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The Setup

By: BlaqJm18



"Curtis, your 10 minutes late.... Detention." 

The entire classroom laughed and ohhed at Curtis like a bunch of elementary students. 

He just turned 18 and this was his junior year at this school after being kicked out two previous schools for bad behavior. Being 18 also scared the younger kids away from him but it also made him cooler by the kids who were just as bad as he was.

He gave his teacher Mr. Rogen the death stare and sat down next to his friend Chad.

He whispered, "That asshole can lick my fuckin' hairy nuts." 

"Dude he probably will." Chad whispered back. "We all know that dudes a fag." 

"I'm gonna get his ass too, I already gotta plan to get his ass kicked out for good." Chad said. 

"Whatcha gonna do?" Chad moved his desk closer to him and looked around the class to see if anyone was watching, Mr. Rogen was already focused on the lesson for the evening.

"I was late because I had to find this...." Curtis pulled out a video camera from his bag and showed it to him. 

"What's this for?" Chad asked. 

"After school, I want you to go in his office and hide in his closet and..."

"What?! Dude what the fuck?...." 

"Shut up and let me finish...." He looked around again to see if anyone heard them.

"......I want you to take the camera with you and record us." 

"Record who?" 

"Me and Mr. Rogan dumb ass." 

"Doing what?" 

"I'm gonna get him to suck my dick." 

"Are fuckin' insane? That will never happen, plus that's fuckin' gay shit." 

"Right, HE'S a fuckin' fag and I'm gonna let the whole school know so he will be gone forever."

"Wow are you sure man? We could get in a hell of a lot trouble." 

"I'm not gonna get in trouble, he is. The video will show everything. All I gotta do is show a little skin and it ain't even gotta be my dick, just my abs or my chest or somethin'. That should be enough right there." 

"What if he wants more?"

"Then I'll give him more. You just make sure you get it all on film and don't worry bout me. I know that fucker's been checking me out. That's why he always got me in detention. I'll show him whose the real fuckin' boss in this bitch." 

".....Alright, I guess I'll be in his office after 6th period."

Curtis nodded in approval, knowing his plan was already going to work. 

The bell rung signaling the end of class. Jared Rogen erased the board and said, "Quiz tomorrow and Chapters 5 through 10, all 70 vocabulary terms WILL be on this test. So study hard." 

The whole class sighed and groaned from the verdict, but he didnt care. He had always taught like this in his twenty year career. Honestly he liked being harder on his students, to him it only made them work harder for good grades. 

When all the students left the classroom he decided to call his wife of 18 years and tell her that he was going to be late. His detentions only lasted for about 30 minutes, but he had other plans on his agenda. 

After class he would go to a local gay bar a few streets away from his suburban home. He would go there every other day to meet young guys. He was a certified bottom and loved taking young dick in his 49 year old ass.... The younger, the better he always thought. 

There was one guy in particular who knew exactly how to use his ass. The guy was just 25 but he knew exactly how to use his big 9 incher. He turned the straight teacher into a bitch every time he met with him and he couldn't wait to go back for more. 

Jared walked down the hallway to his office talking to his wife on the phone, meanwhile Curtis was already telling Chad what to do. 

"This red button is the record button. Press it when you see us together." Curtis said, getting frustrated at Chad for not knowing how to use a camera. 

"Okay, I got it... for the third time dude." He said. 

"Good, I'll stand outside and wait for Mr. Rogen and stay quiet." Curtis said. 

He shut the door and sat down on a chair outside the door. 

Curtis fixed his dark brown hair and fixed himself up a little bit to make himself more desirable, even though that wasn't hard. Curtis was like younger James Franco, but with an attitude and more muscle. 

He had girls wanting to mess around with every since he started going to this school. He was the bad boy that had a reputation that's what made the chicks want him. 

Like most bad boys his age, school was the last thing on there mind... working out, and screwing as many chicks as possible was his highest priority.

Mr. Rogen got off his phone, frustrated with his wife's complaining at how she barely ever sees him. She was an annoyance to him, he never wanted to be with her in the first place. 

When she got pregnant after the first night together that's when his parents made him marry her. At that time he was still trying to figure out his sexuality. 

It wasn't until a few years after that when he slept with his first man... an older man. That's when he knew he was suppose to be a bottom. Since then he had been cheating on her every since.....

He walked to his office only to see Curtis sitting next to the door. 

"Curtis what are you doing here?" Mr. Rogen asked. "Your supposed to be in detention, you know where that's at. "

"I know Mr. Rogen, I just wanted to explain why I was late today, and if I could get some help with the assignment." Curtis asked nicely. 

"Curtis, the assignment is straight forward, just study the vocab terms in your book. They are all highlighted for you and captioned on the bottom page." Mr. Rogen said obnoxiously. 

"I understand that sir, I just... needed help on the book assignment... from last week." He said.

"You mean the assignment you neglected to hand into me on time? You want to talk about that now?" 

"Yeah, if that's not a problem." Curtis said with a smile.

Mr. Rogen could barely keep his composure when the kid smiled at him like that. He was so sexy to him, he got an immediate hard on just from looking at the boys beautiful brown eyes. He put on this stern act every time he spoke to Curtis just to keep Curtis from guessing that he was total bottom for studs like him. 

He hated the fact that he didnt apply himself at all, but he loved that fact that he had this edge to him. A total and complete top and straight as could be. He decided to let the boy come into his office and see what he was up to. 

"Whatever, come in." He said. 

As soon as the door opened Chad immediately turned on the camera and pointed the lens out of the crack of the door.

Curtis sat down in the chair and Mr. Rogen sat down across from him at his desk. 

"So what is it that you need help on? I have an appointment very soon, so let's get this over with." 

"No problem sir." Curtis took off his leather jacket revealing his muscled arms in the black wife beater that hugged the curves of his body. 

Mr. Rogen's mouth dropped from seeing the beautiful studs body for the first time. His cock immediately got hard in his pants. 

Curtis stood up from the chair and began searching through his bag for his text book. He made sure the bag wasn't covering his crotch so his teacher could see his bulge in his jeans. 

Curtis took a few quick glances and saw that he was falling for the bait already. 

He pulled out his text book, but decided to lie about his notebook. 

"I can't seem to find my notebook sir." He said. 

He stopped looking in his bag and pretended like he was puzzled. He pulled up his beater and rubbed his abs. 

"Sorry, people scratch there heads to think about something, I scratch my abs." he said. 

It was so corny but it was working. Mr. Rogen could hardly contain himself. His hand slowly moved down to his bulge and he rubbed himself gently. 

"I guess we'll have to do with just the text book." Curtis said. 

He turned the pages to chapter 4 and then walked over to next to Mr. Rogen. Mr. Rogen immediately broke out into a sweat. 

The intoxicating scent of a fresh young eightteen year old boy mixed with a sexy male cologne soon filled his nostrils. His breathing grew more rapid when the boy stood over him, one arm on his seat and the other holding the book on the desk. He got an extreme close up of the boys veiny, muscled arm with not a single hair on them. 

He wanted so bad to just lick up and down his arm and taste him. 

"So I didn't understand this part right here." Curtis said pointing at the passage. "I didn't understand why Carolyn still wanted that dude after he played her so bad. She couldnt find another dude to mess with?" 

Mr. Rogen kind of ignored his "interesting" comment, but tried his best to answer it without stumbling over too many words. Curtis noticed the teacher's awkwardness and decided to take it further.

He stretched his arms out moving his lower body closer to Mr. Rogen's face which was now inches from his face. Mr. Rogen looked over at Curtis body from odd angle, seeing the muscles bulge through the shirt and the outline of the teen's dick pressing up against the pants. 

His mind slowly went numb and the sweat beads poured down his forehead. He could risk his 20 year career and mess with this underage teen who is exactly his type or fall back, keep his career and go back home to his annoying wife and usual fuckbuddy? 

Curtis stopped stopped stretching, after what seemed like and hour to the teacher, and took a quick look at his watch and said, "You know what, I should get going to detention and get it over with." 

He started to walk away when Mr. Rogen grabbed his arm to stop him. 

"No wait!... Don't go yet..." 

Curtis's evil smile wiped across his face. He knew it all along. 

Mr. Rogen's grip eased up on the boys arm and he slid his hand down, feeling the smooth, hairless muscled arm. 

That was the last straw....

He closed his eyes and began to kiss the boys arm with his lips. Curtis's smile grew wider and he glanced back at door where Chad was recording. Chad smiled back at him in the darkness. 

"Mr. Rogen what are you doing?" Curtis said innocently. 

The teacher stopped kissing his arm and pulled away. Suddenly he felt the excitement he felt early slowly come down and guilt took over. 

"Why'd you stop sir, that was feeling really good." Curtis said. 

"You mean, you liked it??" Mr. Rogen said.

"Hell yeah man that was kinda good." Curtis said getting out of character. 

"In that case...." Mr. Rogen pulled the teen closer to him and started unzipping his pants. 

"Don't tell anyone I did this." Mr. Rogen said sternly. 

"No problem sir." Curtis smiled, knowing that he wouldn't have to say anything.

Mr. Rogen was getting anxious to see the boys cock and it showed. He quickly reached in and pulled out his prize and he was not at all disappointed. He watched it grow in his hand and it was exactly what his bitch ass needed. 

He wasted no time in taking the boys dick in his mouth. His tongue senses went wild tasting the sweet and saltiness of Curtis's precum flowing in his mouth. Mr. Rogen's moans filled the room as sucked on that dick like it was his last and Curtis was surprised to see how eager his teacher was.

He was also shocked to see how good it was to have him sucking his dick like this. He'd never been with a man and he surprised to see that he was actually enjoying it. So good in fact that he felt the urge to cum already. 

Mr. Rogen sensed it, so he stopped sucking. 

"Wait, I was just about to shoot." Curtis said.

The teacher got up and pulled down his pants and said, "I want you to put it inside me." 

Curtis cringed at the thought of fucking this old man. It was bad enough the old fag wanted to suck him off and now this? He was going to retaliate when he thought of this being captured on video. The teacher would turn out to be a bigger freak then he already was. 

He hestitated at first but then said alright. Mr. Rogen smiled from ear to ear. 

Curtis stared at the smooth and thick ass in front of him. This was a man's ass he was about to fuck, a teacher he despised more than anything was about to get his "trophy" dick. He had to quickly envision a girl a used to mess around with.

He spit on his dick and pressed it against his hole. He was surprised to see how easy it broke through but it was still tight. 

"Oh... My.... Word.... Such a big cock you have Curtis!" Mr. Rogen said. 

Curtis tried his best not to pay attention to him speaking. He fed more of his big dick inside and his teacher began to moan out loud. Once he got it all in, he surprised again to see how warm, wet and tight it was. Like pussy but tighter. 

Like an experienced trained bottom slut, Mr. Rogen milked the boy's dick with his ass. Curtis's mouth dropped not expecting this at all. 

"Fuccckkkk...." he whispered. 

Mr. Rogen gyrated his ass around and around, up and down, back and forth on the kid, feeling that thick cock open him up more then his partner did back at the bar. 

"Such an awesome cock on you boy! Fuck me with it son!" Mr. Rogen said.

Curtis couldn't help but to follow his orders. This ass was just too good to not rape. 

Curtis got into it, fucking his teacher harder then he fucked his past girlfriends. He just yelled and begged for more while girls just cried for him to slow down when it was in there pussies. 

The desk began to shake and move and as the rough fucking turned brutal. The moans and slapping sounds were getting to Chad in the closet as he pulled out his dick and started to beat off. He did his best to keep the camera on the action.

"Yeah fuck me stud! Use my fucking ass!" Mr. Rogen yelled. 

"Oh, God... I'm gonna cum!" Curtis yelled. 

"Yeah do it boy, shoot it in my ass! Own my fucking ass!" Mr. Rogen shouted.

Curtis stopped pounding and felt his dick shoot one of the biggest loads he ever shot inside someone. So big that he's knees went weak and his head felt light. 

Mr. Rogen milked the cock in his ass making sure his ass got what it hungered for. Curtis still held onto him tight, not wanting to leave one of the best asses he'd ever fucked. 

Mr. Rogen stood up and the boys dick slowly slid out of him. He turned around and kissed Curtis on his sweaty cheek and pulled up his pants. 

"Thanks for doing this Curtis, and don't worry about the quiz tomorrow. Its on me." Mr. Rogen moved away from the desk and fixed himself up. 

Still in shock from what just happened. Curtis slowly began to put on his pants. 

"Please close and lock the door on your way out Curtis." Mr. Rogen left the office. 

Meanwhile, Chad was busy cleaning his load off with his jacket. There was so much of it that he had to use his boxers and his socks. He got up and walked out of the closet. 

"Wow..... I don't know what to say." Chad said. 

"Did you get the footage?" Curtis said trying to come back to Earth. 

"Yeah, I did, lets play it back." Chad said, really wanting to see that again.

He looked at the screen and noticed and icon flashing. 

"Hey whats this mean?" Chad pointing the screen at Curtis. 

"Dude, what the........ FUCK! There's no FUCKING TAPE!!!!" 

THE END! (Comments will be greatly appreciated.)

The Setup



My wife Amy and I walked in silence through the lobby as we made our way to the hotel elevator, both lost it seemed in our own thoughts, myself wondering if we were doing the right thing or not.

Amy had wanted this for some time now and it appeared tonight would be the night.

I could smell her sweet perfume escaping from within the dark over coat as we entered the elevator to go up.

She had dressed just as asked by the man we had met only once before, closer to home in a local motel.

Seeking out a man with such likes was a result of my wife's discovering her dark side over the last three years as we struggled to find partners to meet her needs.

Amy had discovered, inside herself, a need to be played with a bit rough with a little added danger.

Her trust for this man was a surprise to me her husband of five years, as she dressed just as asked and allowed him to pick the second person, a friend of his in a nearby town. 

Amy stands five feet seven inches tall at 130 lbs with blond hair and 36 c breasts. Her ass and legs are full and when looked at from behind quickly becomes the obsession of many a man.

Her father was a minister and she was raised very sheltered causing her to come out of her shell at full force.

As the doors open and we depart down the hall I can't help but think of the way she has dressed for the men under the large coat.

She has dressed only in thigh high stockings, heels and a bra with cut outs to push her breasts outward through the holes. I couldn't help but wonder what effect the bra was having as we walked down the hall with the coat rubbing back and forth on her nipples.

The first experience with this man told Amy every thing she needed to know of his likes and abilities.

When we had finished and Amy was just a shaking wreck, the man had mentioned he had a friend in Seattle that was good at what he did as well as had more toys that he liked to use on a woman, Amy was hooked from that point on.

I knocked several times and waited as my wife stood nervously next to me. As the door opened Amy looked worried and entered ahead of me into the strange room. We both recognized Jim as he asked us to come in, kissing Amy while embracing her back with both arms. Our attention was drawn to another man, larger in stature sitting on the couch as he smiled at Amy and myself from a short distance. Jim introduced his friend he had promised to Amy as Ted, a local from just north of Seattle. Never rising Ted shook my hand with a firm grip and asked if we should get started. 

Amy was the first to nod her head as Jim explained Ted had requested some time alone with my wife first off.

This sounded reasonable, after all it only seems logical he would want to ask her some questions first to briefly get to know her as well as perhaps ask a few other things of her as well.

The room was large for two people with separate rooms and Jim and I walked into the other room making small talk back and forth to each other.

As we sat down at the small table the door between the rooms closed quietly then muffled talk came from the other side as I could hear both Ted's voice and my wife's.

I knew the door between the rooms could be easily locked but kept an open mind knowing that Jim worked for a local firm in our town and had stand up friends as well.

Jim and I talked for what seemed like an hour but am sure it was fifteen or twenty minutes and I asked, "just how much time should we give them". Jim smiled and said Ted had promised a big surprise when we entered the room but we had to wait for him to get to know Amy first and get every thing set up.

The silence from the adjoining room was creating a deafening ring in my ears as I pretended to be interested in what Jim was saying. Once a brief silence had came between us I could now hear what sounded like my wife moaning and then saying, "no no please don't, God oh fuck, oh fuck" from the other room and what was for sure an open hand slap on bare skin, then another and so on.

Fortunately the door opened Ten or so minutes later and Ted walked in smiling with a piece of paper in his hand. "This is for you" he replied as he handed me the paper. " I'm so sorry to do this but I want to experience my fantasy at the hands of two strangers with you out of the room, I promise I will make it up to you, Kisses amy."

It was her writing and I knew it was something we had talked about in the future, but never in the terms of happening tonight.

Jim smiled and said, "don't worry I'll be with her all the time and I can vouch for Ted, I've known him for years."

I really didn't know what to do, fallow my husband's instincts and just say no, or give her what she wanted.

As I sat silent in thought Ted produced an instamatic camera and said, "I will take pictures every so often so you can see what is happening, it was her idea."

Ted spoke again saying, "I need one hour with her first before Jim comes in."

I felt out voted, three to one and began to voice my concerns and consent, feeling as if I had just made a bad deal buying a car and now had to drive it home.

Minutes later Jim and I drank alone from the mini bar talking of what Ted had done in the past and how he owned a small studio he rented out for couples and more just out of town a ways.

Ted specialized in training women to be submissive and was highly regarded in the field. 

Jim then produced a DVD from his coat pocket and asked if I would like to see it.

From his suitcase he then retrieved a laptop computer and sat it on the table in front of us turning it on.

Once Jim had slipped the DVD in my eyes were drawn to the directories available for viewing.

They ranged from, " teaching Carol to forcing Sara" I asked to look at the "wives trained" as it seemed appropriate for what my wife might be in for this evening.

The first video struck home as a man watched on from a seat near by as a brunet, whom I assumed was his wife was taken slowly by two men in masks. Her hands were tied behind her back and she wore a blindfold as the men had their way with her, slowly teasing and taking turns at her while the other would hold her in various positions. It seemed to get a little rough as one masked man pushed three fingers in her then moved them side to side in a blur of speed while lifting her ass up off the bed forcing her to bend backwards as the second man locked hands behind her back to assist as his cock hung in her face. Her muscles went taut as she experienced a massive G spot orgasm at the rough hands of the two men.

My attention was then brought from the scene on the Laptop screen to the sounds coming from the other room. A loud shaking and hum emanated from behind the door as well as the sounds of Amy whining, then a slap, slap, slap along with other noises that made no sense to me. 

This went on for 10 minutes or so then a silence permeated the room. Moments later Ted slowly opened the door and asked that Jim now come in. before both men had disappeared into the other room I was handed a set of pictures by Ted as he smiled then turned away.

I laid the pictures in front of me in a pile, afraid of what I might see avoiding even glancing at the top one.

Taking a deep breath I glanced down to the pictures seeing my wife in the first one, her legs pulled wide apart over two chairs three or so feet apart and backs to each other. Her legs went below each chairs back and rested on the cushions at about her knees. A rod had been tied across the two chairs up against her back, holding the chairs in position and her upright as well I assumed.

Ropes had been laced in a crisscross around her breasts and over the rod causing her tits to be forced out ahead of her body and slightly flush in color. Her hands remained untied and held the top of each chair back.

In the next picture Ted pulled on one nipple hard forming her breast into a cone of flesh being pulled away from her chest.

Next was a shot from below of her open sex hanging free between the chairs with Ted's wet hand three fingers deep in her open pussy.

The next one jolted me a bit as it was a larger view of her position showing her blindfolded, collared with arms now secured behind her back pulled over the pole and down with wrists tied to each chair with a short piece of rope.

The room was silent for the longest time as I listened while gazing at new directories on the DVD.

Out of nowhere the room next door now came alive with noises that I could not make out, slapping whining, grunting one of which I was sure was my wife Amy. This went on for some time than all at once again there was silence. Moment's later Jim appeared through the door wearing only a bathrobe and handed me this time a large set of pictures and smiled. He said Amy was a real wildcat and I could come in real soon and join in. As Jim stepped back through the door to leave I could see my wife Amy on the bed now facing away from me, kneeling with her knees wide apart and her arms raised high above her head as if tied to something on the ceiling. She wore a corset, blindfold, heels and nothing else. Her ass cheeks were distorted somehow, perhaps wider apart and with a slight red tint. She was shaking slightly and something black was filling the space between her legs. I could see Ted on his knees in front of her with both hands on her shoulders as if pressing her slowly down onto the black object below her. As the door closed Ted removed his hands from her shoulders and began to slap her tits one after the other hard from the sides, causing both to come briefly into view even from behind as they swung out from the force of his slapping. 

I recalled the scene as the door was closed and I again thought of the request she had made and my agreement to honor it, tempted to bust through the door and demand I be let in now.

I found myself gazing down at the pictures Jim had left with me, only then clearing the sight from my mind. The first one was totally obscene and showed Liz tied still over the two chairs with Ted's cock buried deep in her throat as he manipulated her head using a clump of her blond hair. 

The next was from underneath and behind, showing his large cock penetrating her pussy while he pushed one finger into her ass at the same time.

The next was the same only this time a large white vibrator had replaced his finger and was a blur with movement in and out of her ass. Next was one of Jim now pushing his cock down he throat with a hand from the cameraman, "Ted" holding her head by the hair. 

The last one was enough to make me lose it in my shorts, Taken from below by one of the men you could see both their cocks in her at the same time as she hung between the two chairs.

I jumped a little as the door again opened and Ted appeared saying, "ok time to come in".

As I entered the room I could see my wife in a very exposed position on the bed and toys scattered all about. They had tied Amy's hands out to each side of the bed top and pulled her legs up over her head and wide open as she lay on her back with a blindfold on.

Her pussy and ass were totally exposed and a wire ran out of her ass to a small box next to her.

Ted began to thank me for the use of her and offering to let them do as they wished.

He said he had placed a large vibrating egg inside her ass and it would bring me off immediately once he turned it on.

I needed no more coaxing than that to take my pants off and slide into her.

"Oh baby, yes fuck me hun, please fuck me" Amy moaned out as if from the depths of her stomach as I began to slide in and out of her hot pussy. Instantly a sloshing sound began as the men's sperm began to move about inside her. I moved in and out as I thought to myself, "so much for my request for them to use condoms".

Ted then switched on the egg and my balls instantly contracted, as did my wife's pussy as her whole lower body came alive with vibrations emanating from deep in her ass below my cock.

The men moved to both sides of Amy on the bed as we performed our private act, Jim locking his lips over hers in a kiss as Ted played with her tits, pulling and pinching her nipples one after the other.

We came together, Amy bucking in her bonds and me depositing yet another load inside her for what seemed like forever.

Ted was not shy about getting a bit rough with Amy as he removed the egg form her ass, leaving it on while sliding three fingers in around the cord while pulling in short jerks and slapping her pussy with the other hand at the same time. Amy came once more as Ted did this, pushing an amazing amount of cum from her pussy over Ted's fingers still buried in her ass.

Once untied from her bonds, Amy said nothing while struggling to walk to the bathroom as the three of us discussed what had happened and how they could be gotten a hold of for more fun some other time.

Ted said he would like to do a shoot with us if we wanted and wrote down his e-mail address.

After the men had departed I sat on the side of the tub as Amy soaked in the hot water.

I was shocked when Amy asked why I let them do as they wished for so long with me out of the room.

I reminded her that she had written the note and I knew it was her writing.

Amy looked at me and explained then that Ted had ordered her to write the note once he had tied her between the chairs and had slowly worked several large toys up inside her pussy and ass,

" I couldn't say no at that point as he pushed them further up inside me, then threatening to continue adding more if I did not write what he had told me". She told me had almost made her pass out as he added toy after toy once she had written the note, saved from the pain only by orgasms that racked her body, one after another.

My mind went back to the picture showing her hands untied, as I said nothing.

Later my wife Amy told me of what other things they had done and that Ted was the cruelest, always taking her to the edge before stopping no matter what he was doing.

I found out that the black thing between her legs as she was trussed on her knees upright on the bed was a large black mushroom shaped object larger than Ted's hand that she was made to push down onto, stretching her pussy as the men ran other toys up her ass and slapped her tits and ass hard.

Amy told me she had lost track of her orgasms, as she had so many, and Ted had always worked her towards the next one as if he knew how many she was capable of better than she.

The strange thing is I think she is hooked on the whole experience now and has already talked of doing more, only with me their the whole time.

Myself I can't wait to see what happens next!



The Setup



As I was getting my house ready for the guests I had coming over today, I was upstairs in the linen closet putting away some towels. I had a couple girlfriends staying with my boyfriend and I for the week and I heard them laughing and giggling in their room as I went about doing things upstairs.

I heard them talking, then there was silence

followed by some low moans. I crept to the door and listened in on them. I could hear Terri talking nasty to her girlfriend Ariana, saying, “Yes, faster” and “Oh please, take it deeper.” 

I was getting turned on listening to them and I ran my hand under my robe. Untying the sash, I began to rub my pussy slowly, using my thumb to tease my swelling clit as I slid one, then two fingers into my wet folds. 

I stood there, listening to their moans and

whispers. I pumped myself furiously as I wanted to

release and move away from the door before they caught on that they were being spied on. My nipples were so hard as I rubbed them against the roughness of the painted door. 

My fingers thrust in and out of myself faster as my thumb rubbed my clit. I felt my orgasm coming as I slammed my fingers into my aching pussy and felt the sudden tightness in my tummy as my orgasm ripped through me. I lost my balance and fell against the door before I realized my error and moved away from the door.

I heard Ariana cumming as she said in a much

louder voice, “Fuck me Terri, fuck me, fuck me

harder!” I rubbed my clit, still enjoying the sensation of my orgasm when the door flew open and standing there was both Ariana and Terri. 

I must have had a strange look on my face, seeing Ariana standing there until Terri told me they set me up because they saw my shadow on the floor just under the door when I was putting away the towels. They both were sitting on the bed playing up to an erotic session. Both were nude and Terri's nipples were still wet from Ariana’s sucking on them.

I nervously laughed at my predicament as Terri

grabbed my hand and yanked me into their bedroom. 

Ariana pulled my robe off my shoulders then slid a

finger into my aching pussy. She pulled it from me

and brought it to her lips and licked the wetness from it.  

She said I was a bad girl because I didn't share my orgasm with them and they told me to lie on the bed. They each sat on either side of me and each lifting one of their own legs up onto the bed, they parted their sweet lips for me and told me to lick them both and not to spend more time on one and not the other.

As I turned from side to side, I was able to push my tongue out and lick the clit of each girl. They were able to watch me as I licked the other while massaging their breasts. I attempted to bring my hands up to grab their butts to push them more onto my tongue, but Terri swatted my hand away and said if I needed to touch something, then it had better be myself. 

Then Ariana told me to show them how I had fucked myself out in the hallway, so I started rubbing my clit while I continued to lick them. As I got a steady rhythm going on myself, alternately licking them was easy. I had Terri cumming first and her orgasm was pretty strong as she shook and spasmed her way through it. 

Ariana took a little more time as I had to drive my tongue deeper into her pussy as she rolled her nipples in her fingers, but she finally came and coated my tongue and chin with her sweet wetness.

Terri had slid off the bed by now and had grabbed her 18-inch double-headed dildo. She sat on the edge of the bed and began licking, then sucking the head of the dildo while she pumped my pussy with her other hand. She lowered the dildo to my parted labia and slid it inside, pushing it as far as she could until I felt it hit my uterus.

She grasped the shaft and slid it back out maybe an inch then grasped it again. She used this to know just how deep she could sink it into me without bruising my uterus. She began a slow thrusting, drawing it out almost all the way then sliding it right back in until her fist touched my lips. She drew it out once more and popped it out of me. As she held it up, I could see the shaft coated with my juices as it glistened in the light.

She slapped it against my breasts before pushing it back up inside me. She began a steady pumping now as she told me to lift my knees to my chest and hold them as I wrapped my arms under my knees. The sensation of the shaft stretching my pussy felt wonderful. 

Just then I felt fingers on the rim of my ass, then a cool dollop of KY jelly being applied then a finger pushing past my sphincter. It pumped several times then withdrew. I then felt the head of a dildo pushing against the opening. 

As the head popped in, I moaned, feeling more of the dildo being pushed into my ass then the sensation of a certain fullness overwhelming me and a blinding orgasm screamed through me. All I could do was moan and go with the tingling sensation as both dildos were now alternating in and out.

I felt movement on the bed and the thrusting

stopped as Ariana crossed her legs in front of me. I looked down to see Terri slipping the other ends of the dildos into her pussy and ass. Terri pushed both toys deep into me then had Ariana push her body against them. 

When she was done moving around, she, too, was

fully impaled. She then moved back a bit and pulled her knees to her chest. Terri, in the middle of us, grasped both shafts and tied a leather strap over both and pulled the ends tightly together. She then grabbed the middle in one hand and began pumping the both of us. She had Ariana and I relax our legs and hold them against each other in the air so it brought our hips down and the dildos could easily slide between us. 

The sensations were incredible as we both experienced the same feelings. Ariana began to spasm first, followed closely by me. Terri kept pumping us until we achieved several more orgasms and after some time, it felt like one continuous long orgasm as the sensations of the stimulation and the fullness became overwhelming. 

Terri slowed after a bit and Ariana and I let our legs drop across each other. We both were exhausted yet very satisfied. I caressed her legs as we lay in pure bliss. Terri eased the dildo from our pussies first, the shaft glistening from each of us as she set it aside. Then she removed the dildo that connected us anally. When both toys were out of my body, I could not describe how empty I felt inside.

I could feel my heart racing, chest rising and falling from the extreme yet satisfying workout. Terri lay beside Ariana and lifted her leg up, going right to work on her own soft pussy and after a few minutes, she was coming as hard as we did. It was a wonderful experience.

As we rested a bit afterwards, Terri wanted to know if that would suffice me for a while until more later in the afternoon, as things needed to be done in preparation for three couples I know were coming over for dinner and play. 

I asked her for one more orgasm, but with her tongue this time and she went right to work on sucking my pussy. She licked and lapped at it slow and steady until I was gushing in her mouth. I had Ariana's fingers pinching my nipples, which added more sensation to what Terri was doing to me. It was a very satisfying moment for all three of us.



The Setup



"I'm still not sure that this is such a great idea, Tracy." Steven chose to stare into his coffee as he spoke, rather than look at his girlfriend. 

"I already told Jennifer that you would." She replied. I know that you don't like her, but she's really sweet if you get to know her."

"I don't understand why this doesn't bother you, Tracy. Don't you want me to be loyal to you?"

"It's only this one time, Steven. When I get back, we'll pick up where we left off. Jennifer is my friend and she needs this. Who else would you want me to ask? She's ready for it this weekend, even got on the pill just for this. I have to go home for the weekend, so it all works out. You'll have the room all to yourself. Just be the same ... sensitive person...that you always are."

"Alright Tracy", Steven said. "I promised that I would do this and I will, I just want you to know that I have my doubts."

"That's what I want to hear, Stevie. Remember that Jennifer will be waiting for you to have dinner. Now, I've got to catch my ride. Don't worry. 'Luv ya'." Tracy leaned over for one of those quick 'see you later' smooches and left the dining hall. Steven continued to brood over his coffee alone.

Steven hated it when Tracy called him 'Stevie'. When she did, it meant that he was being lassoed into something that he didn't really want to do. Usually, it meant taking her to a shopping mall, or to some disco that he was hoping to avoid. Steven did it because Tracy was an expert at repaying favors. When they met earlier in the school year it was Tracy who had been the more sexually experienced of the two. Steven had learned quickly under Tracy's tutelage. Their fun times together covered over the rough spots.

Steven's task for the weekend was to introduce Tracy's roommate and best friend, Jennifer, to the pleasures of sex, or 'lovemaking' as the girls had insisted on calling it. Steven was at a loss about why he had been chosen for Jennifer's contrived deflowering. It was true that she had very few (actually zero) dates. He knew the reason why. Jennifer was as socially inexperienced as she was sexually naïve. She was someone who would always say the wrong thing or get in the way at precisely the wrong moment. Steven knew that she didn't mean it. She only wanted to be part of what was happening, but just didn't know how to do it.

Steven knew that his and Tracy's playtime in their dorm room piqued Jennifer. She would always hint to them to tell her details. Sometimes Tracy did after Steven left. The recounting excited Jennifer and made her dream of her own future encounters. Once, Jennifer asked if she could watch them. Tracy had agreed, but Steven turned her down. When Steven and Tracy concluded their sexual activity for the night, they would all sleep in the same room, Jennifer in her bed, and Steven and Tracy in the other across the room. All of this made Jennifer try even harder to find a young man who would be willing to become her boyfriend. Jennifer pressed, and it distanced candidates from her. It had been Tracy's view for a long time that Jennifer would be happier if she found a young man to bed her. It became obvious that it would not happen soon if nature was relied on to take its course.

Steven looked at his watch. It was getting late. He didn't have time for his coffee. He picked up his books and hurried to class.

************** 

As Steven strolled across the quad to Jennifer and Tracy's dorm he had to admit that he felt a little nervous. He slowed his pace a little to give him more time to think. Surely, he did not lack experience. He had no feelings for Jennifer, either. He didn't dislike her, as Tracy insisted. Jennifer could be a pain in the rump at times, but he knew that she only realized that she was after committing the offending deed. Anyway, it was never out of malice or spite, just bad timing or over-exuberance. She was seldom an obstacle between Tracy and him. She was just always 'there'. She was a footstool without a chair, always in the way without a purpose, decorated with plainness, potentially useful but lacked the proper setting. 

Steven was taking Jennifer to "dinner" at the campus dining hall. On Fridays most of the student body left campus to visit home. The dining hall would serve steak as an inducement to get the students to stay over the weekend. It didn't work very well, but steak was still on the menu. It gave Steven and Tracy some advantages: a nice meal where the price was right (it was covered by the meal plan); a nearly empty dining hall where they could sit and talk without attracting a crowd. Best yet, casual student-mode dress would be the order of the day.

Steven knocked on Jennifer's door and she appeared instantly. Steven calculated that she must have been watching for him from her window. She was dressed as usual: faded jeans, sweatshirt, sneakers, and windbreaker. The jeans were about a size too big. It made Jennifer look skinny. The sweatshirt was baggy, too. She never wore makeup, so she appeared pale and her lips were barely darker than her skin. She wore her ashen blond hair parted in the middle, falling downward aside her face and down her back to her shoulder blades. It smelled like strawberries, so Steven knew that she had shampooed it that afternoon. It was the nearest thing to perfume that he could detect.

"Hi, Jennifer" Steven said. "Are you ready?"

Her sudden look of fright struck Steven like a slap in the face.

"I meant, ready for dinner."

Jennifer looked down at her shoes, embarrassed. All at once her cheeks attained a rosy hue. Although she was just blushing from the awkward exchange, Steven thought she looked better with some color in her face.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you hungry, because I know I am?"

"Oh, Steven, we've gotten off to such a bad start. I'm sorry. I'm just nervous. I'm hungry, too."

As they started for the dining hall Steven tried to reassure her. "It's okay, really, Jenn."

"He called me 'Jenn'!" she thought. "He's never used that name for me. Maybe he likes me little after all."

"Steven", she said out loud, "There are some things that I want to ask you about tonight. You see ..."

Steven held up his hand to stop her. "Let's wait until we can sit down at an empty table before we talk about that." He said. "We don't need to have an audience." She was grateful that he had saved her from another faux pas.

"This is typical Jennifer." Steven thought to himself. "When she gets nervous she starts bumbling."

****************** 

They didn't have much to say until they found an empty table. 

"Steven, I couldn't believe it when Tracy told me that you had asked to do this. It means a lot to me."

Steven's instincts told him to throw his hands up, deny the assumption, and straighten out this would-be nymph. He retrieved the words just as they were about to pass his lips and sear themselves into Jennifer's fragile psyche. Steven thought better to listen and learn.

"I didn't know that Tracy told you that." He knew that more details would come forth if he applied the slightest amount of patience.

"Well, yes, she did. She told me not to tell you that she told me, but I guess that it just slipped out. Anyway, Steven, I think that you're really nice to do this."

"It was nice of Tracy to make it happen." Steven countered, polite but not quite truthful. He was right; details were starting to come forth.

"Tracy's such a giving person." Jennifer said. "We had been talking about how good it would be if I could find someone to do this and then she said you had just jumped at it when she was asking you for ideas on finding the right guy."

They didn't say anything for a minute while they ate. Then Jennifer started talking again.

"I would never have had the nerve to think this up for myself." She said. "Tracy really helped me. She made me realize that I had to lose my virginity to feel more confident with guys. She helped me with the birth control pills and everything."

Jennifer's discourse brought clarity to Steven. Now he realized that he and Jennifer had one thing in common in that they had been set up by Tracy. He couldn't understand why Tracy had done it. She enjoyed orchestrating people and events, but this was over the top. Steven had no desire to join in the manipulation, but now Jennifer seemed so eager. He decided to probe further.

"Why do you think that breaking your virginity will make you less nervous around guys, Jennifer?"

"Well", she answered, "I think guys have a way of knowing which girls are virgins, and it makes them act differently; then I act different towards them. That's when I open my big mouth and get into trouble. Every time a guy looks my way, I think that he's sizing me up to figure if he wants to get into my pants. I get self-conscious and go to pieces. Maybe if I know about sex, it will give me some confidence and I'll stop worrying about it all the time."

She seemed so convinced. Steven wanted to ask her if she was sure it was her idea or Tracy's, but he couldn't do so without appearing to be backing out. He tried another angle.

"You must be nervous, Jennifer." He said. "After all, even if you have good reasons, it's a big step."

"Oh, I am!" she replied. "There's so much that I want to ask you before we go back to the dorm room."

"I'm all ears." He said.

"First, I don't know exactly what to do. I mean, I think that I know the basics, but I don't want to do anything wrong. You know what I mean?"

Steven nodded in understanding.

"Jennifer, I think that you tend to worry about things that you don't need to worry about. Just let nature take over. Your body will tell you what to do. Just relax and be natural."

Steven let that sink in and continued. "It's supposed to be 'fun', you know. A lot of people keep doing it because they enjoy it. If you're thinking of this as something that you have to get out of the way, maybe it would be better to save it for another time."

"No, Steven", she retorted. "I didn't mean it that way. I'm just a little nervous."

"It would be natural for you to be nervous, Jennifer. It's mostly fear of the unknown. After we get started everything will all fall into place. In the morning we'll look back and have a laugh on it."

"The morning!" They would be waking up together. It was a thought that hit Jennifer all at once. She hadn't thought about the impending finality. She wondered how it would change her. She finally understood that what she was planning was more than an adventure like shopping at a new mall. As she and Tracy had planned out the tryst it had all seemed so matter-of fact. It was detail-oriented: the pills, the weekend alone, getting the right guy. Now it took on proportions of an important lifetime event.

Jennifer cast her eyes down to the table. Steven sensed there was more to be discussed.

"I think there you have something more on your mind, Jennifer."

"Steven", she began, "I hope that you won't be angry by my asking you this." She didn't wait for him to answer. "Have you ever taken a girl through her first time before?"

The question gave Steven a sudden alarm. He had a formula that he always relied on. One constant in the equation: never divulge what he had done with one girl to another one. He had never been guilty of it. He learned his lesson the easy way, by observation, as friends' secrets told returned in their inevitable circular path at the worst possible moment.

Jennifer saw the angst in Steven's brow. "Oh, no!" she thought, "I've done it again!" 

She paused a moment, then spoke again, thinking that honesty might save the day. "I only asked you that because..." She paused again. She lifted her head up and said. "I don't know how to ask you this. Will it hurt? Tracy said that it really will hurt a lot. She thought that I should have some drinks first to, you know, dull the pain. What do you think?"

Steven lowered his defenses. He felt the fear contained in Jennifer's voice. He sought to comfort her if he could. It was wrong of Tracy to set her up with such dread expectations. Perhaps Tracy wished to limit their success. 

"I had an experience before I started going with Tracy. It was nice, I think, for both of us." 

Steven continued, "It won't necessarily hurt. It might, a little. I can't say for sure, but I think that it depends on the individual. Forget about the drinking, I don't know how that would help. One thing I do know: you have to relax. There's more pain involved in pushing apart muscles that are cramped up than in breaking through a hymen."

Jennifer sat pensively for a moment, summoning courage for her final confession.

"Steven, I might as well tell you everything. I don't have any experience at all. It's not just being a virgin. I've never even had a boy make out with me or had one see me with any of my clothes off. I've never even been kissed, at least the way I've seen you and Tracy kiss. I know that you must think I'm pathetic, but I had to tell you this, so that you can understand why I'm so nervous."

"Jennifer", Steven said, "I'm not that surprised. When people start making out it leads them go a little further every time, until they've gone 'all the way'. So, when I found out that you're a virgin, I really didn't expect you to have a lot of experience. You don't have to be ashamed about it. The right moment comes at different times for everyone. If you have any doubts about going through with it, just say the word. You don't have to do anything that you don't want to."

Jennifer listened to him. Steven's answer gave her some comfort. She still had a case of nerves, but was thinking that Steven would make everything alright. 

Steven saw her thinking on what he'd said.

"Take it one step at a time. You'll feel some new things that you'll really like. Concentrate on those. Just remember that you can call it off at any time...and we'll still be friends."

The last part, about "being friends", made Jennifer smile. As they rose to clear their table Jennifer thought that she was taking her last walk after her last meal.

"This is it!" she said to herself. She barely heard Steven speaking.

"I'll give you awhile to get ready. I thought that I would take a shower first. I'll knock at your door at eight."

*************** 

As they left the dining hall Steven and Jennifer parted to go to their separate dorm rooms. As Steven walked he thought to himself that he would have liked to have a little more time to think things over. He found himself uncomfortably in the middle. He didn't know Jennifer well enough to have deep feelings for her. Now, after their dinner together, he knew her too well to want to bed her purely out of lust. Jennifer and Tracy were expecting performance from him. If he were to back out Jennifer would think it a sign of rejection, not consideration for her. 

Steven started thinking about Tracy and asked himself why she had arranged to have him and Jennifer in the positions that they were in. He wasn't sure that Tracy's motives were so altruistic. He had never known a female to relinquish a hold on a man 'unselfishly', just to give a sexually underprivileged friend a chance at bedroom bliss. Women hated comparisons of themselves with other women, particularly in matters of their nude bodies and sexual skills. This setup was sure to create just such an evaluation. Was Tracy so confident that she sought a comparison in order to reinforce Steven's preference for her? Was she so sure to hoist the bedroom trophy? Maybe Tracy had set a test for Steven. Perhaps Tracy's motive was her penchant for manipulation that Steven knew too well. In Tracy's world sex was an activity with many uses. At any rate, Steven never fooled himself that he was in love with Tracy, but he enjoyed her talents and the security that their steady relationship gave him. The importance of it seemed to be dimming in the light of the present circumstance.

As he ambled to his dorm, Steven tried to sort his way through his conflicted soul. He gazed at the prospect of a weekend of carnal delights with his girlfriend's roommate on loan. For a total commitment of forty-eight hours, he would be free to wander wherever his creative libido and persuasive talents with Jennifer would lead them. Jennifer didn't look like she would require a lot of persuading. After that, he could catch up for lost time with Tracy. Who knew, maybe Jennifer could be on call, or more. Many possibilities entered Stevens mind. Instinct told him to stop complaining. Jennifer had made her own choice. 

It was the nagging whisper that irritated him. During their dinner together Jennifer had exposed her vulnerability so openly. Maybe she would lead a happier life if she allowed herself to be wooed and courted by a young man who sought to be her first lover. Maybe the young man would be as inexperienced as Jennifer, and they would learn love's delights together. Steven knew that he could do a credible job in the physical initiation of the naïve girl. How could he give her the thrill of mutual desire that every person seeks. He sought the answer, but it was not in him.

Jennifer became human during their dinner together. She had feared Steven's pity in her confessions of sexual naiveté. She was mistaken. Steven admired her bravery in opening her secrets to him. He started liking her for her honesty. Her partial innocence was a mystery. She was inexperienced, to be sure, but was responsible for the contrivance that he was now a part of. He decided that she might be a diamond in the rough. He wondered about the person hiding underneath the façade of social bumbling. 

At least Jennifer rated a shower, shave and change of clothes. He had time for that, and to purchase a bottle of wine for them to share.

************************ 

Steven arrived at Jennifer's room cleaned up, and with a bouquet of flowers and bottle of rose'. He wasn't sure what to expect from Jennifer or himself. It was an unusual assignation. 

Steven was used to the customary baking that took place in almost any first-time date. There would be a careful testing and measuring process followed by period of mixing and kneading. He would check the temperature by gently pressing in a digit like a baker trying a loaf of bread to see if it was ready to come out of the oven. Sometimes it would be just right and ready to enjoy. At other times the loaf might need more baking. When that would happen the flavor would be all-the-better because of the longer warming time. He would never let a loaf become overdone. It would be hard and crusty. Sometimes it would be apparent that the loaf would just never be right for his palette, so he would let it go, to be finished by another baker with different tastes than he. 

The contrivance to which he had agreed was a bypass of the traditional process. It was like buying a loaf of store-bought bread. It was ready to eat but with an unknown taste. He told himself to be happy that the work had been done for him. It was unsatisfying, however, and bread is always best fresh and warm from the oven, prepared in just the right way so that the eating of it yields the greatest pleasure. Perhaps he could reheat Jennifer to a golden brown toast, and she would taste good, too.

As he mounted the stairs to Jennifer's floor he wondered how he would find her. After the conversation in the dining hall he half-expected her to have run away in fright. Possibly Tracy had issued some pre-flight instructions prior to her departure. Probably, he thought, he would find her in her jeans and sweatshirt, not knowing what to do or how to start. He was determined that the final decision had to be Jennifer's. It could not be because Tracy wanted it, or that he had been promised her favor for the night. If Jennifer was unready, he would accept that she was one of those loaves better passed on to another baker.




The Setup



Steven approached the door. He knocked and waited. For long seconds there was no answer. At last the handle turned and the door slowly opened a few inches. Through the narrow opening he saw Jennifer peering at him. Her face was all that he could see. There wasn't much light shining out from the room behind her.

"It's me, Steven!" he announced.

Jennifer raised her fingers to her lips and issued a loud "Shhhh!", then opened the door all the way. She grabbed Steven's hand and pulled him into the room, shutting the door quickly behind them. Steven stood just inside the doorway. Jennifer had stepped back several paces.

The lamps in the room were turned off. A lone candle off to the side provided the only light. It took Steven's eyes a few seconds to adjust to the subdued glimmering. Before him, Jennifer stood in an amazing transformation. It was shocking and pleasant. The flickering candlelight bathed her. Steven knew it was a 'Jennifer' that had never been seen by any person. Her plain-jane aura had been discarded. Jennifer wore a satin nightgown that extended halfway between her hip and knee. Over that she wore a matching peignoir of a gauzy material that was fastened only by a single button at the neck. It exposed the nightie to view, but hid its details. Steven spied the outline of matching panties beneath the outer layer. The ensemble was blue. In the half-light it took on an aqua hue on the side nearest the candlelight and a royal blue appearance on the darker side. It was a color that complimented her blond tresses. Jennifer had redone her hair, not in a fancy contrivance, but brushed it in a way that gave it fullness and wave and held away from her face. She was barefoot, suggesting the innocence that she was soon to relinquish. A hint of perfume betrayed her carnal intentions. In all, it was a seductive presence as she stood still in the middle of the room, hands at her sides as she allowed Steven to survey her.

It took all of Jennifer's courage to remain still while Steven eyed her. She didn't know why, but a voice inside her told her that she had to do so. Although her outfit covered most of her, she felt naked. In his eyes was an emerging betrayal of the lust that he felt but did not yet speak. Her wearing the negligee was a statement that made her naked of defenses. By showing herself to him in this way she had stepped over the fence of virginity with one foot. Straddling the barrier, her display invited him to come hither to help her cross over completely.

Jennifer waited for Steven's move. He indulged himself long seconds, savoring the new creation before him. Seconds turned to hours on Jennifer's clock. The sensation of being on display was foreign to her. Many emotions flooded through her so fast that she was unable to sort through them. She was a novice tightrope walker midway between posts. She had taken irretrievable steps away from safety. Her partner awaited her at the far terminal. She was frozen, unable to retreat but with no plan for moving forward. She hoped for a safety net below, but dared not look downward to search for it. 

She resolved to wait for as long as necessary. She made no movement, nor intended to, until Steven acknowledged her.

In her ears was the distant thunder of oncoming hooves, an impending stampede of events set to rush over her. Her heart was pounding to match the rhythm and intensity of the savage herd. She fought a desperate battle to stave off the outward show of panting that would signal her fear. She was naked in deed, and would soon be nude in fact. She was trembling a little, and hoped that Steven did not notice. She had recreated her visage to earn Steven's acceptance of whatever feminine charms she might possess. As she waited for his answer, she prayed for confirmation. She longed to know if Steven appreciated the presentation. 

"Jennifer", Steven said softly, "I don't know what to say, except how beautiful you look."

Here, in a single sentence was placed the acceptance that Jennifer had longed for. 

Steven was justified in attesting to her loveliness. He had never pictured her as she was at that moment. The bagginess of her daily apparel had so cruelly hidden her supple form. It was clear that her figure was flawless. Steven's eyes continued to roam over her. Although only medium in height, Jennifer's body appeared long and lithe. Her breasts were covered by the negligee and peignoir, but he could see that they were mounted firmly in her chest and were just ample enough to match her frame. He longed to see the nipples and imagined them stiff with excited desire. He glanced down to her partially uncovered thighs and noted her delicate, but toned muscles. Steven considered Jennifer's voluntary display for his inspection. He knew that many young maidens would be unable to stand such a test. He admired her pluck for doing it. Inspired by the work of art before him, Steven's own breathing quickened.

He turned and locked the door behind him with a loud click that made Jennifer startle as the single sound signaled their isolation from the world. Steven reached out his hands.

"These are for you;" nodding at the flowers, "and this is for us later on", raising the bottle of rose'.

*************** 

Jennifer grasped the flowers to her breast and thrust her face into them. Their scent and softness were a salve for her soul, a simple piece of truth and beauty. 

"Thank you, Steven. That was very sweet of you." She peered out at him from the cradle of the bouquet. Although the flowers covered her nose and mouth, Steven thought he detected a smile in the crinkles around her eyes.

Steven mused over whether Jennifer meant the gift of the flowers, or his compliment. The bottle of rose' remained unattended in his outstretched arm, so Steven fit it into the mini-refrigerator in the corner of the dorm room so it could chill for later refreshment. He stripped off his jacket and set it aside.

Steven stood and faced Jennifer who was still holding the bouquet to her face watching him. He slowly approached her, gently pried the bouquet from her hands, and set it on the chest of drawers nearby. Her smile disappeared with the protective flowers. In its place appeared a doe-eyed girl whose fear was refreshed by the imminence of the long-awaited action.

Steven stepped a little closer. With a gentle palm he cupped the side of her face, a test of her acceptance. He leaned in, still with his hand gently upon her face, and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Jennifer was pliant enough, but offered no return initiative. He released the kiss and caressed her from the line of her brow to her chin. He wrapped his arm loosely about her shoulder and tried the kiss again. This time she parted her lips a little. He enjoyed the softness that he found, the gradual yielding to his advances. He swirled the other arm about her. He probed her parted lips with his tongue. She yielded more. Steven felt her absorbing the first time pleasure.

As Steven took her over, Jennifer realized that she was crossing another line. She felt his tongue enter her. She gave in to it. His man's size and strength, his insistence and his tenderness were promises to her of awaiting pleasures if she could force herself over the final barrier.

He released her and moved back one step. Steven reached to her throat and undid the single button of the peignoir. He ceremoniously peeled it down her arms that had fallen to her sides, finally removing it from her altogether and setting it aside. He raised his hands back to her bare shoulders. She gasped slightly, expecting him to push down the straps of her nightie for a quick exposure. Instead, with a practiced gentleness, he retraced his earlier path. This time he stroked down her shoulders to her bare arms, ending in her palms.

It was a touching that made Jennifer thrill with sensuality. She longed for him to repeat the journey. She let out a quiet "mmm" to show her approval and encourage him. Steven understood the hint and stroked down her arms again. For Jennifer, it was not new like the first time; it gave a different pleasure because she sensed that her reaction had prompted him. Steven embraced Jennifer again and kissed her. This time Jennifer threw her arms around his shoulders and kissed back. She breathed into him through flared nostrils. She wanted him to know that she enjoyed his pleasuring her. 

Steven felt aroused and in command. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes searching for permission. She was looking back with anticipation. He placed his hand on the lacy strap on her shoulder and began to push it to the end of her shoulder.

************* 

Jennifer became aware of Steven's intent and let out a stifled whimper. She trembled, an involuntary reaction. She had so relished his attention to her senses a few seconds ago. She wanted to continue but the onrush of progress re-sparked her fear. 

Steven removed his hand. "It's alright, Jennifer. Don't be afraid."

"I'm so sorry Steven!" She replied, with tears flowing freely and the trembling unabated. "I know you must be upset with me. You've been so kind. Just give me a minute and we can get back to it. I'm just so nervous!"

"It's alright." Steven repeated. "You should know how beautiful you are right now."

Steven spoke the truth. In the candlelight, clad only in the blue negligee, Jennifer emitted a special beauty. Her bare shoulders had a sculpted look, with classic lines in white marble. The bare arms flowing from them were delicately supple. The bodice of the gown covered her breasts, but their forms could be discerned beneath the shiny blue fabric. It made the viewer yearn all the more for their unveiling. 

Steven was disappointed, not in Jennifer, but himself. A short time ago he felt himself in control, an oarsman on a great current of building desire. Somehow, they had broken free of the channel and now drifted unproductively. He reminded himself that he had committed himself to allowing Jennifer's deflowering to be of her own desire. He was at a tilting point at which recovery or cessation would follow. He realized that he now wanted this nubile maiden. Despite his inward promise to accede to Jennifer's desires, he would help her make the 'right' decision, if he could.

"Jennifer", he said, "you're just tense. I sensed it in the dining hall. I should have known that you would still be that way. Let's just take our time."

"I don't know if I can, Steven." She replied. "I want to, but it's just hard to let go. This is the furthest I have ever gone. I know it's unfair to you. Please forgive me!"

Steven knew that his next move had to be the right one.

"Jennifer, lie down on the bed. I'll give you a back massage and we can spend some time together. You can stop me any time you want to. If you want me to go, I will."

Jennifer calmed a little. The "out-clause" Steven offered made her feel more secure. 

"C'mon! Lie down on your stomach. Relax!" Steven beckoned Jennifer to her bed. Earlier she had fitted it with clean linens and turned it down as she waited for Steven's arrival. Jennifer climbed onto the bed, head upon the pillow, her hair splaying out a halo around her head.

************** 

Steven removed his shoes so that he could join Jennifer on the bed. It would be more prudent to keep the rest of his clothing on for now. Jennifer tensed as she felt him sit alongside her. He took a seat about even with her pelvis. Steven took a few seconds to survey Jennifer from the back as had her front.

Jennifer lay on her front, her face turned to the side away from him, eyes closed. Her bare arms were bent at the elbow and tucked into her sides. The blue negligee was cut in back in the shape of a deep "Vee" that plunged to the small of her back, descending from the lacy straps at her shoulders. As she lay down, the gown had ridden up slightly, so that its hem just covered her bottom. Underneath the gown he could see the panty outline covering her rounded cheeks. All-in-all, it was a gorgeous sight. 

Steven's eyes took in the smooth alabaster skin of her back and drank in the lithe suppleness of the backs of her thighs and calves. Her skin was smooth. It cried out to touched and stroked, but Steven saved that pleasure for later. 

It occurred to Steven that the design of the negligee portrayed the paradox that he encountered in Jennifer. The back of the gown was provocative; the front was demure. Lying beside him, she mimicked the duality of the gown. She presented one side of herself as temptress, the other as virgin. Thinking further, Steven reasoned, was that not the truth? She possessed an awareness that she had come of age, but was accustomed to virginity. As he saw into her, he realized how natural and unpretentious she had come to him. His heart was softening.

Her posture betrayed her fears. Steven untucked her arms from her ribcage and placed them relaxed and outstretched. 

"Let me relax you, Jennifer. You don't have to do anything that you don't want to." He thought that he sensed her calming. Time would tell.

He went on, "You really are a very nice person, I'm finding out. Let's just spend some time together. We won't plan to do it; we won't plan not to do it. Don't worry about pleasing me. I'm already glad that I'm with you now. Just let me relax you."  

Jennifer let out a muffled "alright". Steven stretched himself over her and kissed her gently on her cheekbone.

He set out to massage the tenseness out of her. He started by kneading the muscles in the tops of her shoulders. He worked her there for a minute, gently but deeply. He felt her loosen up a little. He turned to her bare feet. At first she started at the touch, but relaxed as he deeply rubbed them. He worked his way to her calves. Her skin was smooth. As she accepted the ministrations her tense muscles loosened and he heard the first low moans of pleasure escape her lips. It was a sexual pleasure, not in the erotic sense, but from the touch of a man who sought to please her. Steven continued, encouraged by her and for the pleasure of touching the smooth skin of the seductive limbs.

As he massaged her calf muscles he Steven contemplated his next move. He longed to apply the same remedy to her lovely thighs, perhaps work his way upward to finally place his hands on that shapely derriere. He might start again at her shoulders where potential abounded. He could work his way to her sides and ultimately those alluring breasts. On the other hand, he could trace the provocative outline of the negligee and venture beyond the point of the "Vee", approaching her center from the other direction. He decided on neither. He felt Jennifer relaxing under his spell, but feared that any assault would bring a halt to the contact.

He moved his hands off her legs. He held them off her for a moment to test her reaction. As she made no movement or sound, he worked back to her shoulders, and this time a little lower on her back. She started purring again. He made no advance that would signal a threat, and just enjoyed the feel of her skin under his finger tips. He kept at it for some long minutes, perhaps fifteen. He slowly became aware of her deeper and rhythmic breathing and realized that Jennifer had fallen to sleep. He made no move to wake her. He sat motionless, lest he wake her. He was not perturbed at her. He had pleasured her in one way—not the way he had imagined—and that brought a feeling of contentment. 

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When Steven was sure that Jennifer was fast asleep he removed his hands and eased off the bed. He carefully draped a blanket over her. He looked down at her in the candlelight that still flickered brightly. She looked peaceful and relieved. Steven reasoned that her nervous energy had burned out. He was a little disappointed in the aborted coupling, but relieved, too. He was never completely sure of Jennifer's commitment to the setup that Tracy had manufactured. At any rate, Steven had demonstrated a man's desire for Jennifer, which is what she might have really needed.

As Jennifer dozed Steven quietly opened the bottle of rose' and poured himself a glass. He sat on Tracy's bed to ponder his next move. He considered stealing out of the room to leave her in peace, but dismissed the idea quickly as a sign of rejection. He wondered what Jennifer would desire when she awoke. It might be a long wait. He stretched out on Tracy's bed, his back propped up by a pillow, sipping his wine. He resolved to spend the night in the room, one way or the other. He watched as Jennifer's body gently rose and fell in slumber. Steven thought of all that happened in the three hours since he had picked her up for dinner.

The waiting and the wine made Steven reconsider his thoughts toward Jennifer. Not many hours ago he thought her a nuisance. Now he saw innocence and vulnerability mixed with courage. Once he thought her homely and formless. What a mistake that had been! Perhaps she was a late-bloomer, a diamond in the rough. He was glad that he had not cut the stone prematurely. It might have ruined some of the facets. He hoped for a chance to polish each of them. He refilled his wine glass and went back to thinking. After a while he was dozing, too.

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Steven woke with Jennifer calling out to him. "Steven, where are you?"

"Over her, Jennifer"

She rose up and found him on Tracy's bed.

"I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to fall asleep. Please don't go, Steven." 

Steven looked at the clock. It was eleven. They had been sleeping for two hours.

"I fell asleep, too, Jennifer. I'm not going anywhere. Here, I opened the wine. Have a sip." He strode over to her offering her the glass that he hadn't finished.

She stood up and took a little. He decided to try his luck. As she set the glass down he embraced and kissed her, taking up where they had left off a few hours ago. He hoped for a response from her and he was rewarded with a return kiss as her tongue probed between his lips. She reluctantly broke the contact.

"Steven," she began, ""You've been very sweet to me." She leaned into him and kissed his lightly again. "Can you excuse me for a few minutes while I freshen up?"

She put her peignoir back on and moved to the door on her way to the ladies room. Steven saw the benefit and made his way to the men's room in the lobby of the dorm.

************* 

Steven lingered a few minutes in the dorm lobby, thinking that Jennifer would take longer to 'freshen up'. When he returned to her room he didn't knock, just opened the door. He found Jennifer stretched out her bed, reclining back against propped up pillows. She had removed her peignoir, but retained the rest of her ensemble. Steven noted that she had replaced the nearly spent candle with another and was sipping a glass of wine. Her expression was less doe-like and more relaxed and pleasant. She looked very inviting.

"Steven," she began, "your massage felt so nice. Would you do it some more?"

Steven stepped toward her on the bed. "Sure, Jennifer, turn over."

"But Steven," she said in a seductive voice that was new for her, "I have hardly anything on, and you have all your clothes!"

Steven started to undress, but had a better idea. "What would you like me to do about that?"

Jennifer replied "Take some of them off."

Steven continued the game. "Which ones?"

"Well, your socks and shoes, of course, and your shirt." He did as ordered. As he peeled away the shirt she added "the pants can go, too."

Steven stood waiting for the next command. She eyed him from top to bottom, turning the tables on his earlier perusal. When she finished inspecting she issued a final order, "the T-shirt can go, too." Steven obeyed, stood in just his briefs, hoping for the final 'command'.

"Very nice, Steven." She said as her gaze traveled up and down his body. In the middle she beheld a bulge pushing out of his briefs. She had never seen a man's penis, let alone an erect one, but she knew what the bulge meant. She felt her own ardor rapidly mounting. She was doing, rather than being 'done to'. It excited her and made her feel ready to be 'done-to' again. 




The Setup



"That's nice for now." said Jennifer, and then rolled onto her stomach.

Steven sat on the bed next to her and began to knead her shoulders once again. He moved his strong hands down lower on her back. 

"Mmm, that feels good." She purred.

As he heard this, Steven climbed onto the bed, straddling Jennifer on his knees. He massaged her back, moving ever lower toward that deep "Vee" at the apex of her negligee. Jennifer knew where he was going, and made no move to stop him. Steven kept his hinds moving down until he touched the panties that covered over Jennifer's shapely bottom. She gasped at the anticipation of his touch. Her excitement was rising. Each new area of Steven's probing brought a new delight.

Steven surprised her by halting his downward journey, saving it for later. Instead, he brought his hands up to her bare back and massaged there. Slowly, he let his circular motions extend further to her sides as he moved to the flanks of her breasts. Although they were crushed beneath her, a man touching her breasts was a new excitement for Jennifer. She buried her shyness. No doubt remained as to their destination. She enjoyed being served by Steven's step-by-step advances, so she continued to play along.

Steven decided to probe lower. He abandoned the 'massage' façade. He dismounted and sat again alongside her, stroking the backs of her thighs. They felt good under his touch. For Steven, it was the smooth softness of her skin. For Jennifer, it was the thrill of each pass of his hand as the strokes inched closer to her center clothed in the blue satin panties. Beneath the covering she was building moisture. She wondered how it would feel when he actually touched her there. 

His caresses became longer and slower. He leaned over and brushed his lips over her thigh and upward toward her blue panties. He breathed in deeply to catch a wisp of her aroma. As he did so her heart sped faster and she ached to have him actually touch her. He set up for the return trip. This time he touched her skin with his tongue. She spread her legs apart to grant access. She was burning with anticipation and her moaning let Steven know it. Still, he let her vulva remain untouched.

He made yet another return, his tongue gliding on the smooth skin. This time, at the end of it, he let his hands glide up to caress her satin-covered buttocks. They roamed over the silky globes and into the crevice and finally, slowly down to her pulsing treasure. It felt hot, even behind the satin. The pleasure of his touch drove Jennifer to thirst for more and she raised her bottom up in invitation.

She felt Steven's hands under the panties' waistband. Jennifer held her position to ease their removal. Steven slid them gently down to her knees. Her moistness combined with the fresh air on her and a special scent enveloped them, increasing the passion of the two, if it were possible. 

Steven stood and eased the panties past her knees and feet and set them aside. He used the opportunity to remove his own briefs. His erection sprang free. Steven's hand went directly to Jennifer's moist center. He gently probed it and found the special places that pleasured her.

Jennifer, still lying on her stomach with her nightie hiked up around her waist surrendered to Steven's expert manipulation. She was writhing and panting. She welcomed the new sensations and regretted only having waited so long to enjoy them. Steven probed and caressed her, and she learned that her own movements that could enhance the pleasure.

"Just drink it all in, Jennifer. This is your night." Steven reassured her. Jennifer felt a surging inside her pelvis that was foreign to her. It started faintly, but then built up until it threatened to overtake her. Her first instinct was to fight it off, but then she realized that she could not and did not want to. 

"Just relax and let it come." A knowing Steven advised her. She did so, and it did come and she came. It was a wave that consumed and then released her. The pleasure was indescribable. She had been told not to expect a climax her first time, but she had one, and Steven had not even entered her.

She lay still, recovering. Steven withdrew his hand, happy for her, and leaned in to kiss her. He tasted a salty tear that had escaped, but he knew that it need not worry him. After a minute or two, Jennifer turned over on her back and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, Steven." She whispered.

Steven kissed her lips and asked gently, "Are you ready?" Jennifer smiled softly and nodded her assent.

Steven grasped the bottom hem of the negligee and Jennifer sat up and raised her arms so that he could lift it from her. As he did so, her beauty was again confirmed. Her perfect breasts were sized to match to her frame. They were exquisite in their firmness. The brown tissue in the center was small, about the diameter of a quarter. Her nipples were stiffened and invited Steven's lips.

He leaned over and took one, then the other in his mouth. The sensation ignited Jennifer anew. Steven eased her down onto her back. He climbed onto the bed and hovered over her, his legs straddling her. Steven kissed her on the mouth. She kissed back. Tongues probed. Jennifer's breasts pressed up grazing Steve's chest. She felt Steven's hardened penis pressing into her belly. She knew that soon it would be inside her. She wanted it to be soon. She no longer cared if there would be pain. The couple quickly reheated. 

Steven rose up. He spread her legs apart and placed himself between the soft thighs. He gently bent her knees. She accepted the hint and hooked her feet around the backs of his thighs. He caressed her breasts briefly then eased down to kiss her. As he did, she felt his penis contact the outer lips of her vulva. Leaning on one arm, he reached with the freed hand and deftly parted them. He placed his crown just inside the lips at her gate. He felt the warmth and moistness. Steven gazed into her eyes for a long second. She gazed back. He pushed forward firmly and he was inside her. 

Steven looked down at Jennifer searching for wincing or signs of pain finding none. 

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes" she whispered back. "It didn't hurt at all, just a little full. Give me a minute to get used to it."

"Just push back when you're ready." He answered. He was about half way into her. He was pleased that the entry had been so easy. As he waited for her, the memory of her earlier trepidation played back to him. Had it been his preparation of her, or his patience with her that had relaxed her? Perhaps in part, but more than that, the ultimate decision for the union had been Jennifer's. She had seized her own destiny; Steven had earned her trust with his kindness.

Jennifer tentatively thrust her pelvis back at Steven's. She felt him slowly slide into her to his full length. Steven withdrew part way and thrust in again. Jennifer felt his reserve draining away. As the thrusting-withdrawal process reenacted, Steven's groans of pleasure became more urgent. Jennifer found that if she wrapped her legs around him more tightly, and tilted her own pelvis a certain way, the rubbing of Steven's penis past her opening on each thrust would multiply her pleasure.

They continued that way for some minutes. The pleasure intensified at each pass. Jennifer felt the onset of what she felt at her first orgasm at Steven's hands. This time she welcomed the coming. She thrust up harder to meet him. She climaxed again, only more intensely than the first as she gave herself completely over to it. She let out a high-pitched sigh as she released. The clenching of her inner muscles around his penis initiated Steven's own orgasm. He pulsed and Jennifer felt his fluid pour into her.

*************** 

It was now complete. Jennifer felt no regrets at her initiation, nor did Steven. It was an act agreed to and enjoyed by both of them.

Eventually, they relaxed and uncoupled. They lay together in each other's arms, waiting for arousal to return. They made love again before falling to sleep, and again in the morning as they woke together. Steven stayed in Jennifer's room the next night. 

The event changed the lives of the three people. Jennifer and Steven had bonded together in the three days of passion. They knew, however, that neither belonged to the other. Steven was rethinking his relationship with Tracy. Although Tracy's plan had worked for the benefit of all, he resented her manipulation. Steven knew that he would never be satisfied with only the memory of Jennifer as a one-time lover. He would have to pursue her. He would miss Tracy, her bedroom talents were supreme. Jennifer, though less experienced, carried feeling with her when she made love, and she was beautiful besides. Steven was now ready to cut and polish each facet of her, given an opportunity.

In their weekend affair, Jennifer had developed feelings for Steven, and hoped that she could win him. Yet, she pondered the possibility of other lovers. She found that with her elevation to womanhood her social ineptness flew away. Many young men started to notice her, and she enjoyed their attention.

In the end, it was found that Tracy's plan had not been as altruistic as she had pretended. The emergency visit to her family's home had been a ruse. Her weekend was spent not five minutes away from campus in the trailer of a grad student. Steven had been nice enough for a while, but it was time to sample other entrees on the menu. 

There is a time and place for everything, and this was a moment for changes.

THE END

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Dear Readers,

Thank you for reading "The Setup". I always appreciate your comments.

Autumn Writer



The Setup



Jake Daley rang the bell and looked around him, not at ease in this poor and desolate neighborhood. He hoped Samantha Dyer would open the door soon. 

Since a month her mother worked for Daley Luxury Furniture on a temporary base. Her first decent job in years, she'd told him, she'll do anything to keep it. Her husband left soon after the kid was born. From then on the small family went from one hardship to another.

She told Jake also that her daughter was a rather good athlete, having won numerous championships the last four years. Samantha had the ambition of becoming a professional, but lacked the proper financial backup needed to launch a career. In fact her mother asked him a couple of days ago if there was a change of acquiring a sponsorship from the firm, just as the local soccer team and some young tennis players had.

He had answered he would give the matter thorough consideration, after talking with the board of directors. Of course, he told her not about the kind of consideration he would give it.

She and her daughter would soon enough find out.

Samantha Dyer opened the door in one swift movement. The big smile on her face faded quickly in a look of surprise. Did she expect somebody else? A boyfriend maybe?

He gazed at a shapely-formed eighteen year old Afro-American lady, obviously in excellent shape on all counts. She had short-cropped hair, fleshy lips and big brows eyes. She had a nice pair of tits, not big, but firm and pointed. Just the way he liked them. More than a handful is wasteful, he used to say. He was sure she wore no bra. Her nipples were straining against a yellow T-shirt a size to small. Nice ass also, he thought, nicely molded by a pair of tight fitting jeans. 

"Good morning young lady," he said, "My name is Jake Daley, I'm a co-owner and the director of personnel of the factory where your mother works. I think you must be Samantha, isn't it? May I come in?"

She didn't smile back and blocked the door instead.

"My mother is not here. Isn't she at the factory?"

There was a suspicious edge to her voice.

"Yes, of course she is. But I'm here for you. I'd like to talk about your sports career. Your mother asked if our firm could help you. And it's about this I want to talk about, among other things."

He had her full attention now. She looked past him at his expensive Jaguar parked before the door. That, and his immaculate Armani suit, convinced her that he was who he said he was. Her hesitation melted away.

"Come in," she opened the door, "You understand one must be careful in this neighborhood."

"Of course."

"Normally, I wouldn't even have opened for you, but I thought it was my classmate ringing. She phoned me she'll come along this afternoon. She has to bring a textbook back she lent last week."

Jake Daley slipped past her, inhaling the scent of cheap perfume. 

"You think my car is safe there?"

"Well, yes. Nothing happens here during the day. There's a patrol car every twenty minutes, at least during daylight," she answered, "Go straight ahead please."

He knew very well the atmosphere of this kind of houses. They breathed poverty and decay, thwarted ambitions and people who are seldom able to make the ends meet every month. Women were mostly single mothers and never in a comfortable situation. Children costs lots of money, especially if one has the desire -- or the illusion -- to give them a better future.

You must work hard and keep working. You must be willing to do many things to achieve your goals, even the most unpleasant, even if they gnaw at your self-respect.

If Jake enlisted someone from this side of town, he knew he could ask favors. And he nearly always did.

Many women from the surroundings, mostly blacks or Latinas, but also Caucasians and Asians, earned their contract with their legs open for him.

And now he has planned to have two for the price of one.

Samantha invited him in the living-room. The dinner table was littered with papers and schoolbooks. He sank down in the worn-out couch in front of the TV. He declined an offer for some coffee. After fetching herself a glass of soda Samantha sat down beside him, hesitantly, making sure there was the greatest possible distance between them.

"I can't think why you should see me. Is it really about the sponsoring? Are you sure there are no problems with mum?" she asked.

"Well, yes and no. And they need sorting out first... Five months ago two clerks went on a lengthy sick-leave. To replace them I recruited your mother and somebody else. In the meantime one of the two persons concerned has decided to stop working for us, but at the same time the other has let us know that she will come back at the beginning of next month," Jake told her, in the most sympathetic tone he could muster, "So, you understand my problem. Your mother is a good and dedicated worker, but so her colleague... They are both excellent at their job. But I have to make a choice... One of the two."

Samantha's big eyes looked anxious at him.

Jake held her gaze a moment and smiled.

"To be honest, I must say the performance of your mother is slightly below that of the other employee, also she has less experience. From an objective standpoint it isn't evident at all that your mother will stay with us and receive a permanent contract." 

A short silence fell.

"Fuck, not again," Samantha cried out, a shocked look on her face, "It's always the same shit. She can't hold on to a job for more than a month."

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"We never had any money," she sobbed, "Since she worked for you we started to have a decent life at last. I could buy nice clothes, not some filthy picks from Welfare or from better off family members. We've even planned to go on holiday next summer. I dreamed of hiring a good trainer, you know they're very expensive. But that's all down the drain now."

Her distress seemed to overwhelm Jake. He bended sideways and touched her shoulder. Sizing the opportunity he shoved slowly up until he sat next to her.

"Come on girl, calm down," he soothed, "I didn't say I'll fire her, only that I have to make a decision. I'm here to find out what's best for all of you. So calm down, wipe your tears... Then we can discuss and possibly come to an agreement."

This was going better than he ever thought. Jake jubilated inwardly, but outwardly he became a concerned paternal figure. Only the growing bulge in his pants could betray him. He offered her a paper handkerchief. She wiped her eyes and then blew loudly her nose. He took her arm in his left hand and pulled her gently towards him, while his other hand patted a shapely, muscular thigh. His fingers brushed her small right breast, a nice piece of firm black meat, soft to the touch. She didn't wear a bra, his suspicion confirmed itself.

She didn't try to push him off, but instead made an effort to smile under her tears.

"No need to be so upset," he murmured at her ear, "Tell me what's on your mind. I'd like to know it so I can find a way out of it."

"After her divorce mom has only had odd and sleazy jobs, never with a decent pay and never longer than for a couple of weeks. As a chamber maid in a hotel, as a cleaner, as a toilet lady, you name it. They were all temporary. She's really a softy, you know. People steps over her all the time, she's always in the corner where the blows fall. At the end of the month we had to be glad if the rent and the electricity was paid. More than once a good meal was a luxury. I never could buy nice clothes. In had to wear the old ones of mom or things that were given to us, not being able to go to the gym or the movies, no vacations, nothing at all."

"And your membership of the athletic club?"

"My uncle pays it. He was a good amateur in his own day... It's not even a full membership. It only gives me the right to use the premises, no coaching at all."

"If your mother is a secretary, why did she needed to do all those odd jobs?"

"Because she didn't have a diploma. The Salvation Army paid for a course in secretarial work for my mother. A neighbor arranged it. Then you recruited her."

Jake's hand was still on her thigh. In his mind he saw these muscular legs wrapped around his hips while he trusted rapidly in her tight and hot cunt. Unconsciously his fingers made circular motions. She placed her hand upon his. Her touch was soft and warm. He maneuvered himself on the sofa until he could enjoy the heath of her body and the smell of her hair. His hard cock was fighting against the restraints of his boxers shorts. His last decent fuck was already six days ago.

"Thanks to you my mother received her first decent salary. This was suddenly a happy family. At least we could make plans that weren't futile dreams. And now it's screwed up again."

Jake felt her shoulders shaking harder.

"No, it's not. I told you we'll find a solution. That's why I'm here."

Jake composed his most emphatic and friendly smile. 

With both hands he takes her by the shoulders and draws her close, facing him. The T-shirt slipped off a shoulder. His hand contacted smooth black skin and boldly traveled to the nape of her neck. Meanwhile his eyes feasted on her small tits in their generous cleavage. Samantha didn't push him away, but she held close to him and lodged her head against his chest. Her breath and her moist lips brushing past his ear had an electrifying effect on him. He had to muster all his self-restraint not to rip the garment off.

He rubbed her cheek and tried to kiss her, but she avoided him and tried to push him away.

"Come on, don't be shy," he said, trying to hide his irritation, "Be nice and you'll do yourself and your mom a big service. There's much at stake, you know."

She looked at him with her big brows eyes, hesitating, but gradually accepting and consenting. He grabbed her again by the neck and drew her closer. Their lips met and he was in for an surprise. It was rather she than him that kissed.

She kissed him with an urgent passion. The kind of kiss that says I'm yours, that aches for touches and caresses, expressing a wish to be submissive and dominated.

She opened her lips, her tongue daring around his teeth. Then he took the initiative, exploring her mouth, dueling with her darting tongue. He put his hand on the base of her back and slipped beneath her T-shirt, enjoying the feel of her hot skin. Fingers moved playfully up, along her spine.

"This naughty girl doesn't wear a bra," he said, interrupting the kiss.

"No, not when I'm home."

Jake took the hem of her T-shirt and tried to take it off. She blocked the move with her arms, a look of panic in her eyes.

He sighed, "Samantha, it's really up to you honey. You please me, or let me walk away. In that case your family is back to square one... I won't impose myself to you, but you know what I want."

Slowly, reconciling herself with what awaited her, she lifted her arms. With an calculated slowness, Jake took the garment of. He dropped it on the little table near by. Only then he feasted his eyes at the treasures displayed before him. Her breasts were small and firm, perfect tear drop shaped, with nipples like sweet brown jelly beans set on large coin shaped areoles. He took one of those fruits between his fingers and caressed it softly. She melted beneath his touch and he felt her nipple stiffen beneath his fingers. He pinched it lightly before he started to suckle it gently. His rock-hard cock oozed freely pre-cum. He sucked harder. Samantha wrapped her arms around him and moaned softly. She had her eyes closed and she leaned backwards, pulling Jake half on top of her.

His hands cupped her ass. Then he undid the button of her pants en started to pull slowly the zipper down. She wore a nice blue thong, dotted with little red hearts. Slowly and carefully he peeled the tight fitting pants of her slender but muscular legs. He smiled when he saw the dark stain on the front of her sexy underwear. He leaned over and savored the musky and fishy smell of her young, eager pussy. The wetness made the cotton stick to her flesh and he saw clearly the contours of her outer labia.

"Look at your knickers, it's obvious something needs to be done about that."

Reddening Samantha took a peek. 

"Let me take it of, your sweet mussel needs attention. I'm going to devour it."

He pulled at the elastic of her thong.

"You... you don't..."

"Of course I will, darling. My cock has been yearning for your pussy the moment I stepped into this house. I won't leave without it being fucked properly," he kissed the inside of her thigh, "I'm gone cum into you. You're as eager as me. Look at that wet, dripping pussy, it speaks clearly for you."

She looked away, but raised her back willingly when he slipped the tinny piece of textile past her ass, down to her feet.

He took his time to contemplate her little jewel. Jake Daley had seen a lot of pussy in his lifetime, but this was one of the most exquisite specimen he had ever laid eyes upon. The little vixen shaved her box. It was smooth as the face of a newborn. Her slightly protruding labia were darker than her skin. The pink inner folds were moist, oozing their liquor. He took her knees and pulled them gently apart.

"You can't hide how much you desire this, Samantha. If you could see how wet you are... This is what you want, isn't it?"

While he spoke he slipped his finger down over her pussy lips, rubbing gently. Up and down his finger went, sometimes slipping inside. She wriggled with her hips and she breathed hard, stifling a moan.

"This is what I'm going to do with my tongue, Samantha. I'm going to give you pleasure until you beg for more."

A groan was his answer. Jake Daley took of his vest and his shirt. Then he took her legs and putted them on his shoulders. He pushed his head deeper between her legs. He kissed her navel and worked teasingly his way down. She lay perfectly still as he flicked his tongue out and touched her labia. She tasted good, sweet and salty at the same time. She moaned and he licked again. Using long slow licks while hardening gradually his touch, Jake tasted her pussy. He used his fingers to open this garden of delight. He slipped his tongue inside and she groaned loud. Covering her mound with his mouth, he pushed as deep inside her as he could. In and out, he slid his tongue and then his finger probed inside too. Samantha wriggled her ass and pushed her hips against him. With both hands she caressed the back of his head. He sucked and licked and kissed every part of her sweet snatch. Then at last he found her clit. Closing his mouth over it, he pulled hard on it, sucking with his mouth and his tongue. Samantha let out a long wail and he felt hot, musky moisture on his face. Her orgasm was hard and she pushed his face further into her pussy and then bucked her hips. Jake lifted his head from her lap and grinned.

"No regrets, I see," he licked his lips, enjoying the taste of the liquid he liked the most. "Are you still a virgin Samantha?"

She answered in a small voice, "No."

"You have a boyfriend then?"

She sighed, "I was with a guy for some time. We broke off recently. He was the most handsome boy from class, came from a good family too. I thought he really loved me, so I was stupid enough to believe his blarney ... He was only interested in taking my cherry. After he fucked me for some weeks he told me his parents were opposed to him dating a black girl from the slums. Which was a lie, they liked me very much... And for the sex, it was nothing. He always came within three or four strokes."

"Then today will be all for you. I'll give you a wonderful time. I'll show you what a real man is, what he can do to your body."

"You already did," shyly she smiled at him.

"Did you shave your pussy for him?"

"Yes, he ordered me to do it. I let it this way because I like it."

He undressed fast, not ignoring the way she was staring at the six inches of his stiff tool. Her lips were formed in a perfect o, thinking how big it was and how it could possibly fit in her tight pussy. He knew he was just average in that department, a fact she wouldn't ever realize. She would always think of her first real one as huge, a fact that made him proud as hell. He would give this little bitch quality time.

"Bigger than your boyfriend, huh?"

Looking up, she felt the swollen cock. Her fingers looked small on the rod of flesh. She cupped his balls.

"Yes, a lot bigger. Will it hurt me?"

"No, no, I'll be careful. I'm going in slowly and your pussy will adjust itself. You'll see far more bigger dicks than mine during your life."

What a little slut, Jake thought, surprised by her eagerness. He kissed her, letting her taste her own cunt juices.

"Ready for the big thrill? Are you ready to be fucked?"

For an answer she parted her legs. Drops of moisture from her pussy trickled down to the small, puckered hole of her anus, which's clearly visible from his position. He contemplated the scene for a moment, giving it a thought of doing her ass first. But he was afraid to scare or hurt her. Instead he was going for her cunt. The other delight could wait for later.

He told her to open the lips of her pussy with her fingers. She did so, showing him how wet she was. He took her knees and parted them more. He grabbed his cock in his hand and guided it to her hot hole, caressing her tender inner flesh with its tip. He kissed her ears and neck sensuously. When he filled her mouth with his tongue he pushed the mushroom head of his cock past the entrance of her pussy. Her cunt lips were stretched around his cock. He fought the temptation of ramming home fast. Instead he pushed slowly his cock in, letting her adjust to his size. She was indeed tight. Most of the women he fucked had already a lot of mileage, not to mention kids, so he went in as a knife through butter. But Samantha's vaginal walls squeezed his flesh as a taut glove. He'd never felt anything like it before.

Jake grabbed her ass and pushed the last inch in. Samantha wrapped her legs around his waist and guided him into a slow thrust. She rotated her hips and pushed her pelvis forward. Jake's middle finger searched and found her anus. The ring muscle was very taut but slippery from her juices, so his first digit could slip in. He fingered her brown star while he was pounding her pussy, already making plans of exploring that territory as well. There he would be the first.

Gradually he drove the rhythm up. Faster and harder he moved in and out her. Samantha bucked wildly under him. She moaned and dug her nails in his back. He slammed his tool into her tight pussy, his balls bouncing against her ass. He felt as if his cock would explode. He would come soon. He was not alone.

"Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me hard!" Samantha yelled and he felt her pussy tighten around his dick, "Oh fuck! Oh shit! Fuck me harder! I'm coming!"

He rammed harder and harder into her pussy. His cock was in as far as he could get it. She exploded in orgasm screaming and scratching at his back with her finger nails like a bitch on heat. This was too much for him. Suddenly, he felt his cock surge and explode inside her, squirting jet after jet of his sperm inside her.

Jake pulled slowly out and smiled down at her.

"That was awfully good," he told her, "You're a real natural talent."

She averted her gaze.

"I'm sure you never came like that before." 

He saw his sperm trickle from her vagina, down to her asshole. A small puddle had already formed on the artificial leather of the sofa.

"It was my first orgasm, Mr. Daley."

"Call me Jake," He said, reaching for his clothes.

He grinned when he dressed.

"I'll go back now and tell your mother her job is safe."

Samantha cleaned herself with her thong, giving him a funny look when she saw him sniffing the finger he had poked her brown hole with.




The Setup



Disclaimer: Speyeder and Mairia are both my own creations so please don't use them without asking :), though if you want to try art of this go for it. Just let me know where to find it! The City in question is the Second Life Sim of Lost Angels and Noumenon is in the Sim Primordealism. Speyeder can be found in Second Life as Speyeder Farina while Mairia is on under Mairia Miranda. Dori is the lady who set this RP idea into motion. 

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Mairia whistles to herself as she walks down to the subway in the heart of the city. She is nervous, VERY nervous. This would not only be a test of the elixir she had been given but also of how much danger she is willing to put her friends in. And the person she was going to visit at the least was counted as a friend.

She sits in the old subway car as it speeds through the vast area between the city and her friend's home. It gives her time to think of how she is going to pull this off. She knows how she has planned it but Speyeder is no slouch, having lived a few hundred years already. Would she notice that Mairia was setting hir up? Or if she didn't, after all was said and done would she be mad? 

Mairia cringes. A mad hill drider was NOT something that she liked the thought of. She had gotten stuck in Speyeder's web once before and got scared out of her wits as Speye wasn't home to free her. It took Speyeder two days to come home and notice the poor shape changer. She had tried several forms to break free but all just got her more entangled. When Speye came back sie quickly got her down and held her until the poor girl stopped shaking.

Just the thought of having her friend willingly put her through that makes her stomach knot up. She reaches into her vest pocket with a pink marble finger and pulls out the small vial. She had looked at it when the lady placed it on the table in front of her. This was supposed to make the person who drank it become so over hyper sexual that it would take four hours to burn off. Mairia grins feeling sorry for the poor bastard that Speye will get her hands on.

The train after a while starts to screech its breaks and slow down. This was the end of the line now as the tunnel ahead has been sealed off. She steps outside and watches the train go back to the city before entering the portal that will take her to the world above.

One thing Mairia has to give her friend credit for is finding unique places to live. Currently the hill drider resided in a nitch below the pink castle of the Queen of the land of Noumenon. She heads down the familiar stone path and makes her way to the web covered entrance to Speyeder's cave.

There is, if you know where to look, a small patch of dried out web that you can pull back to safely enter Speyeder's cave. Very few know about it and Mairia is privileged to be one of the few. "Speyeder?"

Mairia grins as she hears a rustling and sees her friend come around the corner. "Mairia?" 

Mairia comes in and ends up walking right into a hug from her friend. Speyeder is in hir drider form which is quite large. Hir body is more long than wide going back about five feet from hir torso with long thick legs protruding from it. When in hir normal stance sie stands about 6 feet tall though by fully standing on hir legs sie can reach eight feet. Hir upper torso is rather androgynous with hir skin appearing as a light peach-ish a fairly featureless face and very small breasts.

Sie also has a thin film over hir torso that makes hir body look like it is wet yet in how it reflects light, though running a hand over it would reveal a thin layer of chitin, just enough to be noticeable.

Mairia hugs her friend and reaches into a pants pocket taking out a small sports drink bottle filled with red liquid. "I picked this up for you while in town and thought you might enjoy having some." She hands over the bottle and cannot help but grin when her friend opens it and takes a taste. Even if Speyeder caught on and spit out what sie had drank it would probably be to late to stop the drug taking affect. Mairia watches and her grin broadens when Speyeder takes another healthy drink and licks hir lips. "Mmmm...Delicious. Dare I ask how you managed to sneak bloodwyne from the bar?" Speyeder looks over to hir friend, apparently oblivious to the grin.

Mairia tries to regain her composure and laughs. "Oh please, you've been in there. There is almost no one there. Most people just walk back and grab what they want. I had wanted to come say hi for a while and thought I would give myself a reason to."

Speyeder smiles and wraps her friend in a hug. "You know you can stop over whenever you wish. Are you sure there isn't some other reason?" 

Mairia tries not to blurt the whole thing out, wanting to leave so she can follow her friend and watch the effects of the elixir. "Not really. I got bored with the city and wanted to come see how things with you were going."

Speyeder nods. Sie knows there is more to this. Mairia isn't the kind to just go do something like this. She is up to something and Speye believes it has to do with the odd aftertaste the wine left in hir mouth. Sie keeps an arm around hir friend and moves her to the rug on the floor lowering hir body to the ground. "So what has got you bored? That isn't like you."

Mairia's mind starts to rush. Speyeder was right, she doesn't do things like this. She starts wondering how long the elixir takes to work and tries to find a comfortable position to sit in.

Speyeder smirks. She had Mairia pegged to well. Hir little friend has found something and is playing a trick, or trying to and now has been caught in it. Sie wonders briefly what kind of trick, then it hits hir...literally. Sie feels hir legs buckle as all of hir muscles loose control for a moment, the mystical elixir adapting to hir body.

Mairia jumps up and instinctively goes to her friend mentally cursing herself. Anyone else could've worked, why did she have to pick Speyeder? Mairia leans over hir and runs a hand along Speye's cheek trying to figure out what to do. In a moment though the problem is answered for her as Speyeder grabs the back of her head pulling hir down into a hard kiss.

Speyeder, while sie may not look it was quite strong in hir upper body as well. While sie doesn't appear to have much muscle the composition of the muscle allows hir to lift more than hir appearance would seem to let hir. She moves a hand quickly behind Mairia holding the girl in a tight embrace. For the first time sie notices hir friends skin is hard and cold, somehow the changeling had learned how to assume a form of solid marble. Speye's mind raced unsure as how to cope with this and rudely shoved hir hand down Mairia's pants groping around and making the girl squirm and protest. It doesn't take long for Speyeder to discover that yes hir friend would be able to suit hir needs as hir fingers find the spot sie is looking for and pushes in to test the depths of hir new play area. 

Mairia's mind was panicking. She had heard of Speyeder's size and how it was something that could make people sore for hours...and the drug would last for four! She tires to squirm free shaking her head in the kiss as she feels Speyeder's hand dive down her pants. She wants to get free, but she is sure that Speye won't let her, no matter how much she pleads. Then Speyeder finds her treasure and Mairia curls hir toes whining loudly as her friends fingers begin exploring. 

Speyeder breaks the kiss still pushing the fingers deep inside hir friend and grins. "Ooohhh, you've given me something, haven't you dear Mairia. What did you slip into the wine? Tell me and quickly, or my fingers may find other fields to play in." To push the point Speyeder moves the hand from Mairia's head and slides it down the back of her pants letting hir fingers tease the tight hole there.

Mairia shakes her head quickly trying to get Speyeder to stop, as futile as that effort seems to be. "Speye, stop please...Your not right. This isn't YooooWWW...." She howls out as Speyeder pushes not one but two fingers into her unprepared pucker and bites hir lip hard, a crack forming in the marble there. 

Speyeder hisses annoyingly. "I'm Not RIGHT? Of COURSE I'm not right. You spiked my drink and I want to know who gave you the drug and what it does!"

Mairia's head begins to swim as she feels Speyeder's fingers probing her. "A...lady..in the coffee shop...gave a message...Dori says hello."

Speyeder smirks. Dori, one of the Arch Demoness of the domain of Hell that resided by the city. She slides hir fingers out of the tight area sliding hir fingers up Mairia's spine. "Mmmm so I get to thank Dori later for this. What is it hon, what did she give you." Sie looks at Mairia sliding the hand around and up under the marble woman's vest running hir fingers over the smooth marble breast there.

Mairia moans as sie feels Speyeder shift tactics resigning herself to being the unfortunate victim she was prepared to laugh at. "A...lust Elixir...stronger than any man or supernatural concoction. Burns off in four...*whimpers* hours..." She sighs as the fingers withdraw and looks over to Speyeder. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to test it." 

Speyeder nods trying to keep hir emotions in check. Mairia was good, if a bit mischievous. Still Speye knew that hir instincts won't let hir stay calm for long. "Then my dear perhaps you had better make sure you can enjoy this as well?" Speyeder reaches down and offers the bloodwyne. "Knowing the Brood I'm sure Dori mentioned the idea of trying it yourself."

Mairia nods and takes the bottle. She has never been much of a fan of bloodwyne but maybe if she looses herself it won't be so bad. One swig and swallow later she hands the bottle back and immediately felt the effects. Her body was starting to feel funny. She reaches between her legs and rubs cautiously moaning and feeling them part. 

Speyeder watches and takes the very special wine setting it out of harms way, then thinking. "The rest?"

Mairia groggily nods reaching for her vest pocket and holds the vial out to Speyeder who sets it down with the bottle. Sie then licks hir lips and moves hir hands undoing the button and zipper on Mairia's jeans sliding them down and off the rose colored girls legs. She wasn't surprised to find panties under there as while Mairia likes playing her pranks she isn't overly sexual, so soon enough those followed. 

Speyeder has never seen a sight like her friend. A living statue for all intents and purposes. Sie takes hir friends legs and rests them on hir shoulders, moving hir hands under her smooth rump and hoisting hir friend up resting Mairia's groin on hir lips which quickly part to let hir tongue push past the equally smooth folds and into hir friend.

Mairia groans sliding her vest off and her bra. She looks down at her body and the head of her friend which is nestled between her stone thighs making her body shiver already with a lusty anticipation. Mairia has to admit she has a gorgeous form in this and wonders again how she got it, though not caring much at the moment. Her lovely friend's head is between her legs and the sensations hir tongue is producing is all that is running through Mairia's mind.

Speyeder moans into the stone skin of hir friend. The experience is certainly a strange one. The pussy hir tongue was currently inside was completely smooth though she did start tasting what sie was looking for. It seemed to condense inside hir friend and in a way made it more tasty. It wasn't to long though and Speyeder hirself started to get an urgent warning from hir body. Hir member was pushing out from the spot it hides behind and was already getting quite firm, thanks to Dori's potion. It wouldn't be long and sie would feel cramps if sie didn't satiate the desire soon.

Trying something sie had never done Speyeder started to shift. Sie winced and gripped Mairia's thighs as hir spider abdomen melded into hir body changing hir skin from tan to brown. Two of hir legs were replaced with humanoid legs while the other six moved up to hir back curled up in pain. Sie stumbled and fell on hir back cringing as the back legs broke hir fall, though one of them cracked. It wasn't so bad, the human equivalent of cracking a knuckle but boy that didn't stop it from hurting.

Mairia feels her friend fall back and hears the crack wincing a moment before she resumes groaning. She squirms on her friend's tongue and whimpers. "Speye..." is all she manages to say as she moves her hands gripping Speyeder's hair. She knows full well what is coming and her body is screaming out for it. "Speyeder...take me...please..."

Speyeder looks up and nods before chuckling. "You wont' get pregnant will you? I've never made love to a statue before."

Mairia grins and thinks a moment mentally checking her body, then grinning as she changes it to ensure a surprise for her friend later. "Oh no...I've seen to that." She smiles sliding off her friend's mouth and sliding down the body. Locking her eyes on Speyeder's firm member she brings her body to rest over it rolling her smooth form along the head and groaning. "You want that inside me don't you."

Speyeder nods and grins. "As much as you want it I'm sure." Mairia just nods and lowers herself cautiously down onto Speyeder's thick member wincing as it pushes in and mentally shifting her body to compensate so she doesn't get hurt. She feels a small twinge of guilt that others whom her friend has mated with don't have that advantage and then a twinge of jealousy realizing the tightness and the pleasure it would bring.

She feels Speyeder's hands come to her waist and guide her down onto the shaft. She moans and lets her hands rest on Speyeder's bare chest, her fingers moving to hir nipples and pinching them playfully making the drider hiss and hir cock twitch inside hir friend. It isn't long and Mairia is riding Speyeder hard, both of them gasping in pleasure as their skin slaps together each time the changeling drops down onto it. They both start bucking harder and Speyeder gasps in surprise as Mairia mentally tightens the passage milking hir cock hard and causing hir hips to buck up instinctively

Speyeder cries out as hir orgasm causes a rush of adrenaline through hir body and shivers under hir friend as sie shoots load after load into hir smooth tunnel. As sie starts to feel the first wave die down sie whimpers loudly having realized sie forgot about a couple of things. 

The first and most annoying was that hir own pussy was aching to be filled and the other was what had made hir whimper. The ovipositor that someone had gifted hir with to further a goal sie never intended was sliding out from the soft skin just above hir tailbone and was already lubricating. The thing is sie had no eggs and that meant that getting that to sooth would take some time. Mairia breaks hir concentration as her pussy clamps hard and her own orgasm hits, Speyeder's cock being coated in the condensation that comes as a result. With this sie grins as sie gets an idea.

Mairia looks down at Speyeder with a silly grin on her face and then puzzlement as Speyeder grins. "Get on your knees Mairia." Mairia looks at hir and decides its probably better to listen. With a loud whimper she slides her still sensitive pussy off Speyeder's member and turns around getting on her hands and knees. She manages to look behind her and notices the ovipositor. Her eyes go wide and it is her turn now to ask "Are you sure this is safe?" 

Speyeder nods. "I don't have eggs right now, but...if it hurts...I'm sorry". Before Mairia can respond the Ovipositor is thrust into her. It had snaked between Speyeder's legs and for a moment bade it look like the drider had two cocks. Mairia turns her head about to suggest something when she very quickly realizes the drider is one step ahead of her. As if her pussy being full again isn't bad enough now she feels the very well lubricated cock of her friend push against the pucker just above it. Before she can adjust it is pushed in deep making Mairia screech out in pain. She tries to plead for Speyeder to stop but she knows the elixir will make Speyeder do anything to calm the lust.

Speyeder grins hearing Mairia screech and starts pounding hard and deep into her with both hir members. the sensitive ovipositor and thick cock pumping into their respective places making the stone girl writhe under hir. What Mairia doesn't realize is Speyeder was going strong to try and tune out the ever increasing burning coming from between hir legs. Hir pussy was screaming to be filled and Speyeder knew how Mairia felt about assuming male form, so for now she tries any way to ignore it. A moment of blessed relief comes as Mairia howls again, the muscles in her pucker tightening as did the ones in her pussy milking both appendages. A second orgasm being reached Speyeder's member started to soften a moment which brought to home the burn and made Speyeder openly cry on Mairia falling back and trying to shut out the sensations.

Mairia slumps forward panting, condensation having formed over most of her body. She turns to her friend and in seeing hir knowing instantly what the problem is. She crawls over to hir and moves a hand that is covering the area causing hir trouble. "We forgot something didn't we.." she asks to which Speyeder can only weakly nod. Hir body was drenched in sweat and hir mind still lost in a fog of desire. Mairia gently helps her friend assume the position she had just left. "I have a surprise for you." With that she closes her eyes and a stone member forms between her legs, with a loose stone scrotum. She seals off her pussy for now as she doubts that will be used anymore right now. Speye looks back at her confused that Mairia's face isn't between hir legs. "Sur..SurpriiiIIIEEE!"

Mairia buries herself into her friend in one shove, her scrotum slapping against Speyeder's own as she leans over resting her breasts on Speyeder's back. "The word is surprise love." she chuckles and starts pumping hard into her friend knowing sie is desperate enough not to care. Mairia sits up when she feels something between hir belly and Speyeder's back and grins seeing the retreating ovipositor. She grabs it with a hand and rubs hir fingers along the end making Speyeder scream as the sensitive organ is re-stimulated and starts to come out again. 

"Mmm I wonder what this tastes like?" Mairia says as she guides the organ to hir smooth lips and sucks on it. Speyeder for her part was lost in extacy as sie thrust hir hips back against Mairia's own thrusts. Mairia happily suckled on the ovipositor until something hits her. She has started feeling a burning, where there shouldn't be one! She curses herself as the elixir kicks in again making her cock extra sensitive. She quickly shifts the organ to be able to orgasm and release the flood she can feel growing inside her.

Speyeder feels Mairia's cock twitch insider hir and wonders if she is feeling how Speyeder did. If so she has one last idea, but that can wait, hir body loved the cold hard member inside hir warm tunnel and hir muscles greedily gripped and worked it over. It isn't long and Speyeder hears Mairia howl in orgasm feeling the liquid pound into hir. Speyeder continues humping back and shudders when hir third orgasm of the night hits. Falling to the floor with Mairia lying on top Speyeder chuckles weakly..."Mairia...next time warn me."

Mairia giggles, hir own body dripping in condensation moves kissing the back of Speye's neck sending a shiver down the arachnid's spine. "I will...From what the lady said it only takes one drop and we have, while not a good sized one, a whole vial full. Well, minus one drop." she giggles.

Speyeder chuckles lying under her. "Minus one? Gee I wonder where that ended up?"

Mairia just grins and then cringes as her cock feels hard again, whimpering. Speyeder noticing this and in fact hoping it would happen giggles. "Someone's getting hard.." sie playfully sings "and I have just the thing for that"




The Setup



Before Mairia can ask Speyeder rolls putting the stone woman on her back. Thinking she knows what is happening Mairia instinctively moves to slide her cock back into Speye's pussy only to be stopped. "No hon, not there." sie says turning back and grinning but keeping hir back to hir friend. "I think you'll like this." 

Mairia slides her member up and presses the head against Speyeder's pucker pushing in slowly. Speyeder's back legs twitch and curl as sie feels the stone member push into hir, looking down at hir cock and teasing it back to being firm. Sie then shifts and taking Mairia's scrotum moves it enough not to get hurt, making the girl gaps sharply for air, then cry out as Speyeder slides hir cock back into Mairia's own ass. 

The two groan and writhe as they both fill each other and it's Speyeder, for whom the drug has mostly worn off by now who orgasms first letting hir cock empty what little is left deep into hir new lover. Mairia continues thrusting and growls deep in her throat as her still tender cock pushes deep into to the tight space, her head going back and a loud cry piercing the cave as her own orgasm hits. The two giggle weakly as they lie slumped on the floor and Speyeder turns her head sluggishly. "So...what is her plan?"

Mairia looks at hir, her mind still a bit confused..."Her?"

Speye chuckles "Dori, the one who gave you the vial..."

Mairia face palms, which ends up slapping her harder than it should've. "Ow...Plan ..yeah...To give the City a hormonal wake up call so to speak. I was thinking of using Mundane Meals and spiking the food there with it."

Speye grins considering the effects. "I will go along with it on one condition."

Mairia looked up, she didn't think it would be this easy, then her mind reminded her of the activities of the past couple hours. "That would be?"

Speyeder grins. "the bloodwyne stays here, and you come back again sometime to share another glass with me."

Mairia grins thanking whatever diety was watching over her that her blush didn't show through the rose marble. "Agreed."

The two finished off the night curled up and snickering on how they were about to give the City quite a Christmas gift.



The Setup



An unpolished, first-person, "true" account of femdom, reluctant coerced-bi, blackmail, and permanent humiliating service to a very manipulative ex-girlfriend.

PART 1

So my ex-girlfriend dumped me recently and said that the only way that she'd even consider taking me back was if I tried giving a man a blow-job. While we dated, we had a very unorthodox and very kinky relationship, and she thrived on taking control and seeing what she could get away with, and I loved her for it. But despite all our fun games and all the new, kinky stuff that she got me to do, the fact remains that I am straight and her latest idea crossed a firm line. But she was super hot and had all of the "powers" that hot women do, and so she always seemed to have a knack for getting her way. The truth is that things were a no-contest even before they began.

Toward the end, she used to pester me a lot, trying to get me to do it, in fact, insisting that I do it, saying how it would be "no big deal" and how hot it would be for her to see me on my knees, in the most submissive posture ever, blowing a guy, and then swallowing his cum. She always teased that I was probably a natural, and all of that (especially after my technique on her dildos got quite good - yes, that was a part of our games, but dildos are harmless and real cocks are a totally different thing). And now that she dumped me, she said that this was the only way for us to get back together.

Well there was no way I ever wanted to go through with something like that, but I pondered it for a long, long time. And the final answer was that I needed her back, no matter the cost. So, long story short, in a moment of desperation, I gave in and did it. She set up the event with a "gay" guy that she knew so that she could watch the whole thing. Without getting into the details, it was utterly humiliating in every way. But then came the worst part. When I was done with it all, cum-drooling and disheveled, she just laughed at me, calling me a pathetic sissy cocksucker, as she went to embrace her "gay" friend, who happened not to be gay at all, but the new guy she was fucking! And she said there was no way she's taking me back now, after I sucked a cock, and that she was right, I was a natural. My heart stopped for several minutes as I sat, stunned and filled with panic and questions. And she just laughed and laughed and laughed, and so I left as quickly as I could, disoriented, humiliated, and broken.

Then later that same night, she sent me an email saying how thoroughly enjoyable it was for her to watch me do that and she thanked me, but reiterated that she doesn't date cock-sucking sissies. She explained how she totally set me up (as was her plan for a long time), after realizing that I was the perfect candidate for her "get a straight guy to suck cock" challenge. She explained that there is no higher measure of a woman's power than being able to get a straight guy to suck a cock for her amusement. And she was simply gushing from excitement while thinking about it all, as her new guy fucked her afterward. And that was it, with her asking one last question, "How does it make you feel that I did that to you?" I just sat stunned, and could not think of a worse way to be used.

PART 2

So, weeks later, this is still all I can think about. It really did suck, no pun intended, and I'm trying to put a happy face on it the best that I can as my mind races around like a lost, panicking child. I'm thinking many things, like how straight could this guy be? I'm thinking if he was okay with being sucked off by a guy, he's bi at least, right? I'm thinking that there is a difference between not wanting to blow a guy, and doing it anyway versus actually wanting to. But with all of that, and my macho competitiveness aside (what is left of it anyway), I'm thinking that I still do miss her, and desperately so!

But it all still haunts me. When she was laughing at me, explaining things, and I got pissed and called her a bitch and other things, she just smiled and said, "No, sweetie, you are the bitch, and you'll always be my bitch!" Haunting words... What a messed up night, and I'm trying hard to put it behind me. But is it possible that I still need her? And in any case, will she even let me go?

And then after some time and just as I was starting to feel okay with myself, I got another email from her, in which she told me that she was really sorry and didn't mean what she said, and that this time, for real, she'll take me back? if I blow another guy for her.

She's proving to be more ruthless and evil and I ever expected, and her games and taunts cut deep. She really seems to be enjoying wrecking my mind, but at the same time, she says that it's all in my best interest. She says that she knows what's best for me, and that, even if I don't recognize it, I need to be liberated, and that I need to trust her. She said that if anything, I should be thanking her, and profusely, and showering her with gratitude for what she is doing to me. Even through the email, I can feel her smirk and laughter.

PART 3

So just as a side note from my tragic tale, I can't help but to have a whole new respect for women (and disdain for one) after being tricked into giving that blow-job. It was actually no small thing, and it was very hard to do, physically. It took time and effort to get that asshole off and my knees, neck, mouth, and back were sore and tired, and I gagged several times from his cock, and then his cum. It really required a vigorous, sustained, athletic effort to get him off, which I wasn't suspecting. But the worst part was the aftertaste. I swallowed his cum as quickly as I could, but it was sticky and there was a lot of it. I guess I never expected that, because what blow-job virgin would, right? It was all quite unpleasant, and after rushing home, dejected, humiliated, and feeling way too used, I immediately brushed my teeth and gargled, twice, then showered. But the aftertaste lingered for a very long time. For two days later, it seems like I could still taste it, and it made me queasy the whole time. It was a constant reminder (that I couldn't shake), of what I had done.

So of all the lies my ex told me, saying it would be "no big deal" may have been among the biggest. It surely was a big deal that I only want to forget about... if I can, and if she'll let me.

PART 4

It's now been weeks since my manipulative bitch of an ex-girlfriend put me through that traumatizing ordeal, and I have not had sex since. I know that I should get back on the horse and find a nice girl, but I've been kind of in hibernation mode after that humiliation. And as the weeks go by, I'm finding it more and more upsetting that my last sexual memory is of me blowing some asshole, in my first and only homosexual act, and of her then laughing at me. I know it's impossible, but I think I can still taste his cum. I feel so used and unclean. I'll get back out there, but it might take time to get some confidence back after being so shaken to my core. Can I ever trust anyone again?

But just as things seem to be settling down again, out of nowhere, my nightmare only ramps up. She's too good at this. It turns out that she has pictures of my disgrace, or so she says! She hasn't sent them to me and, says that she'll never share them with anybody, but she says that she did have a secret webcam set up and that there is a particularly cute picture of me in action, and that she cherishes those pictures as her greatest trophy ever. She said that she has always wanted to get a straight guy to suck a cock for her, and wasn't going to miss an opportunity to get her conquest on film. And for being the sweetest, most willing victim ever, she thanked me again and again, and asked if I have been going out on my own, seeking the cock that she knows I now crave. She says that if I haven't yet, it's inevitable that one day I will. And so she's a total bitch! And of course, she still offered to take me back, if I'll...

I need to salvage some dignity, and though hard, I ignore her taunts because what else can I do?

PART 5

So uneventful, sexless months go by, and then as if inevitably, she lets me know that I simply cannot escape from her, and now my will to try is almost gone. It turns out that she was not bluffing and absolutely does have pictures of me, after emailing one to me as proof! She originally said that she'd never share these with anyone, but since then, she has changed her mind, and now I am really fucked!

She informed me that she has a new boyfriend, and that in a devious brainstorm, she got the idea that I should blow him too. In fact, she now wants me to blow ALL of her new boyfriends (at least once, after she persuades them to let me) for the rest of my life! She said that she knows that I still worship her and need to please her, and so it's only fitting that I should "endorse" all of the wonderful cocks that make her so happy. Instantly, I am devastated beyond devastation, and know that I have no resolve or freedom left. She explained further, that she wants me to do this "out of love and admiration for her", and "though we'll never have sex again, this will be something that we can still both share", and because, simply, "it would make her happy". But if those reasons are still not enough motivation, then she said that I need to do this to avoid having the pictures sent to my friends and parents (and I know that she would too).

So my horrifying mess is now complete. She thoroughly owns me and I cannot think of a worse or more humiliating predicament than having to sample, in the most intimate and submissive way, all of her future lovers (and she does have the capacity to date a lot). Before I even agreed, confident in her victory, she said that she can't thank me enough (in between giggles), and that I've made her the happiest girl in the world.

She always did have a way of getting what she wanted, but why does what she want have to be so twisted? So be it. It is time to raise the white flag and come to embrace my destiny. And just for completeness, when I'm done with her new guy, I think that I'll surprise her with a heartfelt thank you. At this point, why not? She has won.



The Setup



A "true" account of femdom, reluctant coerced-bi and (mild)cross-dressing/TV, blackmail, and permanent humiliating service to a very manipulative ex-girlfriend, all leading up to a total reprogramming and gracious acceptance of my destiny.

PART 1

So my ex-girlfriend Jessica dumped me recently and said that the only way that she'd even consider taking me back was if I tried giving a man a blow-job. While we dated, we had a very unorthodox and very kinky relationship, and she thrived on taking control and seeing what she could get away with, and I loved her for it. But despite all our fun games and all the new, kinky stuff that she got me to do, the fact remains that I am straight and her latest idea crossed a firm line. But she was super hot and had all of the "powers" that hot women do, and therefore she always had a knack for getting her way. The truth is that things were a no-contest even before they began.

Toward the end, she used to pester me a lot, trying to get me to do it, in fact, insisting that I do it, saying how it would be "no big deal" and how hot it would be for her to see me on my knees, in the most submissive posture ever, blowing a guy, and then swallowing his cum. She always teased that I was probably a natural, and all of that (especially after my technique on her dildos proved to be quite good - yes, that was one part of our games, but dildos are harmless and real cocks are a totally different thing). And now that she dumped me, she said that this was the only way for us to get back together.

Well there was no way I ever wanted to go through with something like that, but I pondered it for a long, long time. And the final answer was that I needed her back, no matter the cost. So, long story short, in a moment of desperation, I gave in and did it. She set up the event with a "gay" guy that she knew so that she could watch the whole thing.

Without getting into the details, it was utterly humiliating in every way. But then came the worst part. When I was done with it all, cum-drooling and disheveled, she just laughed at me, calling me a pathetic sissy cocksucker, as she went to embrace her "gay" friend, who happened not to be gay at all, but the new guy she was fucking! And she said there was no way she's taking me back now, after I sucked a cock, and that she was right, I was a natural. My heart stopped for several minutes as I sat, stunned and filled with panic and questions. And she just laughed and laughed and laughed, and so I left as quickly as I could, disoriented, humiliated, and broken.

Then later that same night, she sent me an email saying how thoroughly enjoyable it was for her to watch me do that and she thanked me, but reiterated that she doesn't date cock-sucking sissies. She explained how she totally set me up (as was her plan for a long time), after realizing that I was the perfect candidate for her "get a straight guy to suck cock" challenge. She explained that there is no higher measure of a woman's power than being able to get a straight guy to suck a cock for her amusement. And she simply gushed from excitement while thinking about it all, as her new guy fucked her hard that night. And that was it, with her asking one last question, "How does it make you feel that I did that to you?" I just sat stunned, and could not think of a worse way to be used.

PART 2

So, weeks later, this is still all I can think about. It really did suck, no pun intended, and I'm trying to put a happy face on it the best that I can as my mind races around like a lost, panicking child. I'm thinking many things, like how straight could her new guy be? I'm thinking if he was OK with being sucked off by a guy, he's bi at least, right? I'm thinking that there is a difference between not wanting to blow a guy, and doing it anyway versus actually wanting to. But with all of that, and my macho competitiveness aside (what is left of it anyway), I'm thinking that I still do miss her, and desperately so!

But it all still haunts me. When she was laughing at me, explaining things, and I got pissed and called her a bitch and other things, she just smiled and said, "No, sweetie, you are the bitch, and you'll always be my bitch!" Haunting words... What a messed up night, and I'm trying hard to put it behind me. But is it possible that I still need her? And in any case, will she even let me go?

And then after some time and just as I was starting to feel OK with myself, I got another email from her, in which she told me that she was really sorry and didn't mean what she said, and that this time, for real, she'll take me back, if I blow another guy for her.

She's proving to be more ruthless and evil and I ever expected, and her games and taunts cut deep. She really seems to be enjoying wrecking my mind, but at the same time, she says that it's all in my best interest. She says that she knows what's best for me, and that, even if I don't recognize it, I need to be liberated, and that I need to trust her. She said that if anything, I should be thanking her, and profusely, and showering her with gratitude for what she is doing to me. Even through the email, I can feel her smirk and laughter.

PART 3

So just as a side note from my tragic tale, I can't help but to have whole new respect for women (and a disdain for one) after being tricked into giving that blow-job. It was actually no small thing, and it was very hard to do, physically. It took time and effort to get that asshole off and my knees, neck, mouth, and back were sore and tired, and I gagged several times from his cock, and then his cum. It really required a vigorous, sustained, athletic effort to get him off, which I wasn't suspecting. But the worst part was the aftertaste. I swallowed his cum as quickly as I could, but it was sticky and there was a lot of it. I guess I never expected that, because what cock-sucking virgin would, right? It was all quite unpleasant, and after rushing home, dejected, humiliated, and feeling way too used, I immediately brushed my teeth and gargled, twice, then showered. But the aftertaste lingered for a very long time. For two days later, it seemed like I could still taste it, and it made me queasy the whole time. It was a constant reminder (that I couldn't shake), of what I had done.

So of all the lies my ex told me, saying it would be "no big deal" may have been among the biggest. It surely was a big deal that I only want to forget about... if I can, and if she'll let me.

PART 4

It's now been weeks since my manipulative bitch of an ex-girlfriend put me through that traumatizing ordeal, and I have not had sex since. I know that I should get back on the horse and find a nice girl, but I've been kind of in hibernation mode after that humiliation. And as the weeks go by, I'm finding it more and more upsetting that my last sexual memory is of me blowing some asshole, in my first and only homosexual act, and of her then laughing at me. I know it's impossible, but I think I can still taste his cum. I feel so used and unclean. I'll get back out there, but it might take time to get some confidence back after being so shaken to my core. Can I ever trust anyone again?

But just as things seem to be settling down again, out of nowhere, my nightmare only ramps up; she is too good at this. It turns out that she has pictures of my disgrace, or so she says! She hasn't sent them to me and, says that she'll never share them with anybody, but she says that she did have a secret webcam set up and that there is a particularly cute picture of me in action, and that she cherishes those pictures as her greatest trophy ever. She said that she has always wanted to get a straight guy to suck a cock for her, and wasn't going to miss an opportunity to get her conquest on film. And for being the sweetest, most willing victim ever, she thanked me again and again, and asked if I have been going out on my own, seeking the cock that she knows I now crave. She says that if I haven't yet, it's inevitable that one day I will. And so she's a total bitch! And of course, she still offered to take me back, if I'll...

I need to salvage some dignity, and though hard, I ignore her taunts because what else can I do?

PART 5

So uneventful, sexless months go by, and then as if inevitably, she lets me know that I simply cannot escape from her, and now my will to try is almost gone. It turns out that she was not bluffing and absolutely does have pictures of me, after emailing one to me as proof! She originally said that she'd never share these with anyone, but since then, she has changed her mind, and now I am really fucked!

She informed me that she has a new boyfriend, and that in a devious brainstorm, she got the idea that I should blow him too. In fact, she now wants me to blow ALL of her new boyfriends (at least once, after she persuades them to let me) for the rest of my life! She said that she knows I still worship her and need to please her, and so it's only fitting that I should "endorse" all of the wonderful cocks that make her so happy.

Instantly, I am devastated beyond devastation, and know that I have no freedom left. She explained further, that she wants me to do this "out of love and admiration for her", and "though we'll never have sex again, this will be something that we can still both share", and because, simply, "it would make her happy". But if those reasons are still not enough motivation, then she said that I need to do this to avoid having the pictures sent to my friends and parents (and I know that she would too).

So my horrifying mess is now complete. She thoroughly owns me and I cannot think of a worse or more humiliating predicament than having to sample, in the most intimate and submissive way, all of her future lovers (and she does have the capacity to date a lot). Before I even agreed, confident in her victory, she said that she can't thank me enough (in between giggles), and that I've made her the happiest girl in the world.

She always did have a way of getting what she wanted, but why does what she wants have to be so twisted? So be it. It is time to raise the white flag and come to embrace my destiny. And just for completeness, when I'm done with her new guy, I think that I'll surprise her with a heartfelt thank you. At this point, why not? She has won.

PART 6

"So, as we discussed earlier," she said with a smirk, "I have this great new guy that I'm dating and, of course, I want you to check him out and to give him your full endorsement. Well, that is, if you actually approve of his nice cock after you're done servicing it."

"I know, I know, and I should do all of this out of love and devotion to you, even after you dumped me?" I said, while slumped over and feeling quite exhausted and defeated.

"Exactly! I know that you still worship me, and pleasing me should be reason enough. But also don't forget that I have rather compromising pictures of you, and am not afraid to use them to wreck your life. Well, your life is already wrecked I guess, but I could make that fact obvious to the world around you. I do know where you work and live, if you'll recall." she said.

"I know, I know, you really do have me by the balls," I said. "And you want me to do this for any new boyfriend that you'll ever have, for the rest of my life? But why? Why would you do this to me? Surely you must have some compassion or pity for me?"

"Yes, I do have you 'by' the balls, but the balls are my boyfriend's balls, as you suckle and fondle them for me, real up-close and personal like," she said laughing at her own joke. "And why you ask? Because I can, and it makes me hot. You've always known that I'm somewhat of a power bitch, and I like getting people to do things for me, and well, this is pretty much the ultimate, though I suppose that I could take things a little further. Would you want me to take things further and really own your ass? And just so you know, I'm not totally devoid of compassion. But in this case true compassion is forcing you to do what deep down you need to do, even if you don't realize it yet. I know you too well, and I know that deep down, you NEED this. So I'm just giving you what you need. If anything, you should be dropping down onto your knees to thank me. You can kiss my shoes any time you want."

What did she mean about taking things further? I thought, as I just stood there silent and stunned for a long moment, zoning out, gazing at her tall, confident posture and her beautiful and commanding face, and at her shoes (though I did not consider bowing down to kiss them even for a second) before replying, "So when do I get to meet your new guy?"

"Come over tomorrow night at 7 pm, and be clean shaven. He said he'd only do this if you have a smooth face without any stubble. I guess he wants the illusion that you are at least a little feminine," she said before blowing me a mock kiss.

PART 7

I didn't sleep at all that night. It was been months since she first tricked me into blowing a guy for her, and only just now was I able to start purging that disgrace from my memory. I haven't yet been able to get back out there and have sex with a woman though. My confidence is still just too shaken to succeed in that quest right now, and the really depressing thing is that today's event will no doubt set my recovery back another several months. I feel very trapped and depressed.

I arrived at her place as instructed, and to my surprise, she gave me a warm and welcoming hug, as she commented, "Oh nicely shaven and so very smooth. My guy will really appreciate that. Thank you, sweetie. Now go make yourself comfortable on the couch and chat a little with Mike while I go fix us all some drinks."

So I went over and sat across from her new guy, looking down and feeling quite embarrassed, but I managed to say, "Hey, you must be Mike."

And he just smirked at me with a look of amusement and some pity, and said, "Yep, and you must be my bitch's bitch. I've heard way too much about you."

She returned with our drinks and before I even knew it, she sat down on my lap, straddling me, another nice surprise, and it was such a welcomed feeling that I have been missing for far too long. But the small pleasure was quickly interrupted before I could even process it, by her deftly pulling out a tube of lip gloss and expertly applying it to my lips. In shock, I protested, but she just grabbed my hair firmly and gave me "the look", and I knew better than to resist.

She said, "Oh sweetie, this is just one last little thing to help us all out tonight. I told you earlier that Mike was a little hesitant to let you blow him, but he agreed to it only if you appeared semi-femme. And this is just a little extra to help the illusion. It's really no biggy."

In no time, my lips were glossy and bright pink, and the waxy texture, taste, and smell were all familiar, though foreign to experience first hand. When I sipped my drink, I left distinctive feminine lip marks on the glass, and my ex-girlfriend, now sitting on Mike's lap, noticed that I noticed, and chuckled a bit at my confused embarrassment.

"So, why don't you come crawl over here and do what you do best?" she said to me. And I did - my only thought being to get this nightmare task over with as soon as humanly possible.

PART 8

As I knelt between his legs, with his pants down around his ankles, and my ex-girlfriend caressing him and kissing his neck in between issuing humiliating, taunting words of encouragement to me, I blew him for all I was worth. Minutes seemed like an eternity, and I never once wanted to look up at him, though from time to time, she would grab my hair and force a glance up into both of their eyes. Sloppy, wet, vigorous and so wrong, I did my best to get him off. I felt nothing, but there may have been a hint of relief creeping into my brain, as I realized for a micro-second that this time around was slightly easier than the first; a small victory if there ever was one.

I knew that I was getting close, as he was twitching more and more, and the taste of his pre-cum was more frequent. His pulse quickened, as did mine, and I was sure that I'd get him to cum and finish my ordeal within the next few moments.

"Bitch, I'm ready to cum," he said urgently to me.

Then my ex, out of nowhere, screamed, "Stop!" And I halted, startled and surprised.

She then proceeded to explain how that was enough for me tonight, and I'm now familiar enough with his cock to offer my endorsement, if I will. She said that she was proud of her little fluffer as she climbed onto his large rock-hard cock, impaling herself fully, whimpering just a little. And once firmly held by him, she turned to me and asked me with a sincere and fully aroused look on her face, "So, do you endorse this wonderful cock that makes me ever so happy?"

Part of me wanted to say, "Hell no!", but I knew my proper role and realized that it is best not to offend your slave-master, so I replied, "Yes, yes I do. It was positively delicious and so huge and hard; way bigger and better than mine. You are a very lucky girl, and it was a privilege to be able share some of what you get and I owe you everything for that. My only regret is that you didn't allow me to fill my belly with his seed."

To that, she burst into the widest smile that I have ever seen, and while slowly riding his cock and in between little moans, she replied, "Oh, you are the sweetest cock-sucking slave any girl could ever have. Thank you for agreeing with me; his cock is magnificent, I know. Now, I hate to deprive you of cum, as I know that your addiction must be building by now, so I suggest that you might want to hit a gay bar on your way home tonight, to get your fix. Or at least feel free to eat you own, after you masturbate later, no doubt thinking about tonight's sexy hotness. Now, you are dismissed. You can let yourself out while Mike ravages me. Seeing you blow him has made me extra horny tonight. Thanks again, my sweetest little cock-sucking bitch. Oh, can you take the trash out as you leave? Thanks sweetie."

And so I left, and took her trash out to the dumpster. I was truly her bitch, through and through, and the mirror only confirmed that later, as I struggled for hours to try and remove the lip gloss. I did masturbate that night, and her words haunted me, but I did not eat my own cum. Thank God for small victories.

PART 9

And much like the first time, there was a long stretch of minimal contact between us after I blew her second boyfriend. In the months that followed, she would occasionally send me a little hello, and tease me a bit, asking if I have a boyfriend of my own yet, or telling me how stretched out her asshole is from her man's real cock (also reminding me that while we were together, she never let me fuck her ass). But most of the time, I was able to at least try to forget about the things that she had made me do.

I had even made some progress toward my recovery. I had been getting out more and more, and even asked a few girls out on dates. Though being rejected was more crushing that ever, and I wondered if they could somehow sense that I was a sissy cock-sucker. Can women just tell about something like that? Can they smell it? My mind was probably playing tricks on me, and that didn't help my cause. But I did end up going on a few dates with a nice girl. I never got to sleep with her, and found out that she had a few "better" guys on the side. Even still, given my recent past, I'll take it for starters as a first step towards getting back on the horse and regaining some confidence.

PART 10

And then one day, "Hello, hello," she emailed, "Guess what's new in my life?"

And so she informed me of her new boyfriend and when I should come over to perform my mandatory "endorsement". And then a cold shivering dread and panic swept over me. By now, I reasoned, I should be more comfortable in my role, but the reality was that I wasn't. In fact, I was beginning to realize that I just cannot do this any more. Blackmail or no blackmail, I simply cannot continue on like this, and certainly not for the rest of my life. I need to take a stand now, while a stand can still be made. I need to! And so I called her.




The Setup



"I simply cannot do this anymore," I pleaded, only half firm and uneasily forced out.

"Why not?" she asked, casually.

"I just can't. I need to salvage some dignity. I am not gay, I do not like sucking cocks for your amusement, and I just cannot do it any more. I need to forget this whole thing and move on," I said, desperately.

"Well, you know what the consequences of this are, don't you?" she asked.

"I do, and it will ruin me, but this is a stand that I have to take. If there is any other way than for you to send out those pictures to my friends and family, I'll do it, but I will not be blowing any more of your boyfriends," I said.

"Well, you know that I don't really want to ruin you and I do not want to blackmail you, but I do require that you sample my lovers, so I guess that we have a dilemma now, don't we?" she said, very calmly.

"Yes we do, but can you find a way to let this go; to set me free? I'm begging you!" I pleaded with a shaky voice, almost near tears.

"You know, I have thought about this scenario - you eventually refusing and all, ready to call my bluff regarding the blackmail, and I have developed a contingency plan. Remember, that even though you don't agree with me now, I am really on your side and don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to, for your own good. If I have to blackmail you, I will, but I think that I have a better idea," she said.

I almost smiled with surprise and hope, replying, "Really? What is it? I'll do anything to avoid sucking cock and being ruined by those pictures."

She said, "Good, but you may not like what I'm going to propose. But at least you'll have a choice. If you're not going to suck any more of my cocks, then either your parents get the pictures or you agree to what I have in mind. Either way, you will suffer, though one will be a very public suffering and the other, a very private suffering. I'll be over tonight at 7 pm to explain things further. See ya then sweetie."

And she hung up on me. I could only wonder what was going to happen next, though I felt a tinge of relief. It seems that I had successfully stood up to her and will not have to suck this next cock! And I might even be able to avoid having my life ruined by those pictures. All in all, a successful stand, I hope.

PART 11

And so she arrived, looking hotter than ever, very businesslike, and carrying a small package.

"This is your alternative," she said, opening it up to reveal a shiny steel tube with a ring and a padlock. I recognized it instantly as a chastity device, and a very secure one at that. Then horror shot through me. She is pure evil, I thought.

"Well, this is your alternative. If you're going to be such a whiny bitch and refuse to suck my new guy's cock, then it's either this, or I send the pictures all over town. The choice is yours," she said firmly, without a hint of a smile.

"Let me see it," I conceded, as she handed it over to me to inspect.

It was solid, steel, and very secure looking. I knew about these kinds of devices and knew that they prevent any possibility of an erection or orgasm, and are pretty much escape-proof without the key. She was playing hard ball now. Do I sacrifice my orgasms, or my reputation, or do I just continue on with being her cock-sucking bitch? The choice just became very hard.

"How long would I have to wear this evil contraption?" I asked.

"Oh I don't know. I guess that depends on you. Once it's locked on, I'll have the only key, and I could let you out any time I feel like it. Or I could keep you locked for a very long time. I guess that it depends on my whims really. But of course, our initial arrangement still holds. If you're ever willing to do some more cock-sucking for me, then I'll let you out and things will return to normal. You see sweetie, you really only have three options: suck all of my cocks, or be publicly outed as a cock-sucking sissy, or privately be deprived of your orgasms. The choice is yours, and I really think that you should be happy to even have a choice," she said, laughing at me.

"OK, let me go try it on. Give me the keys, please," I said.

She did, and I went into the bathroom to check the fit. My mind was a racing blur, but I think deep down, I knew that this was my best option. Or at least I was just overly optimistic and hoping for the best. It fit snugly and I locked it on, and quickly unlocked it again, out of panic, not ready to commit. Then, again I locked it on and tried my best to pull out of it, without the slightest success. It was secure, and I hanged my head and let out a sigh.

"What's taking you so long," she yelled from outside the door.

"I'm just deciding. This is big, and I need to be sure about it all," I said.

"Let me in so that I can inspect it and make sure that it fits securely," she said.

And to that I opened the door, with my pants down showing the steel cage locked onto my most valued appendage. She inspected it closely and hurt me a little while tying to pull it off. Just seeing her, and smelling her so close to me, triggered an involuntary attempt to get hard, thought the device quickly squashed that, and with a bit of pain I might add. This was not good, and her knowing smirk made my knees almost give out.

"OK my sweetest ex-cock-sucker, what's it going to be?" she said, hands on hips, looking down at me satisfied.

I paused for several moments, before answering, "I'll take the chastity device."

"Well say please and thank me for allowing you this small mercy," she said with a taunting, victorious smile.

With my head down, but feeling like I escaped an even worse fate, I said, "Thank you so much for allowing me this option. Sacrificing all of my orgasms going forward is a small price to pay, so long as it brings you even a little bit of pleasure from knowing that you own a perfectly chaste and suffering ex-cock-sucking slave. So, will you please accept this key, the key to my worthless and soon-to-be very unused cock?"

I held it out to her and dropped it into her hand, and she quickly stowed it into her expensive designer purse. How does she live such a charmed life, I wondered for a second?

She just smirked, and said, "Well, I have to be going now. My man is really going to tear into me tonight. Have you been dating any women, or men, recently? Haha, well I guess your new predicament kind of puts a damper on that pursuit huh? Oh, shoot, I just remembered and it's kind of a pity - I would have offered to let you have one last jerk-off session, but it totally slipped my mind, and it's too late now. Anyway, take care, and just remember, if you ever get horny enough and absolutely lose your mind, an orgasm is always as close as my boyfriend's cock. I give you about 5 or 6 months before you are absolutely begging me to let you suck on a big one. Until then, take care sweetie."

And she left. I just sat for a very long time, somewhat at ease, and completely drained from the defeat and exhaustion of my completely fucked up life.

PART 12

But not even a few hours later, I received an email from her, and it read:

"My sweetest little cock-sucker, you know that I still have the pictures of you and can use them any time I want? Did you think that threat goes away just because I now have you in a chastity tube? You really are a dumb bitch actually, and easy prey. Now at any time that I chose, I could turn you into my 'chaste' cock-sucker. At least you used to be able to get yourself off after I forced you to suck my cocks, but now you can't even have that small pleasure, unless I give it to you, though I can still force you to suck cocks. Oh the thought of if all makes me tingle!

Please know that at any time, I could demand that you suck some more cock for me, or suffer the public outing. But also know that you have my word that I won't, though as any idiot should realize, a woman has the prerogative to change her mind. :-)

But aside from that, I'm hoping that I don't need to force you into anything, because what I really want is for you to actually want to suck cock. I want you to WANT it! I want for you to actually come to NEED it! And now with your hormones ramping up against you, I think that your mind will soon be a very pliable mush. In the mean time, I suggest that you keep your BJ techniques sharp by using dildos, because I suspect there will be lots of cock-sucking in your very near future. And I do suspect that you'll come to love it. Six months without an orgasm tends to weaken, if not totally reprogram, even the most resolute minds.

So take care sweetie and enjoy your time, and I hope that you'll embrace the inevitable sooner rather than later; your silly denial only prolongs your confusion and suffering. And above all, please remember, that despite your present feelings, I'm doing this for your own good."

I went blind for a moment and crumbled to the floor, realizing with total certainty, that I am completely doomed and destined to be her eager and glad cock-sucker.

PART 13

The first month in the steel tube was agonizing. I tried to pull it off, pick the lock, hacksaw the steel, and I even called the manufacturer to see if there was some secret security flaw that I might exploit (they laughed at me). None of my attempts to get out of the device were successful, and I was getting more and more frustrated every day. But at least I had the satisfaction of escaping my new career as my ex-girlfriend's fluffer, at least in the near future. Even chaste and trapped in steel, I was resolute and focused; no matter what, I'd never blow another guy for her again. I had to maintain that small piece of dignity.

Like she had promised, at the end of the first month, Jessica called me, offering me a chance to blow her guy and be unlocked. Though my balls throbbed, my knees were weak, and my spine tingled from a month without an orgasm, I firmly said no to her taunting request. She just laughed, saying that she'll check back in another month, saying also that my resistance is futile, and that my ultimate surrender is inevitable. I shivered, because in my mind, I conceded that she just may be right.

During the second month, my body and mind were really starting to quiver. I could barely sleep and needed to get off something fierce. I was near sheer desperation, and began to think that sucking cock "wasn't so bad". I still haven't dated in almost a year, and sexually, I was a confused mush. I had considered every strategy, and figured that even if I blow her men, there was no guarantee that she'll let me out of this evil contraption, but sucking cock seemed to be my only hope, slim as it may be. Realizing that, in a burst of 110% desperation, I spent another half of a day trying to freeze the steel, in hopes that it might break easier, with no success. I cried myself to sleep.

Then, like clockwork after the second month, she called again, offering my familiar options. Again, I declined, and she said, "So be it my little cock sucker. I can wait as long as you can. Maybe next month you'll have a change of heart? Bye love." And as soon as she hung up the phone, I knew already that next month I'll do it. I WILL suck cock for her. I'll need to. I need to now actually! I simply cannot take anymore time without some relief. My breathing was heavy as the acceptance, scary as it was, crept into my mind.

PART 14

But a funny thing happened when she checked in after the third month. Somehow I had found a second wind, and refused her yet again.

"So you are declining me again," she said. "You know, I am really beginning to lose patience with you. All of your stupid bitchiness is really annoying. The game is already over, and I have won, so why don't you recognize that fact?"

"I know, but I just cannot go through with it again," I replied, a bit sad to disappoint her, realizing that feeling was quite odd.

This time with an angry edge, she said, "But don't you like it even a little bit, deep down... sucking cock for me? Don't you find if erotic to be so intimate with such a taboo thing? Don't you just love the feeling of a large, stiff, warm, throbbing dick pushing its way past your lips, using you, demanding its own satisfaction? I think that you do, even if you won't admit it to me, or yourself. But in time you will. I know this with all of my heart, and sweetie, I'm much, much smarter than you."

"Well... I don't know... I...," I stammered.

"OK, OK, OK, suit yourself sweetie," she said. "In fact, I kind of like your strong resistance. It'll only make my accomplishment that much more impressive when I finally do break you, and I will. But you should know, because you are such a bitch, I'm changing the terms of the deal. If you do not blow my guy now, I WILL share the pictures, or else take something else from you. I'm offering you another choice."

Shocked, amazed, defeated, yet with a shred of hope, I said, "Why? What is my choice?"

"I want a contact list - emails, phone numbers, and names - of all of your other ex-girlfriends... or else the pictures will be going far and wide," she said with a smirk.

"Why in the world would you want that?" I asked, surprised.

She went on, "Well, I want to talk to them, and explain you new humiliating situation. I want to see how you treated them and ask them if there is anything they might want from you now. I think if possible, you should make amends with them all, no matter if you broke it off with them, or they dumped your ass. I'm sure that most of them might be quite amused to hear how their ex-boyfriend now spends his time. Girls always love a little payback (there is a little thing called the battle of the sexes, which you happen to be losing big time these days sweetie), and why should I alone get to have all of the fun? So it's either the list, or the pictures go to you dad, mom, brothers, coworkers, neighbors, and all over the internet; the choice, again, is yours."

It was a no brainier, and I spent that week compiling (with dread), a list of my last five lovers, while still suffering and melting into a chaste pathetic puddle of horniness inside the device.

PART 15

"So sweetie, I had the most marvelous time ever, chatting with your ex's," she said, after calling me. "They are a great group of women and I got along very well with each of them. And they LOVE what I'm doing to you! I mean, they really, really love it, which surprised even me. When I explained your predicament, and your willingness to get so easily trapped, it occurred to each of them that your new lifestyle fits you well. They saw it in you, even if they didn't realize it while dating you. But they are all over pleased that I'm helping you find your true self, and though they each have great boyfriends now, they also unanimously wanted to help your cause. None of them hold any real grudges against you, but at the same time, they realize that the medicine you need may not always be the medicine you want, and they are willing to help you."

Shoulders slumping, I replied a bit agitated, "So when can I get out of this damned chastity device?"

"Now, now," she said, "we have all discussed that, and have come to a consensus over lunch. I, being the leader of the group, have decided that I will release you temporarily if you either blow my guy, or get straight A grades from all of you ex's. You see, they each have ideas to help your mind transition from silly resistance toward full enthusiastic acceptance, and so you will be 'studying' under each of them, so to speak. They've all worked out a schedule and plan to share you between them. You'll be assigned various fitting tasks, and after a month, if you receive straight A's, I'll let you have an orgasm; else, you can try harder next month, or of course, blow my guy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I guess so," I replied. "But will I have to suck any cock for THEM in order to get released?"

"Well no, I don't think so, at least not now," she said. "The girls will be contacting you shortly. I suggest that you bend over backwards trying to please them. They deserve it, and your orgasmic future depends on it."

PART 16

And so it went, me being a humiliated chaste slave, rotated between my recent ex-girlfriends. Though there was a certain refreshing feel in the familiar faces of my ex lovers, the humiliation of them seeing me this way was devastating, but what could I do? My predicament seemed inescapable, and my only option for now was to play along, and hope for a better future.

On Monday's after work, I'd show up to Jennifer's place. She was an athletic 5'11" brunette who eventually dumped me for a more athletic stud (with a bigger cock no doubt). She wanted to see my trapped penis, and laughed hard when she did. She confessed that she always thought that I was way too small, and had to dump me because of it, though at the time, she never wanted to hurt my feelings. But now... given my obvious aptitude for such things, she has no qualms about speaking her mind... and making demands of her less than satisfying ex-lover. She is a busy professional, and it was her idea to have me serve as her maid, saying that it would soften up my resistance to other things. Did I have a choice? So each Monday, I would clean her place from top to bottom, while she lounged around, dressed scantily, often talking and laughing about her new maid to her girlfriends, or her boyfriend, on the phone. Laundry, vacuuming, dusting, dishes... it was all very tiring, but her demands could have been worse, I reasoned, as I claimed a small victory.

My Tuesday evenings where spent at Katie's, the youngest and prettiest of my ex's - a raven-haired vixen. She was a little more aggressive with her demands, and initially, I balked hard, though I came around after quickly realizing the futility of it all. She demanded that I do everything possible to make myself appear more feminine! She said that since I'm a cocksucker without a functioning cock of my own, it is my duty to become more appealing to men; that it's really my only alternative in life. And so she had me shave my body, legs, arms, face... everything, and keep it shaved. Even the slightest stubble would result in failing grades, she laughed. And soon enough, she also had me practicing with makeup after getting my ears pierced (which I initially strongly protested against). Next I was told to purchase an assortment of female undergarments and clothes, and shoes. And toward the end of the month, I could apply pink shiny lip gloss and dark mascara expertly, though my hands never ceased to quiver. For this month's final exam, she told me that I'd need to get a modest but feminine manicure and pedicure, and be able to stride confidently in 4" heels. And so I did spend time at home practicing, well, that is before Jennifer found out about my feminizing and started demanding that I dress up like a proper maid while serving her on Mondays. My God, what has become of my life!

Thursdays I was to report to Julie's place where her course was simple and to the point: I was to perfect my oral techniques, alternating sessions between her pussy and her strap-on dildo that she often forced down my throat while I kneeled before her. I enjoyed the physical contact, though her pussy was often swollen and sloppy, no doubt from a recent pounding by her boyfriend. I tried not to think that there maybe some lingering cum inside of her, as I sucked and licked for hours on end, yet the though did creep in. Even though my penis remained locked away and severely useless for several months, I was beginning to feel a bit of normalcy with it all. I think that my sex drive had diminished some, or at least I was feeling very much less studly. My diminished masculine drive helped me cope, yet recognizing that worried me; was I truly being reprogrammed? I guess that time will tell, as if I have a choice anyway.





The Setup



Fridays I was simply required to take Amber and her girlfriends out to the clubs, and be their designated driver and escort. I spent many hours in the car, butt plug and panties in place (as had been her demand), waiting to take home a group of beautiful, drunk young women who all giggled ferociously at my state of frustrated and pathetic servitude. After dropping them off, I'd get home at 3 am, exhausted and crash immediately, my mind and body permanently numbed.

But after the relative ease of Fridays, Saturdays were by far the worst. Elizabeth was the most invasive with her desired "training" methods. She got word from Katie about my feminization and took it to the next step, through slowly and steadily fucking my ass with her strap-on, all the while making me moan, whine, and beg for more. She just laughed, occasionally smacking and kneading my ass cheeks. It was utterly humiliating. Dressed in a skirt, panties, bra, stockings, heels, and a wig, with full makeup, she'd do me doggie style... each Saturday evening. She'd comment on how great this all was. And how she never let me fuck her anally, or even doggie style, yet here she was, totally owning my ass, and loving every second, while I could not even get off. I dripped pre-cum the whole time, but never came, though sometimes I felt close. And my ass was usually sore until the next Wednesday, but it was becoming more accustomed to the stretching. And honestly, the rhythmic penetration didn't feel that bad. In fact, given my chaste situation (beggars cannot be choosers after all) the contact felt rather enjoyable, though I'd never admit that to any of my tormentors.

And so, with my fevered horniness pushing farther and farther past red-line, this routine continued on for a month. Early on, I had decided that I should try my best to please them all, potentially earning my freedom. And as the day gets closer, I can only hope for a good report card from my instructors.

PART 17

When the big day came and I was shocked to find out that I had received straight C's, and would not be getting out this month, unless of course, I wanted to give a nice, juicy, enthusiastic blowjob to my ex's newest stud...

"But I did everything they asked, to perfection," I pleaded to Jessica.

"Yes," she said with a huge grin, "but everybody knows that just doing the minimum only earns an average grade. To get higher grades, you need to show initiative, and go well beyond the minimum expectations. And to get A's, well, let's just say that you need to be spectacular in your efforts."

I was crushed, and sat silent.

"I'll try harder next month," I said solemnly, shaking from my permanent fever of horniness.

And I did try harder, oh did I try hard!

I began giving them all foot and back massages at the conclusions of our sessions. I subscribed to women's fashion magazines in order to study the latest styles. I bought an assortment of makeup and experimented on my own, each time showing up with new colors and perfume. My cross dressing was becoming quite good. I could strut effortlessly in heels and had some great dangly hoop earrings which moved about just so while vacuuming. I cleaned their vehicles. I blew their strap-ons with reckless abandon, and was even able to impress by deep-throating (after many hours practicing alone at home). I asked, no I begged, to have my ass fucked with an even larger dildo. And I never complained once, about anything. In fact, I was becoming accustomed to the routine, almost hypnotized by it, reveling in it. If anything it was an escape and after so long, the escape was all I knew. I couldn't even remember my former self, and my foggy arousal was endless. My resistance was nearly gone.

My second report card was better but also disappointing; there would be no release for me this month. At the news, I openly cried and fell to my knees begging Jessica to release me, saying that I'll do anything.

"Anything...," she asked, with a knowing, victorious smile.

PART 18

Going into the third month I knew deep down that no matter how well I perform, the girls are not going to let me out of the device. I believed fully that my only hope was to beg Jessica to let me blow her guys, and maybe, just maybe, she'd honor the original deal and let me out.

I was ruined, defeated, and in full acceptance of my destiny. It wouldn't be so bad. In fact, I had a stirring feeling that was becoming more and more prevalent; I actually wanted to suck cock. The contact and intimacy would be most welcomed, and truthfully, after all I have been through, it seems quite natural and even sexy.

And so, again going above and beyond all expectations, in addition to serving my ex's as I am, I began begging each of them to find me a guy to blow! If I was ever going to get out of this device, full committed enthusiasm was necessary. I pleaded and explained how I actually want it now, and even need it. I explained how I've been keeping my hands extra soft and moisturized, to enhance the pleasure I might someday give to a man... how I'm more attentive all the way around, and eager to please... how I've come to crave being used... and how I've been dreaming of sucking cock most every night, only to wake feeling so empty.

Word got back to Jessica, and she was over pleased!

"Oh sweetie, I'm so glad that you've finally come around and embraced your true self," she said, beaming. "This is really a rebirth for you, and you should be very proud and excited. I am."

"Yes, I suppose that you have won," I said. "You knew my true self and what I needed, even if I didn't all of this time. I guess that I do owe you a huge debt of gratitude. So thank you. I have to say, this was all very... exciting, if painful at times. Now, when can I get my hands on that stud of yours?"

"Excellent," she giggled. "Well the girls are now gathering some cocks for you to blow. I guess Katie has a lot of gay guy friends and so does Jennifer. And the others are trying as well. But again, your chance with my man only comes around once a month, so you have another three weeks to wait before I give you the opportunity to endorse my guy, and earn your release. In the mean time, enjoy yourself with the guys that the girls are rounding up for you. I'll want to hear all about it!"

PART 19

And the girls came through. I had frequent blow job dates; sometimes me going to meet the guys at their places, or sometimes me blowing them in front of my ex's, who all seemed to enjoy the sight immensely. Most of the guys preferred me to act and look feminine, so that was no problem given my recent education, yet it was still humiliating on many levels.

And I sucked like an eager champion. I really got into it, and even (I must admit), came to enjoy it. Of course I was still chaste and horribly horny and unsatisfied, which only seemed to drive me harder to perform. The contact, even homosexual contact which previously repulsed me, was a beautiful thing, and for the first time, I felt some sexual satisfaction.

Then the call came, again, like clockwork. It was Jessica, and she asked me how my month went. I explained how I've given a number of blow jobs to a number of men, and how I loved every second of it. She was ecstatic, and invited me over to sample her stud that night.

PART 20

Anticipating my release from chastity, I hurried over to Jessica's, ready and eager to do my duty and endorse her current stud. By this time, I felt like a pro, and made quick work of him, as he moaned and enjoyed my efforts, while Jessica watched the action from across the room, with a full wicked smile. As he was getting close to cumming (I was an expert now at recognizing the increased vigor and throbbing seconds before a man's climax), I stopped suddenly and said, "Please cum all over my face! I need to be coated with your delicious sperm...please do it for me!"

And he did, stroking just a bit, and blasting my lips, nose, eyes, and hair with a huge load of his hot white cum. And sitting there before him as he forcefully grabbed my now longish, almost girly hair, I proceeded too rub it around on my face, scooping some of it into my mouth where I savored the flavor.

And Jessica cheered me on, and clapped.

"Oh you are the most perfect bitch of an ex-boyfriend that any girl could ever have!" she said with pure lust and sure dominance.

To which I replied, "Well thank you, and thank you for sharing this tremendous specimen of a cock with me. You are truly lucky to have access to such a beast. I am jealous, and FULLY endorse him as your lover!"

And as I sat on the floor, a bit disheveled with his cum drying on my face and with my hint of mascara and lip gloss running and smudged, I glanced down at my crotch and then looked at her, with a hopeful pleading in my eyes.

"Yes, about that..." she started. "The good news is that I no longer have any desire to keep you locked up, or to continue training you. You have graduated as far as I'm concerned; you are now a licensed cock-sucker. The score is final and I have beaten you fully. You are my bitch and will always know that I am the women who 'ruined' you, though I prefer to call it liberation. Oh and just so you know, I did get this last session on tape, but truthfully, I have no desire to share it with anyone; it will just be my little reminder, my trophy after such a long contest of wills. Please know that I will not blackmail you, ever. I have attained my prize and am totally satisfied. But that is not to say that everyone is satisfied."

"Thank you, but what do you mean that not everyone is satisfied? Do the girls want me too continue on?" I said.

"Well yes, some of the girls do. I mean a good maid is hard to find, but that is between you and them to work out. But it is Jake, you know, the fabulous gay man with the extra large cock who's been taking a special interest in you, who's had you blow him much more than any of the other guys; his desires are the issue here. You see, he has convinced me that he wants to marry you, to make you his exclusive bitch, and after hearing his plans, I just had to give him the key to your chastity device."

"What? Why? How?" I stammered.

"Well in California, homosexual men can marry each other," she said, "and he does want to make you his wife. And I simply LOVE the idea of being in your wedding party; along with your other ex's who've already given this union their full blessing. It'll be so much fun being your bride's maids, sending you off on your honeymoon. Oh don't look so sad or worried. He said that once you are married and he's consummated the union, he'll release you permanently from you device, though if you misbehave anytime later, he reserves the right to put you back in, as punishment. I think the whole idea is fabulous, wonderful, and very fitting. You'll have direct access to as much cock as you could ever want. How wonderful for you!"

I sat still and silent. And she continued on with one last question, "So sweetie, I want you to answer me now with complete honesty. You answer will not change anything for me or you in any way, so you can answer truthfully. So, do you now actually like to suck cocks, either to please me or out of your own desire?"

Again, I sat still and quiet for a long moment while searching my mind for the honest truth before answering, "Yes, I guess that I have come to like sucking cock. There is just something about it that feels so right. I can't really explain it. Perhaps it is an acquired taste that I'd never have had the opportunity to acquire without your knowing guidance. And now, I just can't seem to get enough of it."

And she just smiled.

PART 21

And so my fate was sealed, and I no longer cared about being humiliated publicly, or anything at all, except expertly sucking cock (which now dominate most every aspect of my life) and finally getting an orgasm (hoping that my long soft cock will still function when the day comes).

The girls were all giddy and enthusiastically helped me prepare for my wedding. I had moved in with Jake and now blow him eagerly and often, while maintaining my androgynous yet femme appearance just the way he likes it. It's funny, but of all the feminine things that I've been doing, I find that wearing my slim diamond engagement ring makes me feel the most girlish and vulnerable, and owned.

The wedding is in two months, and I cannot wait (to get out of this damned device). Getting ass-fucked, providing endless blowjobs, and changing my last name to his, will all be just a small price to pay for even a single orgasm. Desperation makes a person do previously unthinkable things. But sometimes desperation can be a useful motivator to find new, glorious paths, and I owe all of my success to Jessica, who will be attending my wedding as my most beloved maid of honor.

Thank you Jessica, for never giving up on me!

THE END