the foot of her bed, appreciating the view. She absolutely, could not believe this was happening to her. What was even more incredible was that she was turned on by the idea of being on display for them. "I'm off to pick up lunch for us, you guys have fun!" With that, she was left alone with the other two, wondering what to expect and realizing she didn't even know their names. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the larger of the two grab the chair in the far corner of the room and pull it over by the bed, settling himself into it. She could hear the other guy's clothes coming off, but couldn't see anything. When the mattress dipped from his weight, she jerked. Her sense of smell still worked fine and she was very aware of the pungent odor coming from their sweaty bodies. Hands gripped her ass, pulling it apart. She began struggling in earnest, trying to crawl away. A sharp slap on her ass didn't stop her for long, but when two more came immediately after and hands gripped her ankles to pull her backwards, she stopped. "You're a fiery little thing, aren't you?" He laughed, and pushed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. "Shit girl, you're all dried up!" She heard him spit and almost immediately felt his fingers rubbing in and out of her. When he shoved against her this time, his cock slid in with no resistance. He fucked her with no care to how she felt. She clenched her hands and gritted her teeth, feeling his cock pound into her over and over while he grunted like an animal. He began slapping her ass while he fucked her, which made him more excited. She could hear his grunts almost constantly over her own moaning. Tears leaked out between her scrunched eyes, it felt like he was breaking her in half and her ass was on fire from being hit. A loud bellow sounded, she felt him slam into her again before his hot seed spilled deep into her canal. His hot, sweaty body fell over hers, where he lay for a few moments. She tried to wiggle out from under him, but had nowhere to go. His hands reached under her and grabbed hold of her breasts, pinching and squeezing them together while he buried his head in the back of her neck. "Damn, honey, you're one hot mama." He laughed and pushed himself up and off of her. "She's all yours, have at her!" He walked into her bathroom and she heard the shower start up before the door closed. Listening carefully, she heard the other guy moving around the room before the mattress dipped down from his weight. "He's not very good with the women, you'll have to forgive him." He tried explaining away his friend. "Me, on the other hand, I know where a woman really likes it." She cried out when she felt his fingers probing around her ass. He dipped his finger into her pussy where it was still dripping with cum, and spread it around her tight, puckered asshole. It pushed its way in, past the outer rim and beyond, stretching her uncomfortably. "Please don't," she begged, crying now. "Trust me, you'll be fine," he soothed as one finger pumped slowly in and out while the other hand patted her ass. His finger turned and twisted, pushing in as deep as it would go before pulling back out almost completely. "Relax, it'll be easier," he continued on until her muscles loosened enough to let him move in easily. She began to think it might not be that bad, when he dipped his fingers again into her pussy, drawing out more wetness. Instead of one finger re-entering her virgin ass, two fingers pushed at her entrance. She squeezed tight, trying to keep them out, but he pushed harder, forcing his way in. When they were all the way past the second knuckle, he stopped and held them there for a minute, stroking one cheek and kissing the other, relaxing her once again. She tensed for a moment as he began to pump both fingers in and out, moving slowly until she adjusted, then faster and harder. When a third joined the first two, she only tensed momentarily before they began fucking her easily. When footsteps sounded in the hallway, she tensed up again, wiggling to get away from the intrusive fingers. They only pushed deeper into her, staying there, as she tried to see behind the stack of pillows. "Lunch is served!" He dropped three bags on the dresser before walking over to the end of the bed. "Oooh, how does she like it?" he asked. "So far, so good," the one behind her commented as his fingers started fucking her again. She started tensing up, squeezing as tightly as she could to push them out. He was having none of it, though, and pushed right back. "I think she's ready for me, don't you?" he laughed as his fingers popped out. "I can't wait to see this," her first one sat on the edge of the bed, reaching under her to grip her breast in his hand. He played with it while he watched the other one pull off his pants and kick them aside. Fortunately, she couldn't see how hard his cock was as it sprang out at full attention. He knelt back down behind her, rubbing the head of his cock in her pussy and spreading the cum already there all over her asshole. The first guy let go of her breast to sit up and get a closeup view of the cock aimed directly at her. "Wow, that's going to be a tight fit," he commented. "She'll take it, just wait." With that, he pushed and the head of his cock slipped by the outer rim, but immediately came up against tightened muscles. He pushed slowly, she tried to push him out, but he just kept working harder against her tight hole. An inch gave way to two, then to four, before his entire length filled her, his pubic hairs rubbing up against her cheeks. He didn't move at first, just waiting for her to adjust, while she moaned and gripped the sheets under her hands. She was sure her ass was split open, she had never felt anything like this before. It hurt, dammit. Her ass was not meant to take a cock, that's what her pussy was for. She was humiliated, hurting, angry, and still turned on, which made her even angrier. And there was nothing she could do about it. As the cock embedded in her ass began moving, she tried to push down into the pillows holding her up. But he grabbed her and pulled her back on him, starting to pump, filling her completely and then pulling all the way out, before pushing back in again. At first, she felt as if she had to desperately go to the bathroom, but soon the feeling changed to something different, maybe not quite pleasurable, but not uncomfortable anymore. He began fucking her harder, his hips pistoning back and forth as his cock impaled her, pulling her backwards with each stroke forwards so she got the full impact each time. Harder and harder he pumped, until suddenly he stopped and she felt his pulsing cock emptying out deep within her. "Hot damn! You did it! I didn't think her ass could take a piece of meat that big." A grunt was all the answer he gave as he fell down and crushed her. He pulled her back a little and shoved the pillows out from under her, laying back down and pulling her down with him, his cock still inside of her. "Leave me alone for awhile, I need to recover." The bathroom door opened and the second guy stepped out, drying off from his shower. "Shit, did I miss something?" "No, lunch is right here." A bag flew through the air at him. He caught it deftly and sat down on the floor to begin devouring the burger and fries inside. At the smell of food, she felt the cock slide out of her and the guy move off the bed. "Hey, give me some." The other bag was tossed in his direction and he also sat down, while all three of them ate their lunch. "Uh, excuse me," she called. "I'm hungry and I'd really like to get up now." "Honey, if you're hungry, just give me a few minutes, I've got something for you to shove in your mouth." They all started laughing before standing up, brushing the crumbs off their shorts and heading back down the hallway. She heard the kitchen door close and feet overhead as they scaled the ladders back up to the roof again. And still she was tied to her bed...