3 comments/ 97717 views/ 17 favorites Careful What You Wish For By: Mag58 My wife kissed me on the cheek as she left the house to go clubbing with her girlfriends. She looked fabulous, as always, dressed in a low cut, short black dress, leather knee-high boots and black stockings. As soon as I saw her close the taxi door I raced upstairs to log onto the Internet. She went out with her friends every Friday and I would spend the whole evening surfing porn sites. Andrea and I had been happily married for seven years. Sadly our sex life was becoming stale. I flicked through several sites as I checked my e-mail accounts. The site that I was looking at was particularly dirty. It was members' only site that catered for 'forced sex' and 'gang-bangs'. Over the previous 6 months I'd checked out most sexual activities but found myself coming back to this site over and over again. I loved looking at the pictures of women having sex with groups of men. I'd masturbate several times a night imagining that I was taking part or it was my wife being abused. While browsing through my messages one in particular grabbed my attention. I clicked on message 136 and the following message opened up. “Fantasise about seeing your wife or girlfriend GANGBANGED? Do you want to turn your fantasy into reality? If YES, contact us for more details on e mail address etc, etc” My heart began beating faster and my cock became stiffer as I re-read the massage. At first I thought that it must be some kid messing about, then I realised that my fingers were typing the address into an e-mail document. "It'll be a laugh." I thought, as I typed 'Interested. Send details.' "It'll be a turn on for him to consider banging my wife." I sent the e-mail never thinking that they were serious or even lived in the UK anyhow. After about 10 minutes of surfing even darker porn sites, a message 'pinged' on screen. I checked my account to see that the message was from the person that I had replied to. It read… “We may be interested in your wife but need more details. Send by return”. I smiled and eagerly replied… “Andrea, 27, slim, no kids, 5 foot 6 inches, brown hair and blue eyes and I think she is attractive”. I pressed send. After two or three minutes I had another reply. “Send a picture and her sexual preferences. You could be in business” My heart gave a jump as I looked through “my documents” for something suitable. My cock was stiffening as I found a picture of her from a wedding we attended earlier in the year. She was wearing a hat and a light coloured dress that emphasised her curves. She looked gorgeous. "Picture attached. Loves oral (giving and receiving), prefers 'doggy style', enjoys wearing sexy lingerie. Not very vocal but is very orgasmic." I exaggerated about the oral sex, but it was only a bit of fun. I pressed send, and waited. About five minutes later I had the following reply… “She looks good. What is her bra size? Is she trimmed or shaven? Forward this information only if you are serious.” I wasn’t really serious but I was getting very turned on 'talking' about my wife to a stranger. I sent them the following reply anyhow. “She likes to wear sexy underwear (black or white), usually see-thru and lacy. Also likes (black) hold up stockings. She is a 34B bra size and neatly trimmed.” It gave me a real thrill, and my cock was close to bursting point, as I gave out her most personal details. Within a minute the next message arrived. “Excellent. Where do you live? We are in Essex”. Without thinking I re posted immediately, “Oxfordshire.” I was surprised that he/they lived so close. I imagined they would have been based overseas for some reason. The next message they sent had an attachment with the following message. “Is this how you want to see your wife?” I quickly opened the attachment. After about a minute of downloading, it showed a woman on her back surrounded by five men that were mauling her body. Her clothes were being ripped off, and her knickers had been pulled to one side exposing a very hairy bush. A black man was kneeling between her thighs fucking her as she sucked another man at the other end. It was highly erotic. I masturbated while I looked at the picture imagining it was Andrea. “Yes I’d love to see her look like that.” I e-mailed back, cock in hand. Seconds later another message arrived that shook me to the core. “Send your mobile telephone number so we can make this happen”. "Oh my God!" I thought, "These people are serious." Until that moment I had thought it was just a bit of fun – a fantasy. I signed out of my e-mail and turned the computer off. I was amazed and shocked that they were this serious and might actually have gone through with it. I thought no more about it until one morning the following week when I was leaving for work. I found a message stuck onto my car windscreen asking me to call a mobile phone number. I didn't recognise it so waited until I got to work to call. I closed my office door and dialled. The phone was answered with a harsh, ”Yes”. “Err hello you left me a message to call you” I said. “So you thought e-mail would keep you anonymous did you?” The voice grunted. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean,” I replied puzzled. “You e-mailed me last Friday about your wife –Andrea. She wears nice black lacy underwear, 34b tits and is nice and trimmed. You told me she likes sucking and fucking.” The voice went on. Suddenly I went very pale and felt my legs go weak as my mouth dried up. I took a gulp from my coffee cup and composed myself. “Err yes I know what you're talking about now.” I whispered. “I’m in your company car park. A silver VW Golf on the third floor. I want to see you NOW! Don’t keep me waiting” he demanded and the phone went dead. I got up from my chair and told my secretary that I was just nipping out for a couple of minutes. I slowly walked into the car park and climbed the stairs to the third floor. It was enclosed from the summer sun and very dark as I scoured the vehicles looking for the silver Golf. Suddenly a car flashed its headlights at me and I turned around. It was 'Him'. I walked over to the car. The passenger car door was already open. The driver was a big man, over six feet tall with a heavy muscle-bound build, shaved head and goatee beard. His arms were covered in Celtic tattoos. "How did you know where I worked?" I whimpered. He turned to me menacingly, “I followed you from home. When you joined my site you gave me your real address – idiot! Now don't piss me off unless you want to be found at the bottom of the canal. It was a mistake fucking me about on Friday.” Shaking, I realised that this man was very serious and if I did not co-operate fully with him he would carry out his threat. “OK what do you want” I asked him. “We want your wife.” He replied casually. “I wasn't serious," I told him, "I’m not sure she would want to take part”, I continued nervously. “Look pal, that's not how it is." He glared at me, "You offered her to us – we want her. It's as simple as that. If she puts up a fight, well that just adds to our fun! You can watch if you want to, with, or without her knowing you're there. Its going to happen anyway, so I don’t give a shit if you want to be there or not anymore.” My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to burst. "We've got a lock up place in London were we hold our parties," he laughed, "we even have a special room for visitors – twats like you that like watching their wives getting fucked by real men." “What do you want from me?” I asked slightly warming to his plan. “I need the alarm code of her car, all of her regular car journeys and I want to know when she is on her period as we don’t want to go to all this trouble when she’s on”. He instructed. “She’s just finished her period” I replied a bit too over eagerly, then I remembered what I was actually telling him. “Good, e-mail her car details tonight and I'll be in touch”, he told me as he ushered me away. I walked away from his car looking very nervous but I knew I had to get him the information otherwise I would end up with a good kicking and they would probably rape Andrea anyway. I felt very uneasy for the rest of the day and at about half past two I told my secretary that I felt unwell and was going home. “You don’t look too well Rob”, she replied hardly looking up from her VDU screen. Once I got home I looked through the documents for Andrea’s car and finally found the alarm code. I sent all of the information along with her movements for the following week by e-mail immediately. I checked my messages later that night. They replied at 8.30. "It will happen tomorrow. Be at the address below for about 10.30 if you want to watch.” I checked the address on Routefinder. It appeared to be a scrap yard in SE London. I rang my secretary and told her that I would not be in for the rest of the week, as I still felt unwell, which was actually the truth. I was already awake when the alarm buzzed at 7am. I showered and had breakfast as usual. Before I left the house at 7.45, I joined Andrea in our bedroom. "You okay?" I asked nervously, "Busy day at work?" My wife was getting dressed, a silky black thong, black see –thru bra, natural tights, a black and white flowing summer dress and a pair of black high-heeled shoes, she seemed confused at my questioning. "Yes to both questions," she cocked her left eye at me, "Why?" "Oh…you know, just …you looked….never mind. I'll see you tonight." I smiled and blew her a kiss. It took nearly two hours to find the address that I had been given. It was a scrapyard in a run down part of Southeast London. I slowly drove my car along the pot-holed road until I came to a cabin next to a metal gate. An old man hobbled to the side window. I wound it down. "You're keen," he cackled through broken discoloured teeth, "park behind there and follow me." As I drove behind the cabin two huge German Shepherd dogs began barking and straining at their leashes. I parked next to a BMW, Merc and a Jeep Cherokee. The old man led me passed the dogs to the side door of a large pre-fabricated hanger. Inside was a small, unlit room with a tiny table. There was a flask of coffee, plastic cups and a case of cheap beer on top. Standing in the far corner were 3 well-dressed Japanese businessmen nervously looking at me. We nodded 'hello'. “You can watch from there”, the old man said pointing to the opposite wall. There were six spy holes drilled through the brick wall. Each about an inch round, I tentatively looked through a peephole into a stark room. All I could see was an old sofa a dirty mattress and a strip light. My heart was racing now as my stomach turned. I couldn't believe what I was doing. What had started out as a wank fantasy was now turning into reality and my wife was going to be gang-banged in front of an audience. I felt nauseous as I took a swig of the beer that I had just been handed. The door opened again. "We're not too late are we, George?" A small fat Jewish looking man called out, as his taller friend immediately poured them two coffees from the flask. Looking at his watch the old man replied, "No, they'll be here in a minute, so you'd better get into your positions." George ushered us to the peepholes, before telling us with a chuckle, "There's plenty of Kleenex on the table, so make sure you use them. I'm sick of having to wash this fucking place after you lot have been in here!" As soon as I put my eye to the hole the door in the other room burst open and Andrea was dragged in by the man in the VW Golf and another tall, body builder type. A pillowcase was over her head and her hands were fastened with some cord. She was pushed face down onto the sofa making her dress ride up her legs. I could see that her tights had already been ripped at the crotch. My stomach turned over again but my cock ached for relief – it was so hard. Andrea was sobbing as they pulled the hood from her head. One of the guys undid her wrist fastenings as she now sat, shaking, facing them. Andrea tried to stand up but was pushed back down. "Sit still, we'll be back in a minute." The older guy grunted, then the two men left the room. A couple of minutes went by, while Andrea regained some composure. She stood up and walked around a little bit, her dress clinging to her feminine curves. Then she tried to open the door, but it was locked from the outside. Andrea began banging on the door, "Let me out, let me out. PLEASE! Let me out!" Suddenly the door was flung open, knocking her back into the room. Five men rushed in four only wearing shorts or track bottoms and old George who had a camcorder. Andrea took a step back as the four men surrounded her dropping their pants at the same time. As George locked the door the fat Jewish man shouted, "Fantastic!" He nudged his friend, who was standing next to me, "The big black lad is Joel. Wait until you see his cock; it's fucking enormous. The big lad with tattoos is Lenny, he organises these things." Then he whispered, "He's fucking evil." He picked up his voice again when the second black man grabbed Andrea's tits, "I think he's called Shola. I've only seen him once before. Ha, ha." He chuckled, "He likes fucking them up the arse." Andrea slapped his hand away but he wasn't going to be deterred that easily. The Jewish man described the characters as if they were actors in a film, not professional rapists. "I've never seen the Asian boy before, but he looks like he's got a big dick too." "The girl looks nice," he continued, "A bit small but looks like she'll put up a fight!" "Fucking Hell!" I thought, "What have I done?" He was right, Joel had an exceptionally large cock dangling between his legs. It must have been over 10 inches long. I was now very nervous but also very turned on. My own erection was straining inside my trousers. The men started pushing Andrea from one to another getting more and more forceful with every push. “Get off me! You bastards, leave me alone!” she screamed at them, which only made them laugh. The black man with the scar (Shola) grabbed her from behind and started to grope her tits through her thin dress. The Asian man pulled her dress up, exposing her torn tights and tiny thong. George was moving between them with his camera. Lenny grabbed her dress too and between them they pulled it over her head and off. Andrea was spitting at them as she furiously tried to fight them off. Her dress was thrown into the corner of the room leaving my wife standing in her black bra, thong, torn tights and high-heeled shoes. The men were moving around her like hyenas at a carcass. Lenny suddenly grabbed the waistband of her tights to try and pull them down only for Andrea to grab them herself in an attempt to keep them up. As she held onto her tights, the Asian guy released the clip of her bra, Joel pulled it off exposing her firm tits and large pink nipples. The men around me all cheered as the others started to grope and fondle her naked breasts. She raised her arms to protect her swinging tits. Lenny took advantage and pulled her tights and knickers down to her ankles, exposing her neatly trimmed pubes for the first time and making it difficult for her to move. “Get off me, get off me!” she shouted, but her pleas fell on deaf ears, as four pairs of hands groped and slapped her naked flesh. Andrea was then pushed down onto the middle of the sofa. Lenny and Joel sat next to her. Joel held her wrists with one hand and kissed her hard on the lips as he groped her tits, his massive cock swinging like a baseball bat. “Get rid of her knickers and open her legs!” Lenny told his friends as he began suckling on her left tit as his cock slapped against her belly. Shola and the Asian guy grabbed a shoe each, throwing them over their shoulders. Andrea was still struggling to keep her thighs together as her torn tights and black thong were dragged from her ankles leaving her completely naked. “She looks fucking well tight boys," The Jewish man announced, "They'll enjoy themselves with this posh bitch." I turned to see that he already had his trousers around his ankles and was wanking his long thin cock. The Asian man sniffed the gusset of Andrea's silky black panties, “He, he, he, she smells good.” He laughed as he passed the panties to Joel, who agreed. Andrea tried kicking and punching, as all four men descended on her like animals. It was no good; they totally overpowered her. Lenny grabbed her head and tried to make her suck his thick cock, but she kept her mouth shut, as Joel and the Asian guy finally pulled her legs apart. One of the Japanese men gasped as her neatly trimmed cunt glistened with copious amounts of her 'love-juice'. "Oh man!" Shola laughed as he jammed two long black fingers into her soaking pussy. "Have you seen how fucking wet she is?" He laughed as the others moved their positions so that they could see him easily fingering my slim white wife. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was grimacing as Shola continued his double finger fucking. Suddenly Andrea opened her mouth for air, only for Lenny to try and force his fat cock in. She shook her head as his purple knobhead went in, making sure it fell out again. Lenny grabbed a handful of hair making her scream, then forcing her mouth back onto his cock, "That's better, now suck it." Andrea tried not to, but his hand forced her head up and down on his cock. "Come on man," I heard someone say, " let's get her fucked, my balls are aching." "Okay, get her ready!" Lenny laughed as he let go of her hair. My wife was picked up turned over and forced over the arm of the sofa, her arse sticking up in the air. The youngest black man, Shola, positioned himself at her arse end and the Asian man sat on the sofa positioning himself at her head. Andrea was squirming and wriggling, as the two other men held her still so the first two could fuck her pussy and mouth. I watched with awe. I couldn't stop myself. Just like the others at the peepholes; I dropped my trousers and pants to my ankles and masturbated. The black man pulled her thighs apart and fingered her dripping fanny again before pushing his thick black cock against her tight pink hole. “No, No, No”, she pleaded as he grabbed her hips and began slowly feeding it inside her. His feet and knees kept her legs stretched apart, but her cunt was so wet it offered no resistance at all to his big black cock. He kept on pushing, as Lenny and Joel held her arms behind her back. The Asian man grabbed his brown cock with one hand and her head with the other, and told her to, ”Suck! Suck it Whitey!” Andrea very reluctantly opened her mouth and took maybe an inch of his cock in her mouth, “Fucking suck it properly rich bitch!” he told her and pushed the back of her head onto his cock forcing it right into her mouth until she gagged on it. “That’s more like it, now suck it properly.” he told her as he grabbed her tits, twisting a nipple between his fingers. George was still moving around the sofa with his camera recording all the gory details of my wife's debasement. The other two men were waiting eagerly for their fellow rapists to finish so they could take their turn with my wife. The Asian man came first, holding the back of Andrea’s head as he fucked her mouth, shooting his thick warm salty cum into her mouth. As he withdrew Andrea spat it out onto the sofa. “Don’t you like spunk?” he asked her. “No I fucking don’t," she shouted back as Shola continued fucking her. “Shame. You're going to have lots more before we finish with you, so you'd better get used to it”, he laughed. As the Asian man moved off the sofa Lenny let go of her arm and replaced him. He aimed his long gnarly erection at Andrea's mouth. She turned her head and looked away. Careful What You Wish For I’m Tina, 27 years old, about 5’10, 124 pounds with 34C breasts and long legs. My hubby thinks my ass is my best asset, but some of our friends beg to differ with him. Randy had been after me to fuck one of his buddies ever since we got married. He actually wanted me to fuck one of them on our wedding night, but back then I thought he was only kidding. I have always said no. The only guy who ever fucked me was Randy. I was a virgin the first time we made love. So now we have been married four years, and we’ve done about everything sexually one couple can do, just the two of us. Randy said it was time we spiced up our sex life. I didn’t think we needed any spice. We had sex every day, and on the weekends two or three times a day. But he was always after me to “play” as he called it. At first it was dressing sexily. Then it came to micro minis with no panties or bra. I would sit in a bar with Randy and make sure guys saw just about anything they wanted to. Then Randy wanted me to get high and dance with some of the guys who asked me, even though he sat right beside me, and my wedding rings were shining. It would take a few drinks before I got up enough nerve to do it. But after I downed a few, I began venturing out onto the dance floor with different guys. After the initial shock of feeling another man’s body touching mine in slow dances, it excited me when I felt their hard cocks pressed against my belly. Some of them were way bigger than Randy! Then eventually, I allowed them to slip their hands inside my top and play with my tits. Before long they had their fingers in my pussy and sometimes I’d let them finger fuck me to orgasm. I’d be insanely hot and half drunk and Randy would almost have to fight his way out of the club with me hanging onto to him to our car. Sometimes the guys would follow us out to the car and I’d flash my tits at them to tease them. Other times I’d lift my skirt and flash my pussy at them. Occasionally I slipped off all my clothes and sat there naked. Randy would play with my tits or pussy. These guys would beg us to let them fuck me. Sometimes they would offer Randy money. One guy laid out five 100 dollar bills on our windshield if he could fuck me just one time. After these times, we’d go home and fuck each other half to death all night long. I admit it. It excited me to no end. My pussy would get dripping wet just thinking about it. Last week we were going home after several hours in a club when flashing blue lights appeared behind us. We were on an almost deserted road. Randy was speeding. I was naked, my pussy so wet I was soaking the front seat, and the air in the car was filled with the scent of my pussy. We had no warning; the cop car came out of nowhere. Randy pulled over, and I leaned over the back seat to retrieve my clothes from where we’d thrown them. It was summer, and the windows were down. The cop’s voice came over the loud speaker. “Stop where you are, and turn around in that front seat. Do NOT lean over the back.” I was screwed. I was totally naked and Randy only wore a tight fitting muscle shirt. Randy was drunk and high, and I really don’t think he grasped the situation. I asked him what to do and he said just sit there. I heard two doors slam. A cop walked up on either side of the car. I covered my breasts and my pussy as best I could. The cop on Randy’s side asked for his driver’s license and registration. The cop on my side asked what the hell was going on. I told him we were playing. I said my clothes were in the back seat and could I please get them and put them on. He shook his head and told me to get out of the car. By this time they realized we were both drunk on our asses, and the other cop told Randy to get out. He was taking Randy back to the cop car. My cop led me around to the front of the car and had me face the car. The gravel hurt my bare feet. I was embarrassed and afraid another car would come along and see me this way. The cop had me lean over with my hands on the car and spread my feet. The night air was bathing my pussy. I’d been so wet in the car that juices were running down both my legs. I knew my pussy would be glistening. He leaned down and placed his hands on the inside of my legs at my ankles, and slowly moved his hands up the insides of my legs. When he passed my knees and was scant inches from where my legs ended and my pussy began I asked him what he was doing. He replied that he was searching for contraband. I told him there was no contraband inside my pussy and it looked like that was where he was headed. He asked if I preferred a female officer to search me. I reminded him that I was nude, and there wasn’t a place to hide contraband. He said he would perform a body cavity search unless I preferred a female officer. I told him I would. He then put his hand on my shoulder and pulled my arms behind my back. He clicked the cold cuffs on my wrists. I asked what they were for and he said that in order to have a female officer he would have to book me, take me down to jail, and wait until they got an officer to search me. No way did I want to go to jail. I asked him what would happen if I allowed him to perform the cavity search. He said that if he found nothing I would be released. I knew nothing was inside me. Reluctantly I agreed. He said he would have to get his partner so there was a witness. I asked if my husband could witness, but he said that was not possible. He opened the trunk of his car and pulled out an old army blanket. He led me to the blanket and helped me into a kneeling position with my ass in the air, and my face on the blanket. Then he went to get his partner. My ass was up in the air and spread apart. They had full access to my ass and my pussy. The first cop made a point of putting on rubber gloves to inspect me with. They both got on the blanket beside me. One of them was at my head and one at my rear. The suddenly, I felt bare fingers on the cheeks of my ass, spreading them apart. He’d pulled off the gloves already. Then a finger slipped down on either side of my pussy lips, and finally dipped into my slit, rubbing my juices up and down. I was trying to not get excited, but I was still half drunk from all I’d drank. He slipped a finger inside me, probing until he was inside me up to the knuckles. He sawed his finger in and out of me. I realized this was a farce. He was finger fucking me. Then he slipped another finger in, and finally three. His other finger began to lightly caress my clit. I was bucking and despite my best intentions I moaned. The other officer lifted my shoulders off the blanket, and slipped his finger inside my mouth. He ran it all around inside and leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth. Suddenly, the first officer pushed a well lubed finger inside my ass. I jumped with surprise, and then seconds later was moaning as he sawed his fingers in and out of my ass and pussy at the same time. The cop at my head had unzipped himself and had a huge cock out of his trousers. He rubbed the head over my lips until I opened my mouth and sucked him inside. I sucked him for all I was worth, totally caught up in the excitement of the moment. Then, as I knew he would, the first cop rubbed the head of his cock up and down my groove. Slowly, he slid it up and inside me. I had one cock in my mouth and one in my pussy. They began a rhythm and I was loving it. They fucked me about 5 minutes and changed places. I loved the taste of my pussy on the cop’s dick as he pushed it inside my mouth. The cop in my pussy was slamming his big cock into me hard. Each slam would drive the other cop’s cock down my throat. I was totally helpless, and I loved it. I was theirs to do with as they pleased. I felt a scalding tingling deep in my pussy and the orgasm hit me so hard I thought I might lose consciousness. Then they both stopped at the same time. When the one in my mouth pulled out I said noooooooooo, please fuck me. One cop lay down, and they lifted me up like a doll and slipped me down over his cock. I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth, the cock splitting my pussy wide apart. The other cop pulled my cheeks apart and spit on my asshole. I knew what was coming. I told him no one ever had fucked me there. He had a huge cock. I was scared. He rolled up his T shirt and stuffed it in my mouth and pulled back against my head. Suddenly he shoved that big fucking cock right up in my ass. I was totally unprepared. The pain was white hot and I screamed and screamed. The shirt muffled my cries. They were both fucking me like a rag doll and soon the pain turned into raw carnal craving. When he pulled out the T shirt I screamed for them to fuck me. After they both came inside me (they came like racehorses, I never saw so much cum) and I came like 6 times, we all lay down on the blanket. They told me if I cooperated with them we would be free by Monday morning. They took Randy to a small jail cell and took me to their apartment. All Saturday and that night and Sunday and that night they fucked me over and over and over. Sometimes their cop friends were there. I believe about twelve of them fucked me over the weekend. There would be one in my ass, one in my mouth, and one in my pussy. I would shower, take a drink (they kept me high all weekend) and come into the living room where they all played with me. Saturday night they took me out in a squad car and Tim, a big Irish cop, held me naked on his lap with his cock inside me. We drove all over town with his cock inside me. We would stop and other cops would come over to talk to them. Tim just kept moving me all over his lap, playing with my nipples. I came so often I was limp in his arms. The other cops started to play with my tits while they were talking. God, I have never been so turned on. Tim came three times over a two hour span and never took his cock out of me. But all three of my cops fucked me in that squad car that night. Monday morning they took me home. There were three cop cars. The escorted me, naked, broad daylight up to my door and inside. When Randy got home, I was in our bed with two cops. Three were downstairs. Randy was red faced but never said a word. That weekend changed my entire life. I am now a police mascot. I have fucked every single male cop in that precinct. Randy hardly ever gets to fuck me. The guys told Randy if he ever mistreated me he would never see daylight again. I guess the real moral of this story is, be damned careful what you wish for. You might just get it. Careful What You Wish For "Slut." You look me over, appraising my immodest outfit from the floor on up—Mary Jane pumps, bare legs, plaid skirt that barely covers my ass, blood red top with a plunging neckline, a silver cross nestled between my breasts—and say it again, a quiet edge in your voice: "Slut." You tuck my hair behind my ear, revealing my fragile neck where you let your fingernails graze the skin. Shivers run down my body and I turn my eyes to the floor, but you grab hold of the side of my neck and force me to look up and to be still. Your tone changes from meditative to commanding. "You will look at me when I speak to you, slut. I want to see the fear in your eyes." I dutifully keep my eyes trained on yours as you laugh cruelly. "Yes, just like that!" You seem pleased and for the briefest moment I think that this is a good thing, before your hand flies out and slaps me across the face. The force sets my face downcast once again, which seems to have been your intention as you roughly pull my head back up. "Now that," you say smoothly, looking into my eyes, "is real fear." I had been the one to bring it up, to ask slyly what you thought, knowing there weren't many men likely to decline rough sex. But I wasn't just asking for rough sex. I wanted discipline. I wanted denigration. I wanted you to take absolute control. I asked for this, I repeat over and over in my head as I follow you to the kitchen. It's one of the first warm days of spring and the breeze coming in the window feels good. In one swift motion you pull out a chair, sit yourself down, and pull me over your lap so that my ass is just above your groin. You push my legs down with one arm and my ass rises just above the rest of me. As my ass rises, the tiny skirt rides up and totally uncovers my lacy white panties. For a moment I'm mortified; then my natural slut kicks in and I wonder what you're thinking, looking at me like that. I don't have long to wonder. I asked fo- I start to say in my head when my thoughts are interrupted by a sound: swish as your hand cuts through the air and smack! as it lands on my barely covered ass. "Aaarghh!" I groan more in surprise than pain; you're just warming up. Swish ... smack! ... again ... and again ... you've delivered ten light spanks before you pause. In the momentary silence, you slip a finger under the edge of my underwear, pull them down and off, to allow you full appreciation of your effect on me, both my reddening ass and the increasing wetness between my legs. "Do you know why you are receiving this punishment?" you ask, stroking my thighs from just below my rosy ass-cheeks down to the ticklish spot behind my knee and back up the inner side, stopping just before you might brush against my cunt. Distracted by your hand on my thighs, I don't respond right away, prompting a much harder SMACK! I cry out, which only secures me another three spanks, hard and fast, before I manage to begin answering your question. "I am being punished for my sluttish ways: for thinking about sex all the time, and especially for those ..." I quickly count them in my head "... six men I let fuck me this semester." Swish ... SMACK! "Seven," you correct me. Fuck, I forgot. "But that doesn't count, he was too drunk to fuck me." "Is that a whine I hear?" Your voice gets real soft. Dangerous. "Do you think I care whether he managed to fuck you or not? The point is, you wanted him to. Didn't you, slut?" The question was rhetorical, which becomes painfully clear as you commence the spanking in earnest. As the pain of each spank builds on top of the last, I begin to lose any conscious thought. I forget what I did to deserve this. I forget that I asked for it. Eventually I forget that anything ever existed outside of this, forget that my body ever knew anything but these waves of pain coursing through it. Suddenly I find myself on my feet. You've set me upright; as I begin to falter and lose my balance you pull me toward you. I wrap my arms around your neck and kiss you desperately, needing reassurance, forgiveness, absolution. Forgetting your role as torturer, you hold me closer and kiss back just as violently as, a moment ago, you had been spanking me. Sweeping me up in your arms you carry me to the bedroom and lay me down, gentle for one brief moment. You strip—quickly, thoughtlessly—and come to me. Your hands are rough as they knead my breasts beneath my shirt, your mouth hard as you attack my neck, your body crushing as you lay your whole self on me, forgetting for once to worry about my fragility. You push my skirt up and slide a finger down my cunt, then hold it to my lips; I give way, sucking your finger clean, enjoying the taste of my own arousal. Snatching your hand away from my mouth, you force my arms above my head and hold them there as you enter me all at once, your cock thrusting deep and hard. You fuck me, carelessly taking your pleasure. I don't deserve to be enjoying this, but I am. Forgiving, you see my joy and rather than punish me for it you lie back and pull me on top of you, allowing me to climax in minutes. As my cunt pulses around your cock, you come deep inside me. Careful What You Wish For A short, little story to serve as a warning to some of us who might frequent this site. No sex scenes. No background and the whole story takes place in not much more time than it will take to read it. ================ Sue let out a sigh as at last her husband John rolled off her, sated, and fully satisfied. She hoped it sounded like a sigh of pleasure rather than the relief that she felt, but knew deep down that John was beyond worrying about such things. "That was something wasn't it, honey?" he managed to grin at her, fighting to regain his breath. "I told you it would be good for us." "Yes, sure John," Sue replied quietly. Wondering how long she should wait till she rolled over and tried to fall back to sleep. "Come on what's up honey?" John demanded. "Nothing," she answered shortly, keeping her anger in check. "Come on Sue," he pushed her. "That was great wasn't it? What's up?" "Nothing's up," his wife reaffirmed. "Come on," he goaded her. "Am I too much for you then? Can't you keep up with me?" "Shut up and go back to sleep John," Sue pleaded, even though she knew that she wouldn't be able to, not with the guilt she was feeling. Not knowing what she was going to have to admit to some time very soon. "Don't be so bloody miserable woman," John continued to antagonise her. "You had an orgasm. What more do you expect?" "I didn't," Sue snapped, biting her tongue with regret at what she just admitted to. "Course you did," he sneered at her. "I heard you groan." "I faked it John," Sue all but sobbed, having had enough of the farce she felt she was living. "I'm so sorry honey but I faked it to keep you happy." "WHAT!" "I'm sorry John, but I faked my orgasm, just like I've been doing for some time now." "But .... But ..." John babbled. "Why Sue? What's wrong with you?" "Nothing's wrong with me John," Sue continued to sob. "It's you John. It's all your damn fault." "My fault," he cried back at her. "How can it be my fault for Christ's sake?" "You're no damn good in bed John," Sue shouted at him, no longer able to contain her emotions in check. "You're hopeless. Zero! I'm sorry John, but you're a lousy lover, and your prick is hardly big enough to qualify as a real cock." "What? But how ....? How could you ....?" John started to whine. "Everything was fine for so long." "Yes it was John," Sue assured him, regaining control of her emotions, not wanting to hurt him further. "You were my first and only lover and I was perfectly happy. Then you started to try to persuade me to go with other men. You damn well knew that I hated the idea, but you wouldn't give up, would you?" "But you agreed Sue," John replied weakly. "You went along with it." "That's not how I remember it John," Sue retorted with sadness. "You got me drunk one night and then virtually tricked me into having sex with that awful friend of yours, Mike. You know I've never liked him. Why him for God's sake?" "He's got a reputation with the ladies Sue," John mumbled pathetically. "I thought if you tried him out first, then you might do it again if you enjoyed it." "Well I did enjoy it you stupid bloody man," Sue shot back at him. "It was fantastic and I absolutely loved it. I just hated him. I hate him even more than I used to." "But why Sue?" "Because he showed me what I was missing John," she replied, trying her best not to shout at her husband. "It was him who showed me how fantastic sex could be John, and just ...... Just how inadequate you were............ I'm sorry." "So why did you agree to go with Tim the following week if you were hurting so bad honey?" "I'm not sure John," she answered thoughtfully. "I'd like to pretend it was just to please you, but being honest, I was tempted. You know how well Tim and I have always got on. We both know he's always fancied me and I was tempted." The two of them looked at one another for some moments, both wondering where to go next. "Tempted enough to fuck him that first night though." "We didn't," Sue whispered. "But you did Sue, you said you did," John pointed out. "You said it wasn't anything special." "I lied John," she admitted with reluctance. "I'm sorry honey, but I lied, to please you. I went to the bar with him as you'd arranged, and we had a drink together before going back to his place. When he told me how surprised he was that I'd agreed to what you wanted, I broke down and cried. The next thing I remember is being back at his apartment and crying my eyes out while he cuddled me and consoled me. We stayed like that all night. We never even took any clothes off." "You mean you didn't have sex with him?" John exclaimed in surprise. "No we didn't," his wife confirmed. "So you've never had sex with Tim then?" John queried shaking his head in some weird form of disappointment. "I didn't say that John," Sue claimed, choosing her words carefully. "Well you did or you didn't," John pressed her. "Which is it?" "I didn't that first night John, but we have since ------ I'm sorry." "Since? What do you mean since?" "I met him a couple of afternoons later John. He said he'd talk it through with me and try to explain how a husband could still love his wife but want her to have sex with other men. It was that, that I couldn't understand John." "So what happened?" John almost choked on. "We got talking and then I started to cry again so he cuddled me to comfort me. He wiped some of my tears away and somehow he ended up kissing me. Before either of us knew it, I was kissing him back and we were soon tearing one another's clothes off. Then he slid his cock inside me. It was huge John, absolutely bloody huge. It must have been at least seven inches long, maybe more. I'd never felt anything like it before and it was so much better than I'd ever experienced before. Never mind about you, it was better than with Mike even. He fucked me for three or four hours till I had to get dressed to come home and make your dinner." "You've been with him behind my back Sue?" John asked in disbelief. "Several times I'm afraid John because I didn't think you'd mind," she agreed, giving him a sympathetic look. "And it gets better each time, but if you hadn't encouraged me, then I would never have known." "I can't believe that you've had sex with him several times Sue." "Well, strictly speaking John," Sue explained, wondering how he was going to accept her next revelation. "We only had sex the once. Since then, John and I have been making love. Deep, passionate, wonderful love. I'm sorry to have to tell you that." "What's the difference Sue? When we make love, we have sex." "I don't think you understand John," Sue said, getting up from the bed and going into the shower, having made an important decision. "I'll explain when I come out." John lay there unhappily, his mind in a quandary. His wife, his wonderful Sue had been off making love to another man without his knowledge. Sure enough he'd spent hours trying to persuade him to grant him that very fantasy, and he'd been over the moon when she'd at last given in. But behind his back? John wasn't at all sure if he was happy with that, and he lay there a very confused soul. "Right John," carried on Sue, when she emerged from the shower and started to get dressed. "Sex is sex, but you make love with someone that you are in love with. It's different and so much better." "But you just told me you make love with Tim honey," John puzzled. "How can that be?" "Because I love him John," she gently informed him. "Just like I used to love you." "Used to love me?" John retorted in anguish. "Yes used to John, but not any more I'm afraid, at least not like I used to. What we just did was have sex, and I can assure you it's simply not the same thing at all as what I do with Tim ------ Now do you understand the difference?" He still didn't, but his problems were far from finished. "Where are you going," he called after her as she finished dressing, obviously getting ready to go out. "Going to see Tim," Sue replied sadly, tears in her eyes as she looked back at John. "What time will you be back?" Demanded John. "I won't be honey," she explained, even though she hated doing it to him. "I'm going to live with Tim. Sorry John, but I'm leaving you." "But you can't Sue," cried out John. "We've just made love not half an hour ago. You can't just leave like that." "We didn't make love John, we had sex. Tim thought that I should let you have me one last time for old time sake, as once I'm his woman then there'll never be any other men in my bed again. He's told me that, and I've agreed without reserve." "But .... But .... But ....." John garbled, lost for words. "Bye dear," Sue called out as she left. "There's a micro-wave meal in the cupboard for tonight, and a few beers in the fridge. I'll see you around sometime. I hope we can still be friends." "Friends???" Muttered John to himself, there being nobody else left to hear him. With little left for him to do, he slumped down and sobbed, swearing to himself that if he ever found a woman like Sue in his uncertain future, that he'd never let his fantasy rule his brain again. Be careful what you wish for? How true! Careful What You Wish For No matter where you live on the planet, no matter what you call it, All Hallows Eve, Halloween, Samhain, this night is the time when the distinction between the living world and the other realm becomes blurred. Just one night of the year where the corporeal and the ethereal, the living and the dead, the past and the present, can walk the same plane of existence. Good or bad, mischievous or harmless, playful or with evil intent, all can come out to play on All Hallows Eve. Zack was definitely out to play, and though his intent could not be described as evil, it was most certainly self-serving and selfish. Zack is one of those boys, 19 years old and thinks he rules the world, and it would be true to say that inside his comparatively tiny world and all that interests him within it, he does rule it. 6ft 4 inches of tanned, toned athletic body, crowned with a halo of gold blonde hair, he is pretty much the epitome of every post-adolescent girls 'sex god' ideal. He plays sport, he's captain of the local basketball team, he runs, he goes to the gym, he surfs. He has an entourage of adoring cheerleaders and not a few cheerleaders Moms too! Everyone loves Zack, from the school sports coaches at his local college to the 9th graders who tack newspaper clippings of him to their walls. Everyone loves Zack, most of all, Zack himself. There is however in the small town of Huntersville, a selection of people who don't really love Zack at all. You couldn't call them a group, because they wouldn't admit it to anyone and so have never discovered the existence of others. But they are there. As the popular boy in town, Zack had his share of sexual experiences with a fair number of the many willing, clamouring girls. His first conquest was Shelley, just turned 18, new girl in town and cute as a button in her short cheerleaders skirt, tight cropped top and bouncy blonde bunches. Wowee, Shelley was a cutie alright, and willing too, it hadn't taken her long to figure out Zack was 'the' boy to bag. He had driven her up to the woods at the top of the hill, a popular spot for parking and making out. She had been driving him wild half the night at a party, skipping around in a tiny skirt, her butt cheeks and panties tantalisingly peeking out from beneath. He was half hard by the time they got to the top of the hill and his thick 8inch cock was straining at his shorts, fully to attention just seconds after he pressed his lips against hers and sank his tongue into her hot little mouth. He knew he'd got her going, she got into the back of the car with him and he had quickly found a way into her panties, slipping a finger under the elastic at the top of her thigh. She was so wet for him, if he hadn't had an epic jerk off session before heading out that night, he would have cum in his shorts like a total dweeb. With cute little Shelley writhing under him, making fake attempts to push him off and alternating between moans of pleasure, panting "Yes, mm yes," and little cries of "No.. Oh no!" he worked two fingers into her tight, grasping little cunt. She'd bucked and squirmed under him, pushing down onto his fingers until they were buried inside her, up to the knuckles. He roughly pushed up her skirt, pulled down those tiny white panties and jammed the head of his swollen dick against her wet pussy lips. "Mmm, you're so sweet baby, this will feel real good," he promised her as he pushed inside, her hot little cunt slowly stretching to accommodate him. She'd cried out at the pain as his massive cock entered her, and he covered her mouth with his own, her hands gripping and clawing at his back. His hips jerking hard as he thrust his full length deep inside her, feeling his hard tool bottom out against her cervix as his balls slapped against her bare ass. He'd meant to enjoy this longer, his first proper fuck, but the heady combination of her impossibly tight cunt gripping and milking his cock, and her little panting cries of pain mixed with pleasure sent him over the edge. Just three or four savage thrusts and he unloaded jet after jet of thick cum into her sore pussy. He collapsed on top of her, moaning into her hair, "Oh I love you Baby, I love you." She'd waited for him to call, but he never did. He lay at home, jerking off to the memories of her soft, sweet little cunt, his cock springing to life at the thought that he'd had it first, he'd taken her and broken her in. Zack had plenty of other dates that went along fairly similar lines, most of them not virgins like Shelley, some of them he saw more than once, but none satisfied him fully. He longed for a woman who could master him, one who wasn't awestruck by his status but would take control, take him to his limits and maybe further. But as an arrogant dumb jock, with all the conversational skills of a brick wall , the depth of a puddle and the emotional sensitivity of 165lb of raw steak, Zack would never find that woman. ************* 2 ************** All Hallows Eve, fortunately for partying purposes a Friday, dawned bright and crisp and clear. There were any number of parties planned around the college campus and at various houses in town and Zack knew he was invited to all of them should he choose to attend. He and his buddies from the team had gone through every costume store in town, with Zack declaring most of the costumes to be, "Gay!" or, "Totally gay, no way!". Finally he settled on the one costume he figured was utterly 'none gay', a doctors outfit of white coat, stethoscope and black pants. The rest of the guys picked out things like pirate outfits or werewolf costumes, except for Ryan who decided to be a vampire and couldn't quite find what he needed. In a spirited frame of mind the group made their way across town to the 'Freak Shop' as the local magic and gothic store was known. Bursting in through the doors, disturbing the quiet atmosphere in the dark, heavily perfumed store, Zack and his friends made quite a racket. The regular customers made themselves scarce, being the typical prey for this group of bullies, leaving just Miranda behind the counter. "Can I help you boys?" she asked softly, flicking a glossy black braid over her shoulder. "Yeahhhhhh, where's your vampire shit hidden?" Zack demanded. Miranda rolled her eyes a little behind her steel-framed spectacles. "Vampire 'shit', is over there in the corner," she indicated to a row of shelves and clothing racks, holding amongst other things, fake blood, fake pointy teeth, pointy collared shirts and black cloaks. The boys made a nuisance of themselves rummaging through the stock whilst Ryan picked out what he needed. Zack picked up a little glass vial and parchment sheet that came with it. "All Your Heart Desires Potion?" He jeered, "Like this shit really works!" Miranda glared at him. "If it doesn't honey, I'll give you a full refund!" she hissed, daring him to buy it. Zack looked round to see if the other guys were paying attention, but they were too wrapped up in waving magic wands around at one another and trying to re-enact scenes from Buffy. "Ok, I bet I see you tomorrow morning for my refund!" He threw down a handful of dollars and stuffed the potion in his pocket. "Don't forget the incantation sweetie!" Miranda smiled at him, honey laced with acid. He grabbed it and pushed it into his wallet before the other boys came back to the counter with Ryan's selections. Making his excuses to the guys, Zack took off on his own back to his room. The idea was stupid, of course it was, the vial just contained coloured water or oil with maybe a little flavour in it. But in the back of his mind a little voice told him to go ahead, why the heck not. What did he have to lose? He found the items the parchment detailed, two orange candles and some table salt. Following the instructions carefully he moved around the room placing a pinch of salt in each corner, though he couldn't get into the last one as his bed was in the way, and he ended up dropping the salt in the bed. He didn't really think it would matter though, after all it wasn't as if it was real! He sat on the floor, the candles lit in front of him, one at each hand and a metal dish in the centre. Holding in his mind what he wanted he knocked the contents of the vial back in one go and read the incantation out. "All I desire, I should find; Hidden in my heart and mind. What I want I now will get, With this spell my wishes met." With that he touched the parchment to each flame in turn and let it burn until the flame licked his fingertips and he had to drop it into the dish in front of him. Behind his closed eyelids images flickered, a dark haired woman with full curving figure, her face hidden from his; a fire crackling, flames leaping high; the sharp, musky taste of a woman's' pussy; the tightly puckered ring of an anus... He came too at the hammering on his door, he must have fallen asleep after messing about with the stupid spell. "Come on Zack, let us in dude!" He could hear his friends outside yelling. Pulling on the white Doc outfit and slinging the stethoscope over his head he ran out the door, whooping and hollering with them as they headed for the first party. Two hours later, and more glasses of punch than he'd admit to, the boys and Zack were on their way to the third party. It was getting late now and all the little groups of kids had long gone home with their bags and baskets of candy. Aiming a kick at a flickering Jack-o-lantern, Zack pushed his way through a big heavy front door, into the seething mass of partying teenagers inside. The music was thumping and the lights dimmed. Zack could hear his buddies laughing and shouting some where across the room, but it was too packed with bodies to see them. He grabbed another cup of punch from the bowl on the table, and swaying a little moved outside to the back yard. Out back there was a group of girls, bobbing for apples and shrieking as each time some clown would dunk someone's head right under. Their tops were soaked, revealing bras and in several cases, no bra at all, just hard, dark nipples jutting through the tight,wet fabric. "Yeah!" Zack thought to himself, "Now things are hotting up!" Pushing his way through the crowd, he was about to dunk a sassy little brunette head first in the barrel of water, when he felt a hand on his ass. "Hey honey," a voice whispered in his ear. The hand caressed his firm buttock and moved around, across his hip to his hard flat stomach. "Who is that?" Zack laughed, but pressed up against the crowd he couldn't see. As he tried to turn around the voice said in his ear, "Meet me by the trees, over behind the pool." The hand slipped from his waist and was gone. When he managed to free himself from the crush of people, he scanned the yard, making out the tall stand of trees backlit by moonlight shading corner of the yard. No sign of anyone hurrying over there though. Someone cranked the music up louder and people spilled out of the house to dance in the wide flat yard. Another drink was pushed into his hand and he drank and danced, warm bodies pressing up against him, bumping off one another. That voice though, whispered in his head, reverberating through his mind, and soon he found himself alone, crossing the yard heading for the pool and the stand of trees beyond. Oh man, he was drunk. He felt the ground moving beneath him, refusing to keep still as he weaved his way around the pool, tripping in the darkness to the far edge of the yard. A voice in the darkness, "I've been waiting for you, baby." He thought he caught a glimpse of blonde hair, the bounce of girlish pigtails but he couldn't be sure. Heck he was three sheets to the wind and it was pitch black, he could barely see his hand in front of his face and if he had, he'd have seen two! He felt a hand trace a line from his arm, up, over his shoulder to his neck and then his ear. A hand at the back of his head pulling him forwards and down. Soft wet lips on his, a tongue opening, exploring between his, prying deep inside his mouth. Into his hair, his ear, his neck, a husky whisper, "I've been watching you all night. You are a sight to behold." He shivered as he felt a fingernail draw a line down his spine, teeth nipping and kissing at his neck and throat. As drunk as he was he felt his cock stir in his shorts, his balls swelling and that familiar tingling warmth deep inside his groin. "Come with me sugar," the voice purred. The hand brushed across the growing bulge in his pants and then grasped him by the wrist. "You have lots to learn." Then he was stumbling after her, never quite able to see her clearly. He could swear one minute she was a cheerleader, tiny pleated skirt, tight buns peeking out, perky pigtails bouncing. But then when he tried to focus he found he couldn't quite make her out. He figured the lack of light and the alcohol must be playing tricks on him as he tried again to bring her into focus. Shapely figure, firm high tits, curvy pert rear, oh yes. But her hair, her face, indistinct. Maybe she was blonde, maybe light brown. For a split second a shaft of moonlight caught her and he suddenly thought she had a long waving mane of black hair, and then the light changed and again he wasn't sure. He felt the ground change and they were walking on sand, over the beach and presumably under the pier, another favourite make out spot for local teenagers. They stopped, and she turned to him, pushing him back into the sand. He felt her kneel astride him, her long firm thighs either side of his hard stomach, her pert bottom brushing against his bulging, straining groin. They kissed passionately, deeply, for a few minutes, but when he tried to flip her over and assume his normal, dominant position she resisted him. "Ahh ahhh," she reprimanded him, pinning him by his wrists to the sand. "I'm in charge here sweetie." He struggled a little, this wasn't right, she was just a little thing and he not much short of 170lb of athlete. He should have, normally he would have, been able to flip her over and hold her down. She took his mind off the edge of panic by grinding her panty clad pussy against him, making his cock jump and strain against the fabric of his pants. "You hold still baby." She began to slide down his body until she could undo his belt, releasing his cock with a deft, practised hand. His eyes rolled back in his head as she skilfully manipulated his throbbing dick, dimly aware that he couldn't move his wrists, even though she no longer had hold of him. Expertly she caressed his cock, bringing him to the edge of orgasm over and over, seemingly reading his mind and backing off before he could cum. Without ever seeing her take her pants off, suddenly she was straddling his face, bringing her glistening pussy to his lips. "Kiss my pussy sweetie, taste me, fuck me with your tongue!" She commanded him and he obeyed. He'd never really bothered with pleasuring girls before, only ever providing enough foreplay to get a girl wet enough to enter her. He'd been down on a few but for just a brief lick and though it was pleasant enough it was never something he had spent time on before. Now he couldn't get enough of her, the scent, her juices, it was like he was driven to lick up every drop he could find. To work his tongue as deep as possible, right to her very core if he could. He ran his tongue along her slit, finding it slick with her tangy cream. He lapped at it urgently, working his tongue deep into every crease and fold, finding her clitoris and rolling it under his tongue. The wetter she got the more he wanted and he began to suck hungrily on her clit as she moaned above him, riding his face. "Fuck me baby," she growled at him, and leaned forwards, her hot breath on his cock. "Fuck my cunt and ass with your tongue!" The teasing of her rapid, panting breaths on his dick drove him on further and despite inwardly being sickened at the idea of licking her dirty hole, he found himself desperately seeking it out. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, licking up the gleaming drop of pre-cum oozing from his slit. "Fuck it with your tongue honey," she purred, beguilingly, "And maybe you can fuck it with your cock later." Like a man possessed, he worked his tongue in and out of her cunt and around her tight little pucker. The thought of driving his long, thick cock in there pushed all thoughts of 'dirty' out of his mind. Once a few months ago, one of the girls he had dated had asked him to put a finger up there, but feeling repulsed at the idea he had refused. Instead he had tried, unbidden and without lube, to jam his cock inside her ass and she had screamed in agony, bolting from his room in tears. Since then he had not stopped thinking about how it would feel to penetrate someone anally, and now it looked as though he might get his chance. By now he had worked his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and was slurping and lapping at her hole, getting her relaxed and loose enough he hoped, to allow his huge cock entry. He felt her hips raise up off him, as she lifted herself up. He hoped she was going to ease herself down over his cock and finally let him cum, but realised with a jolt, he still could not move his body at all. "What's going on, let me up!" he yelled, but the response he got was just a girlish laugh. "Ah no sugar, I said I'm in charge tonight." He rolled over and found to his delight that he could move, but once he got onto his hands and knees again he found he was trapped there, stuck in that position. Slowly, without seeing or feeling who pushed him, he felt his upper body lower to the floor, his face pressed into the sand. "What the fuck?" he shouted into the salty, gritty ground. "Shut up and take it sweetie. Learn something new!" the husky voice replied, spreading his ass cheeks and stroking the underside of his cock and balls. Despite his rapidly rising fear he found he was incredibly turned on, his bare asshole exposed to the cold night air, his cock and balls dangling between his legs. Again he felt soft breath on the end of his cock, so hard and swollen now it was beginning to hurt. Then cool wet lips surrounding his bulging head, warm tongue swirling around it, engulfing him. He tried to thrust and found he couldn't, and as he relaxed into the blowjob he felt a finger at his anus, circling and pressing. "Uuuuuuughhhh," he protested but the finger didn't stop and the blowjob increased in intensity. Gradually the sensation of the finger caressing his anus became pleasant, verging on welcome, and then it started to penetrate him, forcing its way past his tight virgin sphincter, aiming for his hot dark bowels beyond. Again he tried to resist but this time found that every time he tried to say 'no' what came out was a lustful moan, an encouraging gasp or sigh. He struggled to pull away but found himself pressing back, pushing himself onto the exploring digit inserted into his virgin hole. "Shh baby, this will feel real good." The voice whispered, insistent. Powerless to move or object, he groaned as the tongue explored his exposed balls, the finger stretching his asshole wider and wider. First one then two, pushing in relentlessly, teasing and dancing across his p-spot, promising more but never quite delivering. Her tongue lapped around his tightly stretched hole, wetting it as she introduced a third finger firmly. His ass was on fire as she worked her fingers deep inside him, exploring the tight ring, the hot, soft flesh of his bowel beyond. As the pain subsided a little she leaned forwards to his ear. "I'm going to make you cum like you have never come before. You wished to be satisfied, fulfilled like you never have been, and you will be." Careful What You Wish For The memory of the spell from earlier that day came flooding back. No way, it couldn't be real, one of his buddies must have found out and told this crazy bitch. Zack tried to squirm, she definitely wasn't holding him down, he wasn't tied either. Why couldn't he move! The fingers in his ass slid out, bring sweet relief but also a strange unpleasant emptiness. She sucked on his balls, bringing him to the edge of orgasm again and then snapping him back with a hard pinch to his sensitive orbs. His mind distracted a little she began to push some unseen object at his sore anus, working it in a little way before he realised and tried to jerk away from him. "Nnngh," He growled into the sand, failing to move at all. "Spread your cheeks for me baby," she ordered him. To his horror he complied, his arms obeying instructions that were against his own will. His ass cheeks spread wide with his own unwilling hands, she began to push harder on the object, he assumed it was some sort of plug or dildo but in the pitch black he had no idea. With a grunt, his or hers by this point he could not tell, the toy popped through his inner barrier, stretching him so wide he thought he would surely split. She held still for a moment, readjusting her grasp and then, without waiting for him to be truly ready, she started to thrust it in and out, deeper and deeper. "Doesn't that feel good sweetie?" she asked, mockingly. In his head he wanted to swear, but to his horror cock and ass were beginning to respond to the brutal intrusion. "That's six inches inside you honey," she purred, "But I think you can take a little more." She thrust deeper, slowly pushing another three inches inside him as he began to pant and gasp. He tried to wriggle, leaning back on the thick toy penetrating his bowels, suddenly desperate for more, desperate to cum long and hard. "No no, you have to wait until I say." She whispered sweetly, and holding the toy steady she pushed him over onto his back. He felt his knees spread wide by some unseen hand, and she straddled him again, sliding his raging cock against her wet cunt. Leaning back she gripped the toy protruding from his anus and began to slide it in and out of him, slowly at first and then picking up the pace. His hands again mysteriously pinned over his head, he found he was beginning to be able to focus on her finally. Presumably the drink wearing off, he could make out high, pert tits, a slim waist, curved hips. She wriggled back and forth over his cock, he felt it slipping between her cunt lips and rubbing over her sopping clit. "Oh god, I want to cum, let me cum please!" He begged her, but she said nothing and he could feel his climax building and building, yet prevented somehow. She slid forwards again and rocked her pelvis up a little, until the head of his cock found her tight anus. Slowly. So slowly he could almost cry, she slid back, rocking her hips and working his cock against her hole until he felt it push in and then open, gripping the swollen head tightly. "Soon baby, soon. I"ll let you cum like never before." She promised him, looking down at his face though he could only see her silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Inch by inch she took his cock, deep into her ass. Slowly, painfully slowly she would slide down a little and lift back up and then slide down a little further. His balls were hard and heavy, throbbing with the need to cum and fill her ass with his seed. His cock was harder than he'd ever known it before and so deep, he could swear he could feel something inside her grasping at him. It felt like another sphincter, surely he was not so deep that he was penetrating past her rectum and into her colon?! He felt it again as she shifted down on him, taking the last two inches. He could feel a ring of muscle gripping just below the head head of his cock, just as the muscles of her anus were gripping the base. She began to ride him, somehow managing to fuck his rectum with whatever toy she had back there whilst sliding up and down his dick. The sensation of his prostate gland being pummelled by the intruding toy, and the head of his cock, buried so deep was making his balls burn and ache with the need to cum. She increased her pace, slamming herself down now, her anus clamped hard around the base of his dick and her internal muscles grasping and pulling at the head as he slid in and out of her colon. "Ok baby. Cum for me now!" She hissed at him. "OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK," he screamed as he came, feeling his cum flood her bowels as she relentlessly slammed his cock into her ass. "Oh God there's more..." he gasped as the toy milked rope after rope of hot cum from his throbbing swollen tool. He could feel his cum around his cock, coating her insides as the internal sphincter gripped his head tightly over and over, squeezing jet after jet of cum from him. She didn't stop. Crying out like a banshee she slammed her anus down on his cock, ramming the toy as deep as she could reach into his rectum. "It won't stop...... I can't stop!" he howled, yet another wave of orgasm ripping through his body, another jet of his teenage seed jetting up inside her. "Not yet honey, not yet." She cooed softly to him, continuing to milk his cock, ignoring his whimpers and sobs as she forced orgasm after orgasm through him. He looked up and finally saw her face clearly, or rather, her faces. First she was Shelley, sweet, innocent, willing Shelley. Then she was Rochelle, sassy little Rochelle who he'd gotten pregnant and then ignored. Then she was Sophie, vivacious laughing Sophie. Sophie who he'd told the whole basketball team was frigid and couldn't suck cock, because he felt like it. As he stared in horror, she kept fucking his ass, milking his cock, ripping his seed from him with wave after wave of involuntary, uncontrollable climax. Bleeding him dry, and he saw on her face the face of every girl, every girl he had used, abused, humiliated and cast aside for a better offer. Finally her face stopped shifting and he gazed into the sharp, vivid green eyes of a Goddess, or maybe a Daemon. Her fine boned features feline, her hair black as night cascading over her shoulders, her breasts just as he had wanted, high and round, topped with deep reddish brown nipples. Her skin was pale and cool to the touch as she slid off his flaccid cock, her lips like ice as she brushed a kiss goodbye over his lips. "Be careful what you wish for Zack." She stepped over his still form and strode away into the night. ************************* epilogue************************ His friends found him shivering in the sand the next morning, half dead from hypothermia. After joking about the 18" dildo they'd found sticking out of his bare ass, they finally realised he was seriously ill and got him to the Emergency Room. Two weeks later, released from hospital back into the care of his parents Zack was given a full bill of health, and his quiet, shy behaviour was put down to the shock. At first friends and fans alike visited him, but soon the guests tailed off, Zack's eerie quietness and lack of spirit failing to be lifted by cheery friends and the gifts they brought. Quietly, away from the house, they commented on his pale complexion, dull lank hair and gaunt appearance. People whispered about him in corners as if to speak about it out loud would somehow taint them too. No one could quite put their finger on it, or at least, would not put it into words. His Doctors could not find a physical reason and although Zack walked and talked and ate and breathed it was clear to all that, really, he just existed. In the end what put people off, what frightened people most about seeing Zack, was his eyes. Like flat grey pools, they did not sparkle or reflect, they did not seem to see anything. One glance at his eyes and you knew, he was soulless. Careful What You Wish For! The tapping on the window was beginning to irritate me as I lay sprawled on my four-poster bed, thoughts tumbling through my mind. The scraping of the branches on the panes of glass was making me more anxious and angry with each ear bursting with the tapping and beating. Ugh! I am never going to get some sleep tonight, I thought to myself. Why did I ever get mixed up with that charming and oh so handsome man. I can't get him out of my head! Theo was a very seductive, intelligent, and quite a charming gentleman, but I could sense something was different about him. Danger perhaps, but I couldn't place my finger on it. His vibe was like an intoxicating silk rope winding its way around my body, making my defenses drain away and drawing the will out of me. It was startling, yet so seductive. I am a single 27 year-old woman living by myself, so naturally I am going to jump when I see an incredible man who is interested in a woman like me. Being single did have its sorrows, but in meeting Theo, I was no longer ashamed, but gleeful! The only thing that has me tossing in my bed is the knowledge that I am going on a date with him tomorrow night, and naturally, I am fearful and dreading it, but another part of me is giddy and excited. I'm in for it big time tomorrow tonight. I wonder if he will take me home with him or if I should invite him to my place. Lord knows I want him to ravish and thoroughly fuck me, for I am indeed in need of one, I thought to myself one last time, before finally drifting into an exotic dream of Theo. The Following Evening 6:30 PM I heard the knock on my door and nearly fainted in fear and anxiety. I had chosen to wear a simple yet very sexy black silk gown, with ankle strapped shoes. My blond hair was curled tight, my lips painted crimson. I knew I looked good. I opened the door, my teeth clenched to keep me from screaming. Theo stood at the door looking incredibly handsome. I stood in silence, forever it seemed. I wanted to drag him into my apartment and fuck him in the middle of the living room, licking that delicious body of his with my tongue and riding him until my body caved into the dreamless sleep of euphoria. "Are you feeling alright, Winter?" Theo asked, concern lining his beautiful face. Quickly realizing I had been staring at him for the past five minutes, I collected myself and smiled. "Of course, Theo, my mind was wandering, my apologies," I replied, with my brain fluttering with disbelief that I had already made a fool of myself, before ever leaving my apartment. 'Pull yourself together, Winter, he is going to think you're an idiot!' I yelled at myself. "Well, if you are indeed feeling alright, let's go and grab something to eat at the Italian Joint," he said, grabbing my elbow to steer me to the car. Chills ran up my spine as we entered the car to dine together, and I was working on my plan to get him into bed. I didn't care if it was in the middle of the street, he was going to fuck me one way or the other. Later That Evening 8:30 PM Things were going perfectly. Theo and I had a wonderful dinner and learned quite a lot about each other. I had at least 6 glasses of wine, so I was feeling a little light headed and sexy. When we were in the car, my plan had finally set in motion. "So, would you like to come to my apartment tonight, or would you prefer to go home," Theo asked me, his eyes flickering over my body. I smiled and thought to myself, finally things are going perfectly! "I would love to join you," I told him, a seductive grin lighting up my face. We arrived at his apartment complex and a wave of anticipation shivered down my spine. We entered his apartment and I was astonished. He had such a beautiful home, from which I knew he had to make good money. "Would you like something to drink?" Theo asked me, taking his coat and mine to put in the closet. "Yes, please, I would really like some wine, if you have some," I replied, wanting to get a little tipsier in order to open the more exotic side of me. I took a seat in the living area as Theo poured us some drinks. When he returned, I had removed my shoes and dress to reveal the sexy teddy I had hidden beneath my clothes. "Wow, you look stunning! I could just tie you down and remove that from your body with my teeth," Theo exclaimed, his eyes narrowing with desire. I have got him now, I thought to myself. I smiled coyly and replied softly, "Sounds like a deal I'll have to call you on!" He handed me my drink and I gulped it down. As the minutes ticked by, I began to feel dizzy and drowsy. 'No! I can't black out now, I've almost got him,' I thundered to myself. I couldn't help it; I was going down and going fast. Damn it! I woke up in a dark room, with a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Confused and dazed, I surveyed my surroundings. As I began to move, I realized I was tied to a bed, on which the sheets were silk and smelled of fresh linen and honey. I looked around and saw that I wasn't alone, fear building in my chest and a lump logging in my throat. I couldn't see who was there but I knew from the shadows cast by the light that there was more than one. I calculated maybe 10 or more. The room was large, covered in paintings; one window to my left was covered in a dark red drape. I listened intently as the voices of the other people in the room began to whisper. They knew I had awakened, and I waited in fear to find out what was going on. A shadow came closer and I realized it was Theo. "Theo, please help me! Where are we? Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, my breath coming in shorter gasps from the recognition of Theo. He bent low over me and whispered in my ear, "You are such a beauty, I felt it was entirely to selfish to keep you to myself, so I have invited some very good friends of mine to share you. I have never met such an astonishing woman and I knew they would enjoy you as I know you will also." My eyes watered up and I began to whimper. I knew this night wasn't going to be short. The other men came walking forth and I counted 14 of them. "Please don't do this, Theo. I don't deserve this. I'm a good person. Please, just let me go and I will never tell," I pleaded to Theo as he smiled at his companions. "Gentleman, this is Winter, she will be our entertainment tonight. As we all know, I have first taste and then we all take turns. Every hole is for our taking. Enjoy!" he shouted to the crowd as they cheered and gleefully clapped, all staring at me with lust and desire. My teddy was still in place and I knew that soon I was going to be raped by all these men, in every hole I had to offer. Theo came up next to me with a bottle of water and some pills. I turned my head away to refuse the drugs. He grabbed my face and turned it towards him. "Trust me, you will want these. These pills will help your pain during our fuck fest and will help you enjoy it," he whispered, gently kissing my face. I opened my mouth, for I wanted anything that would help me cope with the 15 cocks that were going to plow into my slim body. I swallowed them as everyone exited the door. Theo turned to me and smiled. He began to remove his clothes and I nearly screamed as his cock was exposed. He was at least 10 inches and I had never had that much in my body before. As he finished putting his clothing in a box next to the closet, the pills he had given me earlier began to affect my body. I felt loose and relaxed. My body felt as though I had been in a hot tub for hours, yet I was still alert. I felt sexy and ashamed all at once. I knew I shouldn't feel this way, yet I couldn't stop myself. I knew I had lost my will and I was for the taking. Theo approached the bed, sitting on the edge. His hands ran down my body and I nearly moaned, but I held it back, not wanting him to know I was being affected by the drugs. He began to unclasp the hooks of my teddy and removed it, exposing my nipples to the cool air. They stiffened immediately. Theo pinched my left nipple, gently, yet hard enough to make me gasp. "I know you like that, I know you want me and I'm going to show you exactly how much I want to do it to you," Theo said, his voice strained by desire. He surprised me, when he bent down to the edge of the bed and placed his head between my thighs. His tongue dipped between my slit and I couldn't hold back the moan that burst from my lips. His tongue continued to lap at my cunt as I thrashed, pulling at my restraints to touch him. He dug his expert tongue into my clit and flesh, my climax building. He suddenly shoved two fingers into my dripping hole and I screamed in delight. He pounded my pussy, finger-fucking me as his lips and tongue continued to lavish my swollen bud. I thought I was going to die of the growing pleasure building in my cunt, but then my juices overflowed from my sex pot and into Theo's eager mouth. He drank in my juices as wave after wave of delight fluttered over me, until I was clean once again. He stood up and stalked to the head of the bed, his cock hard and very thick. I knew he wanted me to suck his huge cock, and I wanted it too, but I knew it was going to be hard. He pushed his huge meat past my lips and slowly forced it into my waiting mouth. His moans told me he liked the way my mouth wrapped so tightly around his fucking rod. After he felt I had gotten used to his thickness, he began to fuck my face, pushing deeper with each stroke. I thought for sure I was going to gag as his cock neared the back of my throat, but as he inserted it deeper, his cock assaulting my throat, I didn't. I guess the pills had relaxed my throat as well. He continued to fuck my face, going faster with each rise and fall of his hips. My jaw began to ache as he pushed violently into my mouth, and as soon as I felt my jaw would break, his cock exploded into my throat, and I swallowed every drop. "I knew you would be a good cock sucker, with those lips," Theo said, praising my body and my beauty. I knew what was coming next. He pushed me on to my stomach, causing my arms to cross from the restraints. He lifted my hips; I was positioned on my elbows and knees. I felt his huge cock rub against my wet slit, and anticipation shivered through me. I was surprised that he was still hard but also relieved. He pressed into my slick folds and invaded my cunt with such force that the air was pushed out of me with a whoosh. I mewed as he began to rock into me, my moans escalating into near screams of pleasure and pain. He pulled my hair, yanking my head back, calling me names. "You're such a slut, I knew you'd like my big cock buried in your hot cunt," he moaned as he continued to pull my hair and plow into my body. I came again and again, yet he never grew tired. Finally, he stopped and I felt relieved. His next move made me squirm and scream for mercy. He took his fingers and drenched them in my juice and smeared it on to my virgin ass hole. His fingers slowly inched into my puckered hole and I nearly passed out from the pain, yet it also felt incredible. He pushed deeper, and I began to moan. "I knew you wouldn't resist me for long. I knew you were a little whore when I first met you. Bet you're ass has never been touched. I can't wait to deflower it and show you how it feels," Theo said, pushing deep into my ass whilst my moan bellowed from my throat. Soon, his fingers were replaced by his huge cock and I braced myself. He pushed, and the pain was intense, but swift. After a few strokes and deeper penetration, I began to push back against him, pushing his cock deeper and he liked it. He pounded my ass, as he began to flick my clit and alternated from finger fucking me, to pulling my hair. My nails dug into the silk sheets as he plowed my ass. My orgasms came often and I couldn't help but collapse on the bed as he continued his assault. Finally, I felt his cock quicken in pace and felt a warm flow as his hot jizz poured into my ass. He stood up and smiled at me, and walked to the door. I lay there, completely exhausted, but I knew this was only the beginning. The room remained empty, for what seemed hours. I was left tied to the bed as I awaited my other attackers to come and fuck me to my death. I began to become drowsy, my eyelids became heavy. Before I could close my eyes, the door opened and I was blinded by a bright light. Three men entered the room, all completely naked. I looked at the cocks that hung between their legs and saw in fear that each of them was very large. One of the men came to the edge of the bed and turned me over, sitting me up. He had more pills in his hands. I took them with appreciation, for I knew they would be my only mercy. As I finished swallowing the drugs, the men began to grab my limbs. One man at my face, shoving his cock into my mouth, whilst the other two positioned me to fuck me like a slinky. I felt two large cocks brush both entrances and I braced myself for the impact. Suddenly they both plunged into me at the same time, and I tried to yell, but the cock in my mouth pushed deeper in order to muffle my cries. The man I was sucking smiled as he saw the tears form in my bright blue eyes. He grabbed my hair and began to beat my throat with his huge cock. Finally, as my jaw began to ache and I felt I was going to suffocate, he offloaded his spunk down my throat. He made sure I had sucked him clean before removing his member from my gaping mouth. He gently kissed my ear lobe and whispered, "Damn good ride doll, but this is the easy part." I didn't know or want to know what he meant. The other two men who were jack hammering my cunt and ass began to quicken in pace and my juices poured from my already cum drenched hole, as they both came together. They gave me a pat on my bottom as they turned to leave. When they exited the room, four men came in this time and I grew fearful. Their cocks were bigger than the first three. These men were more gentle and compassionate towards me. They rubbed my body, pinching and licking my nipples, bringing them to attention. My neatly trimmed pussy glistened from my own juices and the other men's come. One of the men gently flicked my clit and I began to moan. That's when things got rough. The largest of the men was placed at my ass, another to my pussy, and another to my mouth. I was wondering who the fourth was and what he was going to do. Then I caught movement to my left, and I realized he was fucking the man in my ass. I was bewildered. I had the force of not only three cocks buried in my body, but the force of another going to my ass. I began to enjoy myself as the men pounded my holes. Their moans made me chill and I came too many times to count. The man in my mouth burst and I was filled up again. The men in my other holes had other ideas. I felt them stiffen and they both pulled out, covering me in hot jizz, and I creamed at the feel of the spunk running down my stomach. I got a break, but it seemed very short, for I didn't know the time. I sat, waiting for the next group. I turned my head as I heard the door open and I was shocked to see that all the men were coming in this time. I was so scared, but the drugs didn't allow me to react. I didn't understand what was going on. Then it came to realization. They we're going to fuck each other and me! Three, four and sometimes five men at a time would plow into my holes as another man fucked him. Hours passed as I was screwed more ways than I could ever imagine. By the time most of the men had me, I was covered in come, jizz dripping from my face, cunt, ass, and legs. I was in a shower of it. Each man took his fill of my body and tossed me aside for the next man. When the last two men came up, they did something that I would have never thought possible. They released me from the bed and lifted my body to sit on one of them. He pushed his cock in my ass, and I was surprised, and surprise turned to disbelief as the other man pushed his cock in my already filled hole. I screamed as they stretched me beyond my limits and nearly passed out as they began to move in and out. They had a rhythm going and all the men gathered around to cheer them on. I felt hands rubbing my pussy and clit as the two men slammed their cocks in my already abused ass. I felt something cold and hard being pushed into my cunt, and I looked down to find a dildo shoved in. It began to vibrate and the two men as well as I let out bellowing moans. It felt so good. I cried to tell them to fuck me harder as I had grown accustomed to the cocks in my ass. I came several more times and the pressure of it caused the two men to explode in my ass, jizz pouring from my butchered ass. I finally passed out from complete exhaustion. I could hear knocking and it was loud. I sat up quickly to find that I was in my bedroom. I went to the door at the front, and my best friend, Angel, was staring at me with fright. "Winter, where have you been, you've been missing for 3 days," she said in a frightful tone. I didn't want her to know of my experience so I lied and told her I had gone to another state. With this story, and experience, I realized, be careful what you wish for, you just might get it and more! Careful What You Wish For I was a petite 115 pound 31 year old women and had risen quite high on the ladder of corporate success. I was married to a 47 year old man who had risen to even further heights and was one of the foremost authorities on Wall Street's financial market. Needless to say, we were extremely wealthy. We had no children and own a $2.5 million dollar secluded home in Northern New Jersey on 4 acres while the train ride commute to Wall Street was short and simple. Parked in our four car garage was each of our own Mercedes. His being the black CL600 Coupe for $160,000 and mine was the more "modest" red SL550 Roadster for just over a hundred grand. The covered maroon Z06 Corvette was for our fun time. My duties as a high ranking corporate executive required my utmost attention to details and the assignment of duties and work assignments to the 87 people under me in my department. My daily routine was to work at an upmost professional level at all times. I portended great class and I must carry myself in a manner that commanded great respect and honor. However, with this position carried a burden. I knew at times I had come across as a commanding bitch, a dictator that required things done her way. After all, it was the very things that were done my way that had allowed my progression in the world. I had always sensed a side of me that longed for a release, a balance of power that kept me well grounded. I felt this need to keep my head below the clouds as to not get to full of myself. Without this, I knew I would lose myself in my own conceit. My arrogance would swell inside me and my ability to effectively govern would be diminished. I had seen it and I despised those who had succumbed to it. This week, my husband would be in Europe and again, I would reach out to those who at times, have provided me that very balance. The three men that had come to know me very well, and the treatment they knew I so desperately need. My husband was a good loving man and as a lover, he was more than adequate. But there were moments in my life that adequate just wouldn't be enough. During the day, I had texted one of them a short simple text. The only information they needed to know and the rest would fall into place. The text read: Husband away through Friday. I returned home that evening to a large quite empty house. I entered the side door and had 15 seconds to punch in the alarm code before a swarm of cops showed up in my circular driveway and surrounded the place; a small benefit of being wealthy. I shut the door behind me and took in a deep breathe while flicking on the light switch. The long oversized kitchen filled with light and I was again reminded of the silliness of such a glorious place to cook considering we ordered out our dinner every night. I draped my suit jacket over the back of a chair and thumbed through the mail I picked out of the mailbox. As usual, it was all junk mail and I tossed it down on the kitchen table in disgI glanced up at the clock realizing it was another long day as the clock hand just passed 9PM. I slowly walked through the wide open entrance hallway under the huge hanging chandelier and made my way to the steps. I always loved the feeling of the Saxony carpet below my feet as I sauntered up the staircase. Turning the corner, I entered through the double glass doors to my oversized bedroom and looked over at the double king bed made so perfectly as if ready for a photo shoot for a magazine. I walked into the spacious bathroom and stepped in front of the laundry slot. I bent over and began to slide my panty hose down each leg. I opened the slot and slid them in. Down to the laundry room they would go for the maid service to wash tomorrow morning. I lifted over my shoulders the suit blouse, reached behind my back and unclipped my bra. My breasts escaped from their captivity and felt great to be free. I tossed both garments into the shoot. Down to my panties, I turned and walked over towards my dresser and slid open my lingerie draw. Mindful to what I anticipate would happen tonight; I pulled out the red full length gown and slid it over my head. I took the breasts cups of the gown and position my tits comfortably inside them. I turned to the mirror and looked upon myself. I knew I look great and a tingle began to form inside my panties. I looked down at another drawer and slid it open. Reaching in, I pulled out the thick glass candle and a lighter and looked at them and smirked. I slowly walked to the window and reached for the slot and slid it up. With the other hand, I placed the candle in the window. The simple flicking of the lighter set a chill up my spine that shot right to my clitoris. I felt myself getting wetter beneath me. The candle lit and the small dim flame grew bigger and now shined brightly into the night. I peeked into the darkness through the window but could not see past the glare of the candle. I turned and walked to the switch on the wall and turned off the light. The flame cast a flickering image of my shadow on the walls. Walking to get into the bed, the flickering glow of the candle against the night sky excited me. I was getting very turned on for what I hope was coming. I lied in bed awake and anxious like a kid leaving in the morning for vacation. My chest rose and fell with every breath as I lay on my back gently running my fingers over my gown and erect nipples. My panties were very wet and I was so ready. After a while, I became settled in and comfortable but remained very excited. That was when I heard the quiet creek of one of the steps of the stairway, as if someone were stepping up them in a desperate attempt at not being heard. I knew they were here. I could sense it and the excitement in me built to a crescendo. My breathing became more of a pant and my nipples got rock hard. I could feel the throbbing build in my clitoris as my panties were now soaked. I closed my eyes and waited. I was so grateful they had seen the candle. The signal in my window that tonight I needed my balance. Tonight, I needed to be grounded and have my insolence and vanity taken from me. That was when I suddenly felt the huge hand cup over my mouth and another huge hand grab the hair on the back of my head. "Don't scream Bitch!!!" The deep voice growled at me. He then looked over to one of the other dark silhouettes in my room, "Shut the window!" he exclaimed. "We're gonna get this bitch screaming tonight!!" Obediently, one of the others walked over and before he slammed the window shut, removed the candle and placed it on the dresser. Through the perfect light of the candle, I could see that all three men were here. The other two rushed over to me and suddenly, I had six hands all over my body ripping and tearing at my nightgown. "Get this off you fucking CUNT!" one barked. I could feel the fabric tear from by body as my shoulders fell to the floor with my feet still on the bed. They were frantic as they ripped it from me. At one point, the fabric around my tits wouldn't rip and I was being dragged around the room until it finally gave way and my breasts fell out. Now lying on the Saxony carpet, they reached down and grabbed hard at my body. My hips were quickly lifted into the air as they tore off my panties. Once torn from my body, I fell back to the floor as the scent from my pussy filled the air. In my mind, I remembered the agreement with my intruders of my safe word. It was a word that if I ever called out, would immediately and swiftly end my But it was nowhere in my words as I most desperately needed their abuse. I called out loud to them "No, please don't hurt me, pleeease!!!" As long as I keep my safe word deep inside me, I could beg and plead all I wanted to no avail. I suddenly felt the swat of a huge forehand smack across my face, "Shut the fuck up bitch!!" I was momentarily stunned. With every stitch of my gown torn to shreds and barely hanging on to my frame, I was lifted onto my feet and thrown hard against the bedroom door. They spun me around violently, grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back. I could instantly feel the rope pulled around both wrists as they tied my hands together behind me. Then I heard the words that sent an exciting chill through every nerve ending of my body. "Throw the noose over the door"! In an instant, they turned me back around facing them and pressed my body against the door. I could feel the soft fabric of the thick rope tossed over my head. They quickly pulled it and snuggled it around my neck. Without knowing, I let out a deep moan. "OHHHHHH!!!!" With my hands tied behind me, I was utterly helpless against these three strong powerful, muscular men. They had taken control of me and they were ready to give me the brutal night I needed so very much. Pressed against the door, two of them lowered their heads and began biting and sucking at my tits. They were rough and nasty and the pain as one of them clamped hard on my nipple with his teeth shot right down into my cunt. As they sucked and bit, the third man dropped to his knees and when I looked down, I saw he held the other end of the rope in his powerful grip. He pulled my left leg over his right shoulder and pushed my left leg out. I came almost instantly as he pressed his hot tongue up against my swollen clit. As that climax began to flow through me, he pulled on the rope and it tightened around my neck. I could barely breathe and I wheezed loudly through the small opening left in my throat as I came so intensely. They continued with this for what felt like hours as I came numerous times while my cunt was being eaten so hard and rough. The men at my tits were more like they were eating my breasts rather than pleasuring them. Their teeth bit down so hard all over them just shy of breaking the skin. My nipples were turning to rubber from the delicious abuse. When they finally stopped and let go of the noose, I fell to the floor like a collapsing deck of cards. Panting and moaning, I knew this was only the beginning and that these brutes were just getting started. I looked up from the floor and saw them standing over me. They were pulling open the belts and dropping their pants. At the same time, the three pulled their shirts over the heads and I could make out their bulging chests and shoulders from the flickering frame. I wanted so badly for them to ravish me completely, to be totally dehumanized with exhaustive depravity. "I'm gonna fuck this shit out of this little fucking cunt!" one said out load. I always loved when they spoke of me in the third person like I wasn't even in the room. That always would made me feel so worthless and filthy, just what I needed! Just then, one fell to his knees and looked upon me. He pushed his way between my legs and onto my back. With my hands still tied behind me, he opened my legs with his powerful thighs and fell on top of me. Within seconds, his thick member pushed open my hole and I was instantly filled with his massiveness. In a moment, he was pounding at my poor little pussy like a jack hammer. But it was his words that sent me over the edge. "Take it you fucking whore, take this cock you cunt!" "OOOOHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD!!! I screamed. I was then quickly silenced by the feel of his massive fist punch me square in the jaw. Stunned, my eyes opened wide and I took in a huge gasp. They had hit me before, but this one was close. It sent a shockwave through my entire body. "That's right you fucking cunt, Ill fuck you and beat you at the same time!" Somehow, I regained my composure despite his incessant pounding at my pussy and felt the brutality wash over me like a warm blanket. I thought briefly to myself, 'how did he know just how hard to punch me'. My cheek was sore and I could feel it bruise and swell. For a brief second, I thought of the bruise and how could I hide it, but as his hand grabbed my hair and pulled back my head, it quickly eroded into powerful ecstasy. I started coming again! As my climax showered over me, one of the others dropped down to his knees in front of my arched head and slid off the noose that was still wrapped loosely around my neck. My head fell gently back to the floor and he shifted close to my face so that his hard cock was draping over my left eye down the side of my nose. He had the longest cock of the three men but not as thick. With the pounding of my cunt by one, the man over my face grabbed his cock and started smacking my face with it. How perfectly demoralizing it was to be beaten by a man's cock. He grabbed his meat at the base and slapped me hard in the face over and over again. One after another, his cock would land hard in different places along my tiny face. I was completely taken by this and with it came another orgasm deep from my battered pussy!! I screamed by head off with this one louder than I had ever cum before. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOOOOD!!!! My hands beneath me fought to come loose but there was no way of breaking free. The one fucking me lifted his arms from the sides of me and got himself into a seated position while still inside my pussy. With his free hands, he viciously grabbed my red teeth marked tits and as if using them like handles, started pulling my body in towards his thrusting hips. It was all I could do from exploding in intense pleasure as my tits burned. His hands were so rough and squeezed so hard, I thought my breasts would pop like a balloon being squeezed until they would burst. All along, my face continued to be beaten by the long cock of another. Suddenly, the man slid his cock out from my cunt. I could tell that my hole had been stretched so much, it did not fully close. "Roll this bitch over, lets get some of that tight little ass of hers!!" he yelled out. "OH GOD NO, PLEASE NOOOOOOO!!!! But before I could get out another sound, they had flipped me like a pancake onto my stomach. I was nothing in their hands as flipping me was so smooth effortless. They fixed my tied hands centered low on my back and the man who was fucking me now straddled my upper thighs. I could feel his cock resting on my ass and could get a sense of how deep it would go. He started pulling at the rope on my hands and I could suddenly feel them fall free at my sides. The release felt could on my wrists as the rope was digging into the skin, but I did love that feeling of being tied and helpless. That feeling instantly returned when the other two men each grabbed a wrist and pulled it above my head on the floor. They each held my wrist down so I could not move my arms. "Slide that cock into her ass man!! Do it, split this cunt bitch in half"! My heart was racing and pounding in my chest. I knew the thickness of this man and how it was going to burn like fire when he slides that hunk of meat into my tight little brown hole. He grabbed the base of his cock and pressed the head against my anus and without any regard whatsoever, slid it into my ass. I screamed out in excruciating pain. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! The only help was the fact that some of my pussy juices were still on his cock but it was not enough. I screamed bloody murder. I tried to escape but it was useless. I thought for a moment of my safe word and that I could yell it out. But I didn't. I focused on my need to be ferociously violated by these animals and the pain started to give way to pleasure. After a few minutes of fire, my ass stretched and his cock began sliding in and out of my ass easily. I could hear him begin to moan himself as he was taking full pleasure in my pain. The other two held my wrists down and I was being pounded in the ass. His cock was so thick, I believe he was the thickest of them all. He then grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my face up from the floor again arching my back. He lowered and placed his mouth right up to my ear and growled into it. "Like it in the ass bitch? Huh, you fucking filthy cunt?" "Fuck this whore! Rip that ass until it bleeds!! YEEAAAAHHH!!!!" yelled another. One of the other men put there face right in front of mine and while I was being ass raped, spit directly into my face. He then took his right hand and slapped me hard across the cheek. "You're a worthless cunt!!" Say it bitch, tell me you're a worthless cunt or Ill beat you to death!!" He screamed into my face. "Say it!!" "NOO, Please, I don't....." Another slap across my face causes my cheek to burn red. With my body bouncing up and down from the pounding in my ass, I tried to mumble the words.... "Im..Im...Immm....." "SAY IT BITCH!" he raised his hand but only threatened to smack me. "IM A WORTHLESS CUNT" I yelled out with every ounce of strength I could muster. Just as the words were said, the man pounding my ass grabbed my waste, and without pulling out of me, rolled onto his back. With his cock still in my ass, I was now laying on top of him facing the ceiling. "Fill this cunt with cock guys!!!" he called to the others. One of the other men feverishly dropped between my legs as if there were a long line and he needed to get there first. He spread his legs and lifted to position himself directly in front of my cunt hole. He grabbed his cock with his hand and pushed it into my waiting hole. My head snapped back as a rush of pleasure wafted over me. I was so full, as they both pushed in as far as possible bottoming out there massive appendages and held them there. I felt as if their cocks will protrude from my mouth they were so deep. My moan was long, deep, and guttural. "OHOHOHOHOHOHOH" They each began to pump in and out of me. Within a few seconds, my next orgasm started to rise up like a roller coaster heading towards its apex. The man in my pussy grabbed hold of my soar aching tits and started to roughly massage at them. They were beat red, and the dozen or so teeth marks had raised into welts. With my head back, the third man quickly knelt in front of my face. He was right in front of me with his cock and slapped at my face with it. "Were gonna fill you up Bitch!!!" he barked at me. "Open up you filthy whore!" He took hold of his cock and pushed it against my lips. I was forced to open my mouth or his cock would rip my lips apart. Once inside my mouth, he immediately pushed his cock into my throat and I instantly gagged! "Yeah bitch...TAKE IT!!!" he yelled out. He pulled it out of my throat and I gasped hard for air. The other two were picking up their pace fucking my ass and cunt faster and harder. He pushed his cock into my throat again and began pumping. I now realized all my holes were now filled and I was where I needed to be. The feeling of worthlessness and humility finally took over and I was that filthy worthless piece of shit I so needed to be to balance me. Each one pumped at me each at their own pace providing the sensation that each of my holes were getting their own fucking instead of one massive attack. They were really going at me now and with each minute, wave after wave after wave of orgasms ran all over my body like a massive army of millions of ants each finding a nerve ending and stimulating it. I was gone, wasted, in a world of total ecstasy and pleasure. Each one was using my holes for their own selfish personal gratification. I did not want this to end. I wanted to die tonight knowing nothing else but this moment. I wanted them to fuck me to death! I wanted them to continue fucking my dead lifeless body! The man fucking my ass started to moan loudly into my ear. I could tell he was getting close to climaxing and I could actually feel the throbbing of his cock deep in my ass. His moans increased in intensity until he was finally moaning loudly. I could feel his juices filling my ass and squirting onto the floor beneath me with every thrust. Careful What You Wish For Just moments later, the man in my cunt lifted his head high above me and his mouth was agape. He also started to moan out loud and with a faster pumping, he began to fill my cunt with his own hot cum. As he was pounding fast and furiously, the man in my mouth picked up his pace and he too started to moan out loud. He grabbed the sides of my head and started pumping faster and deeper into my throat like I was a sex doll. I started to gag but he was unaware in his sexual frenzy to climax. His quick temporary choking of my air caused my final orgasm to feel like my body was about to explode into millions of pieces. I wanted to scream but couldn't for every time I brought in air, he was back into my throat fucking it. Suddenly, as I was convulsing through my most intense orgasm of the night, my mouth and throat filled instantly with the hot salty cum of his sliding cock in and out of my neck. His amount of cum was incredible as it filled me. His cum began to shoot out of my nose as I tried desperately to breath. One after another, they filled me with their juices. I was becoming a cum filled whore. Once they emptied themselves, they each pulled out of there respective holes. I could feel myself twitching as they slid out of me. I rolled off the man under me and now lay motionless on the floor. I could feel his cum dripping from my ass. I could feel the hot juices oozing from my battered and bruised cunt. There was cum on my face and the inside of my mouth was filled with the residue of hot man juice that I had apparently drunk down. Even my nose was dripping from each nostril with the white sticky goo. I was motionless and barely conscious. My breasts were all red and on fire and the welts that had risen up on them were like bee stings. My ass was incredibly sore and my pussy felt like it had been fucked by a train. My face was red and bruised. The men all surrounded me as each grabbed their clothing. "How'd you like that you bitch?" one of them said. "Yeah, you probably loved every second of that huh you dirty whore" said another as he bent down to spit on me. "YOU'RE A FILTHY WHORE!" the last man said as he softly kicked me in the tits. They gathered their belongings and left the room. I was left there battered and lifeless. My entire body was numb. I lied there still for hours and hours until I was awakened by the sounds of birds chirping outside my closed windows. I weakly pushed myself up from the floor and got to my feet. Looking at the clock, I realized I must have passed out completely. I could barely walk from the soreness of my ass and between my legs. I stumbled over to my bedroom mirror and looked at my naked self. "Oh My God, look what they did to me" I said staring at myself running my fingers over my bruises as a small smirk crossed my face. I got myself over to the bed and fell into it as if I had fallen from the sky. I closed my eyes and mumbled to myself. "Just what I needed!" Careful What You Wish For I don't often get nervous, but this time I was almost weak. What the hell was I thinking? I had been "talking" to Michael on Twitter for a few months. It always started off cordial with the regular niceties but ended with a bang. Literally. We had the steamiest online chats I had ever had. Just the thought of him made me wet and wishing for more. He was hosting a big party at his house to kick off the summer and invited me. I had thought about it for days and finally decided I would go. He lived a few hours from me and said I could easily crash at his place so I could enjoy myself without having to drive home. He assured me that his friends would love me and there would be plenty of people to mingle with if I got bored hanging out with him. Generally when I meet someone for the first time, I like to be in a quiet setting not surrounded by hundreds of his friends. Oh well, there's always a benefit to doing something new, right?? I packed an overnight bag, threw on my cutest sundress, and took off on my journey. The First Meeting When I arrived at his house, there were cars encircling his half-moon drive, and down both sides of the road. The house was a huge, two-story, with a wrap around porch almost like you would see in New Orleans. It was breathtaking. As I walked up the drive, I texted him to let him know I was there. Walking towards the door, I was greeted by a few people then one came bounding through the front door, across the porch, and directly to me. We had exchanged pictures, most of them naughty, but I was ill prepared for the man standing before me. He was about 6'1" with sandy brown hair, the happiest green eyes I had ever seen, and a smile that instantly melted me. He was much more than I had hoped for. "Well Hello Miss," Micheal said calmly, "welcome to my humble abode." I giggled, took his arm, and followed him into the house. There were people everywhere. The couches were full, people were standing around and laughing in every floor space I could see, and the pool area was a buzz with more people. I was a bit overwhelmed not knowing how I was going to remember everyone's names, but being the social butterfly that I am...I winged it. I got to the point where I was comfortable enough to make myself completely at home, bringing people drinks or refilling snack bowls. Every once in a while, if he wasn't by my side chatting away, I would see Micheal steal a glance from across the way. The way his smile lit up his eyes made me giddy every time. I was going to be in trouble for sure! A Little Tipsy A few hours in, I was pretty relaxed and feeling a bit of a buzz. Somehow I always seemed to have a margarita in my hand...well more like Michael kept feeding me booze! The more I drank the more I wanted to play. I would sneak up to Michael and slip my wrist in his hand and he would kiss me in return. The further into the night we got, the more aggressive we got with each other. I couldn't help but think of all the things we wrote back and forth for months. When one of the guests said there were no more limes, I volunteered to get the stash. There was an extra fridge on the sunporch off the side of the pool area where no one was gathered. It connected the master bedroom to the pool and was only an 8x8 room with a small couch and table and of course the fridge. The walls were glass and it would have been a perfect greenhouse, but I was guessing Michael wasn't into plants. I grabbed the limes from the fridge and was startled by Michael who came up quickly behind me, grabbed me in his arms, turned my head towards him, and planted the deepest kiss on me that I could have ever hoped for. The Show I was still facing the fridge as he reached his hands under my sundress, lifting it to expose my bare ass to him. He reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock placing between my legs. I couldn't help but rub against him. I reached for one of his hands so I could suck on his fingers to stifle my moans. I knew I was going to be loud and there were people nearby. He reached on hand down the front of my dress and started massaging my tits. I had been dreaming about this for months. Before I knew it, I was on my knees on the couch facing the wall. With my hands against the wall I leaned into it for support as Michael rubbed his hands on my ass. I thought I had heard whispers and looked over my shoulder. Just outside the glass, I could see a few silhouettes. "Michael, they're watching us," I said. "It's ok, Kitten. Let's show them that you're my girl. trust me," he said as he rubbed the head of his cock on my wet, little pussy. My slit opened for him, accepting him instantly and he entered me slowly at first. I let out a moan, accepting what I had wanted for months, then he slammed the last couple inches into me, pressing me against the wall. He placed his hand on the small of my back fucking me rhythmically. We were so in sync that I forget about our audience. I squeezed him tight within me almost not allowing him to pull out, molding my pussy to his size as he stretched me with each thrust. He grabbed my throat and pulled me tight against his chest making my tits stick out as my back arched bringing him deeper inside of me. I reached back to grab his hips, digging my nails in. I took a peek over my shoulder to see more eyes at the window. "I want them to see what I have, what I am going to own by the end of the night," he growled as he whipped my dress up over my head and threw it to the side. I can barely breathe from the excitement. I beg him to fuck me harder. The Last Splash He pushed me back against the wall and pummeling my pussy, opening it for all to see. My thighs were dripping with cum and he pounded again and again against my G Spot sending me into spasms. I had never felt so full. "I want you to squirt for me like we've talked about, give me a nice warm soak. Let's show everyone what a good girl you are" he demanded. He pumped long and had one hand around my throat, the other at my hip. I was going to give him every drop of sex that I had been building up as he teased me all night. "I want to feel it gush all over my cock. Give it to me!" he barked. I couldn't take it any longer. The harder he plunged into my sopping wet slit, the more my tits bounced. I couldn't control my breathing or anything else. I was his. I squeezed him tighter and he had to hold me up from the sheer force of the orgasm as it electrified my body. Every muscle quivered, as he fucked me through my screaming, gushing, orgasm that soaked us both. My moans turned to animalistic screams and I begged him to cum. I was so open to him that he slipped his still throbbing cock into my ass with a force I wasn't expecting. Good thing we were slick with cum already. I reached back to spread for him, welcoming him further and with three deep thrusts he was moaning and filling me with his hot stick load. It felt so good, just like I had imagined it. He pumped more bringing his cum out of my ass with his cock, allowing it to run out and down to my slit. I take all of it, every drop he can give me until finally he slows and stops keeping his cock within me. He held me around the waist leaning me back to him and we stood there for a minute to breathe. It was then I started realizing where we were and heard the slight muffled applause from the audience I forgot we had. I could see bodies slowly walk away from the windows as we stood together as one. Finally he pulled out with a pop and our juices ran down our bodies, warm, slick, perfect. He lead me to the bedroom where I could clean up and after I felt less of a cum slut, he led me to the bed and held me for a while. I felt him kiss my forehead as I nodded off. In the distance I could hear cheers and high fives. I smiled and drifted away. I woke the next morning to Micheal cradling me in his arms, his breath on my neck. Sometimes crazy chances do lead to good things. Careful What You Wish For He grabbed her hair and pulled her face back toward him, “Suck it now, and suck it properly if you know what’s good for you”. Andrea looked up at him with hatred in her eyes as she reluctantly put his cock in her mouth and started to suck. The black man inside her vagina was getting faster and faster. As he gripped her hips hard she closed her eyes and grimaced. What she had been dreading happened, he shot load after load of hot black spunk deep inside her. I came all over the wall in front of me as Shola took his cock out of her pulsating cunt and rubbed his spunky bell-end around her fanny lips. I was disgusted with myself as I watched Joel move behind her waving his monster cock, “Is she tight? ” He asked his friend. “Fuck me she was, but she wont be in a moment,” Shola sniggered. Joel asked the Asian guy to hold her still for him. The man grabbed her waist and pulled her legs wide apart again. Shola's spunk dripped down her thighs as he slid his hand between her legs to open her fanny lips ready for Joel's monster cock. I was amazed when I looked up to see Andrea no longer being repulsed by Lenny. She was actually tickling his hairy balls as she sensually licked his blue veined shaft, in a way that she'd never done for me. The tattooed black man nudged his cock against her well-fucked fanny. It looked too big for her as he pressed it against the small hole. Andrea’s eyes opened wide as he pushed the golf ball sized knob passed her labia and into her love tunnel. Shaking her head she pulled Lennys' cock from her mouth, “No stop! Stop! I cant take it you’ll rip me apart!” she squealed as she gripped the cock in her hand. Joel kept on pushing as it slowly disappeared inside her once tight fanny. “Please stop, please no!” Andrea screamed. She was now biting her lip and gripping the cushion of the sofa as Joel's cock began filling her cunt like never before. Lenny was furiously rubbing his own cock until he came all over her face, leaving thick white spunk dripping from her eyebrows, nose and mouth. Joel had got all but about two inches of his cock inside her, “I think I can feel the bottom of her belly”, he laughed. Then he started thrusting inside her, long strokes, slowly at first but then faster and faster. He thrust his glistening black cock deeper and deeper inside her until after a couple of minutes she had taken his full length. As his balls banged against her he said, “See you could take it! Couldn’t you Whitey?" Andrea couldn't answer. She just made grunting noises as she clung onto the sofa, as Joel made her tiny body shake. These grunts had changed from earlier. “I think she’s enjoying it”, Joel shouted to Lenny who was sitting in front of Andrea stroking his cock back to life. Lenny looked into her face, “Fuck me I think the dirty bitch is, as well”. “Look at her tits”, said the Asian man. They were swaying because she was being fucked on all fours, but her nipples were now erect, puffed up and very stiff. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Here was my loving wife being gang raped and she was actually starting to enjoy it. I heard a noise from my left and turned to see two of the Japanese men wanking each other's cocks, as they watched Joel pounding away at my wife. Stretching her cunt more and more with every long stroke of his amazing black cock. Andrea began groaning loudly with every long stroke. She had never been very vocal in bed, much to my disappointment, only soft moaning or purring when she orgasmed, but this black man was making her groan with primal pleasure. Then, starting with a whisper, "Yes, yes. What are you doing to me? Yes, yes YES! AAAAAARRRRGGGH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" She screamed, as an orgasm seemed to blow her head off. My cock and heart ached – this was exactly how I'd dreamed she should behave with me! Andreas mouth was hanging open and her eyes were like saucers when Joel finally flung his head back and thrust even deeper inside my young wife's stretched cunt one last time, making Andrea gasp long and loud. Joel was shaking as he emptied his massive testicles inside her hot pussy. After a few seconds he slowly withdrew his long shiny cock from her once tight pink pussy. Andrea lay trembling over the arm of the sofa, as enough spunk to have filled an eggcup started to gush out of her fanny and run down her legs. I too had cum again and my cock was still as hard as ever. This was the most erotic, exciting thing I had ever seen; even on the Internet. Especially now that she was enjoying it. It was now a free for all as she was pulled back onto the sofa. The Asian guy and Lenny took turns in fucking her while she sucked Joel and Shola's black cocks. Each one ejaculated inside her. Her blowjobs were amazing. Andrea seemed insatiable as she sucked and licked their liquorice pipes. "Ha, ha, ha!" The Jewish man laughed, "I love seeing their wedding rings when they've got their little white hands wrapped around a black cock! It makes you wonder what their husbands must think, don't you?" He looked at me and smiled. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to wanking for a third time. At one stage immediately after sucking Joel's monster black cock and swallowing his spunk she begged him, "Let me suck you again." "What's that Whitey? You like my black cock don't you?" Joel asked her as he slapped her face with his spunky cock, "You can't get enough of it can you?" "No." She whispered again. "What?" He laughed as he smeared his cock through the spunk on her face. "YES!" Andrea shouted, "I fucking love sucking your black cock!" The Japanese men all laughed and chattered to each other. God knows what they would have thought if they'd known that she was my wife. After a 20 minutes or so, Lenny had her turn over again, this time kneeling on the sofa facing away from the peepholes. George moved in close with his camera, as Lenny parted her cheeks and looked over to the wall that I was looking through, and winked for my benefit. Andrea spread her legs as far as possible. Christ! Her pussy was red raw and stretched beyond belief as the spunk of four men clung to edges. It looked really well used and baggy. Still looking at the peepholes Lenny inserted two fingers into Andrea's gaping spunk filled pussy. They hardly touched the sides. Grinning he pulled his fingers out only to replace them with two more. Andrea began grinding her hips onto his hand. "Does that feel good?" he asked her. She nodded her head as she pressed her hips down onto his wrist. "Come on Andrea, does that feel good?" He asked again. The other three laughed, as she groaned, "Yes, yes…. Oooohhhh! Yes it's fucking good!" She squealed when he twisted his hand 180 degrees. My wife arched her back and pushed her arse further into the air. Lenny was now working his thumb into her well-fucked cunt too. Andrea gripped the back of the sofa and pressed back onto his hand until his knuckles and complete hand was sucked into her body. Christ! Yet again I couldn't believe my eyes. My tiny well-groomed wife was being fisted and bloody well enjoying it. Lenny kept grinning at me as Andrea bounced back and forth on his fist! Her head was shaking as she screamed out, "Fucking Hell! Fucking Hell! Fucking Hell! I'm cumming! Faster, faster, fucking hell! YYYYEEEESSSS!" Andrea screamed like a she-wolf as her orgasm ripped through her tiny frame. She flopped forward, still with Lenny's hand filling her sweaty cunt. It took him a minute or two, but he finally disentangled his hand from her body leaving her cunt stretched even more than before. As she attempted to get her breath back Shola quickly moved behind her and pressed his fat black knob against her anal ring. "No, no not there." Andrea panted, as she looked over her shoulder, but she didn't sound too convincing. It took him a few seconds to get the bell end passed her tight ring but when he did, the excess spunk that had slid out of her battered cunt lubricated his shaft. He filled her arse as easily as he had previously filled her cunt. Andrea let out a muffled scream as she bit the sofa. The Jewish man kept mumbling, "That's it, fuck the bitch's arse. Go on, faster, faster make her scream!" Shola obliged; his hips banged his cock into Andrea's virgin hole like a steam train. She made no attempt to stop him and after a few minutes her head was rocking from side to side in sexual ecstasy. Because he'd already 'came' twice, Shola was taking an absolute age fucking her tight arsehole. Lenny got bored and told him to stop and put her on the mattress. As soon as Shola withdrew Andrea climbed off the sofa and lay on the mattress without being asked. Her eyes were twinkling like stars. The gang-bang continued for about an hour, with everyone fucking her fanny and mouth again. Everyone, except Joel fucked her arse. He wanted to and she definitely wanted him to, but however much he tried it just wouldn’t go in, much to Andrea’s disappointment. When the men had finished with her, Andrea sat on the sofa with her legs wide apart, very tired and covered in dry spunk, drinking a can of beer that George had produced. The men stood around smoking and drinking. Lenny left the room and came around to where I was standing. “Did you enjoy that”, he asked. “Fucking hell yes” I replied still standing with my trousers around my ankles and my cock standing to attention. The Jewish men shook Lenny's hand and thanked him for another fantastic show. George quietly spoke to the Japanese men, who continued standing next to the peepholes. “You should fuck off now before we let her go.” He told me in a stern voice. I nodded as I pulled my trousers up and finally put my sore cock away. I wandered back to my car in a daze, leaving my wife behind.