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Oops

By: angel_kissed99



I swear, I didn't want to, but some things just...happen!

Ok, he and I practically grew up together. There was a major age difference and when he hit that stage where "it's not cool to have little siblings tag along" (you know the stage, yes?), well he hit it and I was allowed to tag along!! He was 13-14, I was 6. There was definitely an age difference. 

When he left for college, I felt positively sick without him. I was so lost. My mom even took me to Gramma's to see what was wrong and she says, "I do say I have seen it before, though never in a relative." 

Mom freaked, "She's ok, right?" 

Gram says simply, "You see her eyes? Her posture? The way she simply looks at things, but doesn't see them? I'm afraid she has a broken heart. She is missing someone dreadfully."

A horrid month later, Aaron calls! Yay! All is...not well. He's getting married to some valley-high chick he met in college.I was asked to be a Bride's Maid. Whooooopeeeeeee. 

He flies in (alone) and first thing we do is go out to dinner. We talk, no mention of his girl, thank the lord. We get done and he says he needs to stop by his hotel room before we go to my house (he's gonna visit more). Ok, fine with me, whatever. We get in his room and I sit on the bed. He comes out of the bathroom and he's wearing a towel, only a towel. "I'm gonna take a shower first." 

I lay out on the bed and turn on the cheap TV. I see a porno channel and hey it's got guys on it! I watch it, and start getting turned on a bit. He gets out and I can't find the remote to turn the channel. "Well, we have grown up!" He laughs. He stretches out on the bed. I sat up and turned my head back to look at him. He's smiling, I put my hand on his chest and ask him what he was thinking. 

He said "Fucking someone" 

me "Oh yeah who" 

him "you" 

me "what?!" 

him "you heard me" He sat up and said "Teresa, I'm not getting married, Crikes I couldn't do that! I would be leaving you behind!" 

me "Ok, so you're gonna fuck your cousin, me, so I won't be left behind" 

him "you're pretty smart" And he kissed me. He broke off and smiled. "I took a shower so that I had an excuse to be in a towel"

me "Right good one" 

He laughed and pulled him towel off. Boing! He's always been really good at hiding stuff and I guess hardons were included. He jumped on me and starting pulling everything off. I just let him.

He said "And the verdict is" 

I, who was totally turned on by now, just nodded. He kissed me again and I felt his tongue touch mine and I couldn't help but think that this was my cousin. Oh well! He got right to the point and lowered his long self and I felt his dick touch my pussy lips and then enter. 

He was huge!! I was stretched to the breaking point! He started pumping in and out and I was just beside myself. I moaned as he came. I felt like I was going to explode with everything inside me. "Oh my good lord I'm going to faint" He pulled out and laid out next to me. I got down there and took his dick in my hand, it began to harden at the touch. I licked the tip and I felt him shudder. I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue on the tip.

I took the whole dick (which is pretty amazing) in my mouth and began bobbing up and down on it, using my hand as well, to pump him up *coughs* out. He came and I swallowed every single drop. I licked him dick completely clean and crawled up next to him. He took a tit in one hand and massaged it which became hard instantly. 

He smiled and said "Bit nipply in here" 

I laughed "Oh yes, I've noticed it was a bit nipply" 

He smiled "Well, miss, would like to be warmed up" Me "Good sir, why not" He kissed me and then went down and put his head in front of my pussy. He put his tongue in and I shuddered this time. He licked in and out I kept shoving myself closer to his beautiful tongue. I screamed out and came. 

I twisted around but he has grabbed my hips and wouldn't let me turn over, holly shit I never orgasmed like that before. He sucked me clean and dry. He crawled up and kissed me, I could taste my own juices in his mouth. I climbed on top of him while kissing and sat on his dick. 

He broke the kiss when he gasped. He began riding his horse, he was definitely no pony, Yeehaw. He grabbed my hips to help keep me on and I was riding him! Like in that porno I was watching! 

Well he said he was gonna cum I could feel I was too here in a minute. I went harder and harder and leaned close to him and kissed him. And came. I muffled a scream/moan in his neck as he came too. It was way too much. He lifted my hips up off and set me next to him. I curled up next to him. I guess I fell asleep because I remember him waking me up. We helped each other get dressed (yeah right-it took us a while to actually get in the clothes). Anyway. We kept this us for a while until everyone found out Aaron wasn't getting married and they noticed how much time I spent with him alone on the vacations. We've had some wild party nights every now and then, but that's mostly it. Oh, and he's still huuugest dick I've ever had.

Oops



I might as well quit! 

I sat in the changing room of my boss's pool house, face in my hands, crying to myself. I had been half way up the pool's ladder, just the lower half of my legs in the water when the hip ties of my bikini came undone. I hadn't felt it at first and continued my climb. But the breeze on my exposed sex and the hoot from several of the guys in the pool let me know I was in trouble.

I had tried to put it back in place but all I could do was hold the fabric against my pubic hairs. I ran for the change room and here I sat, crying.

"Shannon, open the door."

It was the boss's wife Sharon, asking again to let her in.

"Shannon, hun, come on. Bill's taken the rest of them inside."

I leaned over and undid the lock, sitting back down with the towel over my lap. Sharon slipped in, closed the door, and locked it. She put her arms around me and I cried into her shoulder. I'm not a terribly innocent child but there were plenty in the pool that I didn't want to see my pussy.

Sharon whispered into my hair, stroking my shoulders and back. It felt nice.

"I'm sorry."

"Sssh, no need for apologies, it was just an accident. One that few are going to forget but still just an accident."

I looked up into her face and saw her smile. I gave a little laugh too. I pounded one fist onto my knee "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

Sharon gave me another hug. "Quit killing yourself. The guys all got excited, some of the girls too I think and the gals that didn't, well, they gave their guys a good thump!"

Another chuckle.

"In fact, I don't Bruce is going to get any from his wife for some time to come. She's so mad, the water turned to steam around her!"

Sniff and laugh.

Sharon leaned down, perhaps to kiss my forehead but I had turned my face up to thank her. Her kiss fell nearly on my lips. She pulled her head back but kept her hands on my shoulders. I just smiled and sniffed again.

"Thanks." I said. Sharon kept looking at me, strange. Then her pressure on my shoulders increased and she drew me towards her, her lips gently falling on mine and holding me there. I closed my eyes and sighed. Slowly Sharon increased her lip pressure until our lips parted and tongues began to caress.

Sharon suddenly pulled back. "I'm sorry Shannon." And she made to get up. I grabbed her hands. "No, no, its okay…it felt nice."

Sharon stared down at me again, searching my eyes. I pulled her hands down and lay them on my chest, the thin fabric of my bikini top the only thing separating us. Sharon shivered. She knelt down in front of me her hands gliding over my breasts, the fingers teasing the rising mounds there.

"Shannon, it's been so long." She was shaking. I put my hands on her face and drew our lips together again. When we finally parted I asked, "What do mean it's been so long?"

"I've had female lovers before Shannon, but it's been years." Her hands never stopped and I discovered that one of my breasts was exposed. "We use to have such wild times Shannon, Bill and I. We were quite the swingers. But age crept up on us."

"Nonsense!" I said, coming my fingers through her thick wavy hair, fingers sliding over ear lobes and neck. "You are very beautiful!"

Sharon bent lower and kissed my nipple. I pulled her head onto my breast and she began to suckle me. I closed my eyes, tilted my head bad, lips slightly parted and moaned. Her fingers kept busy and she was able to free the other breast. Her mouth paid attention to that nipple too.

The towel was pulled off my lap and her fingers slid over my bush. 

"I saw this in the pool and I my mouth watered from the memory." Sharon whispered into my chest. I shuffled my ass forward, nearly off the bench and Sharon crouched lower, her tongue sliding over me. She explored me, like a lover returning to the scene, she picked her way through familiar territory until I was begging her to let do her.

But Sharon remained there between my legs, expertly licking, eating, and sucking me. And when her fingers entered my wet hole, I cried out just a little. Sharon ran her tongue hard against my clit, strong slow strokes while fingering me madly. The combination of speeds drove me wild and suddenly my cunt clamped down on her fingers and I came.

Sharon continued to clean me. "My turn." I gasped.

"No time right now sweetie, we have to get you into the house. But will you promise to stay?"

"Yes, yes, of course I will."

Sharon helped me get my top rearranged and knelt to my side to tie the bikini bottoms, giving one of my cheeks a playful nibble. I slipped up the stairs when we entered the house to get my clothes on. When I came back down, everyone was gathered in the entertainment room. The guys leered, a few of the wives scowled, but over at the bar, Sharon was whispering into Bill's ear. He turned to her as if shocked. She rose up on her toes and gave him a big wet kiss.

Sharon slid back down, smiling up at him. Bill passed his tongue over his lips and his eyes grew wide. He turned and stared at me. Sharon waved me over.

I sat on the stool in front of the bar and nearly laughed at the biggest grin on Bill's face. "What can I get for you Shannon?" he asks.

"I have a pretty good idea." whispered Sharon and she playfully slid her hand along my thigh as she walked away to join the party.

"Really?" Bill asked, handing me a drink.

"Really." I answered, winked and turned to the party myself. I hoped it wasn't going to be too long before the other guests left.



Oops...



The hotel desk clerk had his hands full. The convention had him running as he had to deal with room problems and overbookings and who-knows-what else, all while being understaffed. He certainly didn't have time for unusual requests, nor have time to argue with the pretty blond standing across the check-in desk from him. 

"Please, it's alright, I promise!" she said. "I just want to surprise him. He'll love it, trust me." Dee had come to surprise her boyfriend early. George didn't expect her until noon, and was probably asleep at this hour. But she knew how to use that pretty face and cute body, and she turned on all the charm she could muster.

So, even though her boyfriend hadn't left word that it was ok (and, of course, that made it against hotel policy), he looked up the name on his computer. Sure enough, the name was there, just as she said. So, putting his job at risk, he programmed an extra key card for her and slid it across the desk, saying quietly "room 1117". Smiling sweetly, she thanked him with a wink.

The clerk went back to tending to the chaos without ever knowing he had misread the room number and sent her to the wrong floor. 

In the elevator, she had a naughty thought. Hoping there was no camera in there with her, she lifted her skirt and slid her underwear down to her ankles, the stepped out of them. Slipping them in her purse, she thought "I'm not going to need these, that's for sure". Then, as an afterthought, she unhooked her bra and it, too soon found the dark inside of her purse. Soon, as the thought of months of separation and imminent sexual release filled her mind, she began running her finger over her sensitive button until she felt her insides widen. By the time the elevator door slid aside, she was blushing red and weak-kneed. "Oh, God!" she thought, "Is HE going to get fucked!"

Looking around self-consciously, Dee saw that the hallway was clear. Breathing a sigh of relief, she walked briskly down the row of doors, reading numbers in quick succession. Finally, she saw it: room 1117. Happily, she noted it was a corner room, separated from all the rest by a stairwell on one side and a housecleaning closet on the other. She could let herself go, within reason, without worrying about neighbors.

Quietly, she inserted the key and pulled it back out, hearing a satisfying "click". Turning the handle, she slowly pushed the door open. Though the hallway was by no means brightly lit, the room was pitch black and her eyes still needed to adjust as she quietly closed the door behind her. As far as she could tell, her surprise was going to be complete. No sound of a challenge came from the bed, though the sound of a sleeping man was unmistakable.

She set her things down in one corner and crept over to the bed. Silently, she pulled the blankets back, and, as she had hoped, she saw that he was sleeping without pajamas. An evil grin crossed her face as she knelt over the bed and took his flaccid cock in her mouth and applied her talented tongue. The sleeping figure groaned, and a startled hand reached up and touched her head. But instead of jumping up in alarm as some might have done, her silent partner guided her head up and down on the stiffening shaft in her mouth.

It was a frightfully erotic situation for her, and it crossed her mind that George was allowing her to do this without checking her identity. She should have been annoyed, but instead the anonymity of it all brought her sexual fever to a new high. A finger of her free hand slipped down between her legs and went to work pushing her further toward her own orgasm. As her head bobbed on the rigid cock, her hips bucked in rhythm and she felt herself begin to flow freely. 

Then, when she could wait no longer, she rose up and climbed onto the bed, lifting her leg over the hips of her partner. She rubbed the tip of the fully aroused cock along her opening and prepared to sit back, driving him deep into her urgently needful pussy. Strong hands gripped her hips and helped guide her into place. But just as she started to settle down and take him inside herself, her eyes became fully adjusted to the dimly lit room. Recognition, or rather the absence of it, came to her. 

"Oh my GOD!" she blurted. "Who are you?" She intended to pull away, but the powerful hands on her hips pulled down suddenly and she was filled. Though she was mortified, her lust was at its peak and her body craved the feeling of being stretched, penetrated, and she found herself at odds with her own body as she felt the stiff cock repeatedly spearing into her from below. She wanted to jump up and run from the room, but found herself leaning forward on her hands, moving against the relentless fuck so as to maximize her own pleasure. 

Soon, thoughts of protesting left her altogether and she contributed to the ravaging she was getting. When he realized she was fully involved and his hands no longer had to hold her hips in place, he reached up and opened her blouse, reaching in to explore her surprisingly available body. As he fondled her soft skin, she came for the first time. 

As she came, he tensed, lifting her up and driving his cock deep into her. She felt the surge of his semen enter her, and made no attempt to stop it. As she began to regain her senses, she tried to lift herself free, but noticed that he was still hard, and buried deep inside of her!

With a swift, but graceful maneuver, he rolled over so that he was lying on top of her. His hands held her wrists over her head and he began sliding into her once again. She started to protest, but he silenced her with a deep kiss, covering her mouth. She struggled, but found that her strength was no match for his. Before long, she was feeling that familiar fever of an approaching orgasm as he split her pussy over and over. When she came, she gripped his cock and felt the relentless pumping that stretched and filled her so gloriously. The helplessness, and forced obedience of her position caused her to cum once again, and then repeatedly until she again felt him fill her with his seed.

He collapsed next to her, releasing her wrists. But she had no energy to make an escape, nor, curiously, did she have the desire. Reluctantly, aware of the gross impropriety of what had happened, she rolled off of the bed, and, collecting her things from the corner, slowly slipped from the room where she had just had the best sex of her life.

As she exited the elevator in the lobby, Dee realized that she never asked the name of her anonymous lover. But in all of her fantasies in the future, his dimly lit face would always be there.

=============== Alternate Ending ===================

Dee held the room key gently in her hand as the elevator dropped through the core of the hotel toward the lobby. She turned the key over as she mused that she had never felt so sexually charged as when she was held down and ruthlessly fucked by this stranger. Nor had she cum so many times, or with such force. 

As the elevator door opened to reveal the lobby, she paused. Then, as she thought to herself "He's had plenty of time to recover", she pressed the button for the eleventh floor. 



Oops!



Just a quick little tale of a major fuckup turning into a major fuck. Luckily in this fantasy land there is no such thing as an STD and no pregnancy occurs without being planned. Don't believe my fiction, just enjoy!

*

"Let's go over to my house where we can have some privacy," Stacy said. "Then I can really suck your cock for you in comfort!"

"Works for me babe, you know I love how you suck me so good!" 

"You'd better love it John or I might just have to go find some other cock to give pleasure to."

"Oh no you don't," I said as I started my truck's engine and headed for her house. "I know you could find plenty of guys willing to have you do them but you will have a hard time finding one as big as I am.

"You're right honey and we both know it! God I just love swallowing your huge shaft to the root, I can cum just from doing that to you!"

Luckily the drive from the park was short as I pulled up in front of her house. There was a moving van blocking her driveway so I parked across the street and over one house. In no time we were inside her house in the kitchen.

Stacy wasted no time getting my shorts and boxers around my ankles and my eleven inch monster down her throat so she could lick my balls with her tongue. Damn she likes that more than I do and I fucking love it! She was really going to town on my cock while I dropped my head back and closed my eyes trying to concentrate on how good she was making my cock throb. 

Instead my larger brain remembered something my dad had told me at least three times, "When a woman gives good head, don't toss her out just because she isn't 'THE' one for you!" He always meant my mom -- his ex -- when he said that. Well, Stacy probably wasn't 'THE' one but damn could she suck cock! Her virginal pussy would soon take a good hard fucking too but she really liked blowing me....and she was damned good at it!

My parents had divorced when I was four and I seldom saw my mom even though we lived in the same town. Okay, it's a huge city of several million but still, she could let me know she knows I'm alive just once in a while. Fuck her! Or as dad always says, 'Good riddance to bad rubbish!'

Any way, both of us heard the crunch of tires on driveway pavement and Stacy quickly pulled back off of my fully engulfed cock and peaked out the window. "Shit, my dad's home! And he's got somebody with him!" She was pushing me towards the broom closet and even as she shoved me into it she said, "Stay here and BE QUIET!" 

As she closed the door I quickly said, "My clothes!" as I had stepped easily out of them as she shoved me.

Stacy had already headed out of the room as she said, "I'm taking them to my room!" and then all was silent as I stood half naked in the broom closet. The dark tiny broom closet. Then I heard laughter as a couple entered the house through the kitchen door. After that I heard only the sounds of kissing along with moans from each of them as they really started to get it on.

A soft female voice purred, "Oh god yes, eat my pussy and get me ready for you! Oh fuck yeah!"

She continued urging him on even as I tried to decide if I had heard that voice before. It was slightly slurred -- probably from a 3 martini lunch -- and was well muffled from the closed door. Any way, I had started going soft but the soft sounds of sex coming through the door got my shaft back to full attention in no time. 

Then I heard Stacy call out, "Dad! Is that you dad!? What are you doing home?" she was asking as her voice grew louder.

"Shit!" her father said, as the mystery woman gasped, "Oh fuck no! I was nearly there!"

Sounds of movement reached me even as he said, "Hide in here and BE QUIET!" Then the closet door opened slightly and closed half a second later. I only saw the back of her head (brunette) as she looked back at him and gasped, "My clothes!"

"I gottem!" he said with a muffled sound as if he was wiping the pussy juice from his face as he spoke. 

I was trying to slide into the wall (impossible due to my huge hard on pointing out perpendicular to my body) only to have her move slightly and bump into me making her gasp "OH!"

"Shhhhhhhh!" Stacy's dad said and quickly followed that with "Oh hi honey, I didn't know you were home!" After that the two of them talked on and on about mundane things as they each tried to keep the other from noticing any sounds from the closet.

"Shhhh," I softly said almost with Stacy's dad, "we have to be quiet."

Some sort of sound started coming from her lungs only to catch in her throat as her hand bumped my rock hard lance even as it poked into her stomach. "Holy shit!" she softly gasped as she gripped me at my base and then pulled along my full length. "Oh my god," she softly groaned as she shoved her hand fully down my cock to its base and then slowly pulled it back until just my tip was held by her fingers. Very softly she said, "Holy fuck, that is one mighty fine cock you've got!"

Some how she managed to bend over and inhale a little over half of my shaft and then work her lips and tongue all over it. While trying to stifle my moans I tried my damnedest to figure out where I knew this voice from. The voices outside the door kept right on talking but I barely heard them as this mystery woman worked the first half of my shaft like a $1000 an hour hooker. 

"Oh fuck!" I gasped almost softly when she suddenly shoved all the way down onto my cock and started fucking me with her throat. Christ she was better than Stacy and Stacy was incredible! No doubt Stacy's mom would be pissed if she ever found out about this extra person in her husband's life. Meanwhile the outside voices had paused at my gasp only to start up again, each of them much louder than before. 

All too soon my cock was left behind as the woman managed to stand up while she wrapped her arms around my neck. "Help me," she said very softly even as she lifted one leg up and wrapped it around my ass. I grabbed her and lifted as her other leg moved up and met her first one behind my ass. She wiggled her hips a bit and then I felt my tip slip into her gash just before she eased down about five inches. "Ooooooh god that's so good!" she groaned as she stopped all movement for a moment.

"No shit," I moaned as she finally lifted up about three inches and then eased back down until all but two inches was inside of her. 

"Holy fuck you're HUGE!" she said softly but emphatically. "Oh god this feels so good!"

My hands helped lift her nearly all the way off of me and then I pulled HARD making her bottom out on my rock hard shaft. "Oh fuck yes," she hissed through clenched teeth while her body went into over drive bucking wantonly on my piercing shaft. 

Obviously Stacy's dad was good at eating pussy as this woman was totally turned on and ready to cream all over me. In less than five minutes she kissed me fiercely while her pussy clamped super tight around my cock, her orgasm powering through her shaking body. She maintained her kiss while she came thus preventing too many loud sounds from escaping from our little dark lust nest, but still some were heard and both of the listeners stepped up their efforts at keeping the other from noticing the strange sounds from their hidden but none too quiet closeted lovers.

Her climax finally waned and her quivering body clung tightly to me as she softly groaned into my ear, "Damn was that a good one!" She took a couple deep breaths then still quite softly said, "I don't know who you are but you sure as hell know how to fuck!" Even as she said that her hips slowly began moving on me as she pulled ¾ off of me then eased back down taking my granite hard slab back into her steaming hot pussy. 

"Oh fuck yeah, that feels so good! Don't stop stud, fuck me and make me cum again!" Our bodies were soon pounding against each other's in our tiny dark love hovel while moans of pleasure emanated from each of us. She tightened her legs around my ass and our bodies slamming together started making slapping sounds.

"Shit!" I groaned followed by, "Quiet down...slow down."

"Oh god no...I'm so close," she begged into my ear. Her pussy clamped down onto me even tighter as she croaked out, "Ooo yes, I can feel you growing inside of me! Give it to me!" Suddenly her head flung back thumping hard against the wall as she screamed loudly, "OH FUCK ME...I'M CUMMING! OH GOD THERE IT IS! FILL ME WITH YOUR SPUNK! OH GOD I'M CUMMING SO HARD!" 

I had tried to quiet her but then I got swept up in my own incredible orgasm as I began filling her pussy with seven hard and long ropes of cum. "Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeeesssssss," I managed to groan out as my arms went into over drive hammering her relentlessly back onto me as I made her climax explode into screams once more. 

I felt her body tense yet again as waves of pleasure powered through her body, she stopped kissing me and moved her face to my left where my shoulder met my neck. She clung to me spasming harshly as her hips continued working on and off of my pulsating lance. "OHGOD!" she cried out as her body jerked hard then smashed powerfully onto me. "FUCK!" she yelled as her hips pulled back ten inches before crashing back onto me. 

Suddenly the door was flung open and Stacy and her dad stood there, both of them yelling something that I never heard, while the woman in my arms pushed her pussy off of me before croaking out, "CUMMING!" as she slammed back onto me. "OH GOD!" slam. "FUCK!" slam. "OH YES!" slam. Each cry was timed with her pussy pounding onto me driving my squirting cock fully into her. Never had I felt a pussy so tight as her tightness forced more of my sperm from its hanging source.

Her pace eventually slowed until she was moving her hips very slowly back and then fully onto me again. Her arms tightened around my neck as she kissed me below my ear. "John!" Stacy cried out simultaneously with her dad's "Brenda!" I'm not sure what she thought but personally I thought 'Brenda? That's my mom's name!'

Each of us pulled our heads back in alarm as I gawked into my mother's eyes in shock! It was obvious she was equally stunned as she struggled to disengage from me and get down. All that she accomplished was to stimulate her all ready over sensitized pussy and power up her orgasm once more.

My mom was half way off of me when she screamed, "OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING AGAIN! OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING SO HARD!" About 5 seconds later she tripled her movements on me as she screamed, "GOD DAMN IT...FUCK ME YOU MOTHER FUCKER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH MY GOD I'M STILL CUMMING!"

Her lips devoured my own as she silenced herself with a passion filled kiss, her tongue reaching fully into my mouth. Incredibly she somehow grew even tighter around me and my balls went for the gold as I began shooting her full of cum once more. "OH GOD I CAN FEEL IT! FEEL YOU CUMMING INSIDE OF ME! OH MY GOD IT'S SO GOOD! OH! OH! OH! FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEE!" she once more screamed out before dropping limp into my hands, her pussy spasming around me while her slumped body breathed hard and fast.

I was trying to carry my mom out of the closet when I heard a questioning Stacy say, "Daddy?"

Before I could get my head or body turned around to see what was going on she gasped out "DADDY!" My eyes finally beheld the incredible sight of Stacy's dad mauling her left tit with one hand while his right massaged her still moist pussy! "Oh Daddy! Oh god Daddy that feels so good!" she moaned as his fingers dug deep into her pussy.

Surprised by this turn of events I used my foot to pull out a kitchen chair and sort of dropped onto it in astonishment. All that managed to do was rekindle my mother's fires as she moaned "Oh god you're in me so deep! Oh John you shouldn't have done that." In spite of her words her hips lifted up and eased back down onto me three times before she looked into my eyes and said, "Okay son, I know we shouldn't but you've already given me two huge loads." After that she never said a word for over fifteen minutes while her legs and arms worked together to really give my rock hard cock one of its best fucks ever. Yes...I mean EVER! Not just up till then, but before or after that day....EVER!

About a minute after she started moving on me in earnest I looked to my side and watched as Stacy gave up her virginity to her dad's 8 inch prick. I thought to myself, 'Oh well, hopefully there will be other cherries for my salami to puncture,' before I began using my hands to help my mother fuck me in the chair next to the table on which Stacy was being deflowered by her dad. 

The rest of the afternoon was one of the best and wildest fuck sessions I have ever been a participant in as Stacy's dad and I fucked both of them several times that afternoon. I must say that we were all totally fucked out before Stacy's mom left her work place and headed for home. 



Oops!



My husband and I had been dating for about a year, and although I had regularly flashed my panties for him and others, we had not had any sexual experiences other than our time together after the baseball game.

We both were virgins when it came to sex, both literally and figuratively.

He now had started his junior year of college and our dates were often college parties or he and I spending time together in his apartment.

Summer was over and as the cooler weather descended I put my collection of mini skirts away and more often wore pants or skirts with tights.

I still had the desire to see what he looked like down below, although most of our time together was spent necking and fondling with our clothes on.

When I was 12 I had taken a city bus across town to visit my sister in college and afterwards would get a ride from my father as he worked on the same side of town.

While on the bus an older man came on and sat down near me. He was probably only in his thirties, but at my age he looked ancient.

I was sitting on one of the front seats that faced the aisle and he sat at the first seat that faced forward. This way he was facing directly towards me and I was positioned in a way to block the driver's view of him.

He was acting very weird and constantly fidgeted, which caused me to look in his direction. As I looked towards him, he pulled his gray raincoat open to reveal his penis. I still remember the mottled pink color and folds of skin along with his hairy paunch. He and it were totally repulsive to me.

I didn't know what to do. I was terribly frightened and trapped. Thank goodness my stop was just ahead, although I was sure that he would follow me. I exited the bus and walked quickly towards my sister's dorm, which was still a couple of blocks away. To my extreme relief, the flasher stayed on the bus.

This experience gave me such a negative impression of a man's penis that I thought that I would never ever want to see one again.

To this day, any photostream on flickr that has nothing but photos of a man's organ causes a very negative reaction in me as it brings back that feeling of being violated.

However, my husband had stirred a desire inside of me to find out whether all men looked as gross as this flasher did.

My husband had virtually no furniture in his apartment other than a couple of kitchen chairs. His bed was a sleeping bag.

So we would sit and watch TV on a rug on the floor, which is also where we would make out.

As I spent more time with him in his apartment I would play somewhat of a game and as we kissed I would slowly work my way down his torso and lift his shirt to kiss him on the stomach.

I still had no idea the affect that this might be having on him, since I had no intention to sexually satisfy him nor much knowledge as to how. As I kissed him on the stomach I would pull slightly at the waistband of his pants and peek down the front to see what I might see. I enjoyed seeing his swollen head that reminded me of a smooth mushroom cap. 

Usually I was in my bra and pants or skirt while performing my exploration, which allowed my husband to do some exploring of his own.

He loved to see what panties I was wearing and as I looked down his, he was looking down mine. Is that a tit for tat kind of thing?

As we became more and more familiar with each other, we would pull each other's pants down and apply kisses through our briefs right on each other's sensitive area.

The first time I unveiled his manhood I loved how it felt in my hand, so warm, so smooth, so yummy.

The deep red color and smooth skin was nothing like my memory of the flasher.

Soon I learned to explore my husband's reaction to my hand on him. I would play with his tip with my fingers and grip his shaft in my hand. I found out what made him breath hard and what he felt like just before he ejaculated. 

I loved how he tensed up and pushed his groin forward. It was right at this point that I would place my other hand over the head and feel his warm juice squirt into it.

It was so warm and slippery. 

I never thought of this as hand jobs. The term sounded so crude compared to the experience that I was having. I loved to watch him grow as he pulled my pants down revealing my teeny panties, and as he kissed me on my inner thighs, I would take a hold of him and free him from his briefs.

I reveled in the discovery of how fast I could get him to squirt.

He was my snake and I was the snake charmer.

By the time the school year ended I had become quite proficient with my fingers and hands. I had graduated from high school and we decided to take a trip to visit the same sister who had been in college, but was now married and lived in another state.

We drove my husband's old Ford with the bench seats allowing both of us to have unobstructed views and access to each other. I was back in my mini skirts and wearing a geometric patterned pair of nylon bikini panties, which I made sure my husband could see as we drove cross-country.

It took us a few hours before I realized that what my husband could see, the truckers who would follow along side of us could see as well.

I was back in my element with unknown voyeurs trying to see up my skirt.

I felt so sexy and exhilarated deciding which truckers would see my panties as well as how much they would see. As a truck pulled along side of us I would purposely slide my bottom on the seat so my skirt was almost to the top of the elastic on my panties while pretending to talk to my husband. If they happened to see my exposure, they would match our speed and drive with us for miles.

When this happened, I would wait for a mile or two and then look directly into the truck cab and smile. Then my husband would change speeds requiring the trucker to either match us or continue on his way. 

Most often due to their deadlines, they would have to move along, and soon enough a new voyeur would appear in the rear view mirror.

At some point we were all by ourselves on the expressway so I reached over and unzipped my husband's pants and reached inside to pull his erection out through the opening.

I was pleasantly surprised at how big it seemed my little game had made him. I started to perform my magic on him and in a short while had him breathing hard and moaning as I stroked him and rubbed the wonderful sensitive notch on the bottom side of his helmet.

I was not ready when he suddenly let out a loud groan and ejaculated through the steering wheel hitting the inside of the windshield.

As he finished his spasms and we looked at the heavy liquid running down the windshield, pooled on the dashboard, and dripping down the front of his shirt, I looked over at him and said, "Oops".

We laughed so hard that I thought that I was going to wet my panties.

We ended up pulling into the next rest stop and I cleaned the inside of the car while my husband cleaned his shirt.

I was now well past my earlier feelings of guilt and shame. I was quite proud of my progress and couldn't wait to continue my sexual awakening.



Oops



There is no actual sex in this story, if that is what you want go elsewhere. I chose to put it in LW because there is no category for loss of trust. 

*

The gunshots were loud; I could see him lying on the floor holding his groin. What was left of his equipment was sliding down the wall behind him. A few of the shotgun pellets had hit my wife; she did not realize it yet. 

She kept saying "No!" to him but he did not bother to listen. 

He screamed to her "I took you to dinner, dancing and out for drinks. I deserve something for all the money I put out."

I looked; his thigh was peppered with buckshot. It ran from just under his armpit to his knee. 

The first words out of her mouth were to me, "How dare you come into my house, in violation of a restraining order and do this to my guest!"

To repeat the words of that famous radio guy "...and that's the rest of the story."

My name is Benuel, Benuel Thompson. She is my wife of 15 years Marti. We met in college, dated exclusively and married 3 months after we graduated. We have 3 children ages 13, 11 and 8. I have no idea where they are tonight, they are not here. That is good.

Marti is an elementary teacher. I am a geologist. Every other year I am sent somewhere for 6 weeks to help with oil exploration. The rest of the time I work in the local office, it's about ¼ mile down the road.

The house we live in belonged to my maternal grandparents. I inherited it when they died about 10 years ago. The title is only in my name as per their instructions.

Before moving into the house I had it wired for sound, still photos and video recording. I have many sensitive company documents in a very secure office in the house. As vice president of the company I need to have them.

To monitor the house I listen to the phone calls and scan through the front and back door recorders to see who comes and goes. I can access the computer storage with my laptop from anywhere in the world with internet access.

Marti and I talk by phone at least every other day. One day she just stopped communicating with me. The last time we talked she acted like she was mad with me; but would not say why. I turned the camera on in our bedroom and she was sitting on the corner of the bed with tears running down her face. 

I asked, "Why are you crying?"

Her response was "How can you tell?"

"I can hear it in your voice."

She was silent for a minute and finally asked "Where are you and where have you been for the last 2 weeks?"

"I am at the job site about 25 miles west of Sitka, Alaska in the Bering Sea. I have been here for the last 3 weeks."

"Liar!" then she hung up and I could see her turn the phone off.

I immediately started to look at the photos of who had come into the house. Yesterday she was visited by her college friend Veronica; "Call me Roni." I brought up the cameras for the kitchen because they like to talk at the table there. They were looking at pictures on the table and Marti was crying. The resolution was not good enough to determine what was in those photos. 

Roni left after 2 hours and Marti scooped up the photos and took them to our bedroom. She hid them in the top of the closet. She went to bed with tears streaming down her face.

I called my boss and said there was an emergency that I needed to deal with at home.

I was not able to fly off the platform for 2 days due to bad weather. Every day I called and left messages for her on the answering machine and her cell; she never called back.

I took another 2 days to get back into town. I got in late on Thursday and stayed at a motel that evening. I did drive out but the house was dark by the time I got there so I turned around and went back to the motel. 

I accessed the monitors and knew the family was all there and safe so I got as much sleep as my restlessness would allow. Early the next morning I parked the company car, with all my things, on their lot and walked home. I concealed myself in the garden shed until they left.

The sight that greeted me was astounding. Every possession of mine was thrown into the backyard; I do mean everything. The locks were changed and the garage door would not move. I went in through a basement window. I know how to force it and do no damage.

I methodically went through each room, watched all the recordings and developed a plan. 

The phone recordings showed a call from Roni; she thought that Marti needed a night on the town. She had set up a double date with 2 fellows she knew and insisted Marti go along "...to take her mind off of the divorce."

Divorce was a new step to me; there had been no talk on the phone or visits from Roni to talk about one. 

I found the photos where she had left them, the guy in the photos did look like me; like I did 2 weeks before I left. 2 days before I left I got my hair trimmed short and shaved the beard. The digital time stamp on the photos showed that they were taken on the 12th of the month, I had been on the platform for 2 weeks at that time. I recognized the woman in the photos as another college friend of Roni and Marti. Her name was Sue. I took the photos to my office in the basement and scanned them into my computer for safe keeping and put the originals back. I found Marti's address book and called Sues home number from a throw away phone I kept in my desk. Her husband answered, we have met before. I told him who I was and said we needed to talk. I sent the photos to him via email after he promised to not disclose to Sue that he had them. He checked her calendar and told me that on the date of the photos Sue and Roni were shopping in the next town all day. I was starting to smell a rat.

I hear you saying "Wait a minute. She threw everything into the yard?"

My office holds important, secure company documents; the room is sound proof, fire proof and burglar proof. You can't get into it without a backhoe and jack hammer or dynamite. The door was badly scarred; but there had been no breach of the area.

I keep the computers and battery backups for the security cameras in there. I also keep my gun collection in that room, locked in a built in gun safe. I got out my shotgun and a 358 handgun. 

All I could do now was wait. 

Near 11:30 the buzzer on the front door sounded in my office. I had that installed a few years back when Marti came home and surprised me in my office. I almost shot her that evening when she came sneaking down the steps.

I slowly crept up the stairs and looked down the hall to the living room. Marti was there with a man I had never seen before. He was getting all too familiar with her. She was very close to drunk and kept trying to get him to leave. I silently snuck into the dining room for a better view of what was going on. He was rude, he was persistent; he was slowly undressing Marti. She was out of it enough to not notice but had the sense to keep telling him to leave. She kept saying "NO. I am not that sort of person. I do not know you well enough to do this. I do not want this." I knew this was all recording.

Finally he backhanded her across the mouth and dropped his pants. His erection was sticking out; I was not impressed with the size. I was about 2 feet away when there were 2 shotgun blasts and his pecker was sliding down the wall 2 feet behind him.

The resulting noise from the shot left everyone deaf for a few minutes; as my hearing returned I first heard him screaming, then he fainted dead away. Next I could hear Marci screaming at me. She stopped for a breath and I heard the sirens in the background.

I used the time before they got there to call my boss and tell him I would most likely be arrested and to come over as soon as he could with the company lawyer. 

When the police got there the door was open, Marti was laying on the sofa with her clothes half off and the guns were lying on the floor 3 feet in front of me. They were not loaded; the shells were on the floor beside me. As they came into the house my hands were up in the air.

The first officer came up to me and I said "You better call an ambulance for Dickless over there before he ruins my carpet. I was handcuffed and taken outside. They read me my rights. The ambulances came for Marci and Dickless, and then they left. 

My boss and the lawyer got there soon after. I refused to answer any questions until I had a chance to talk with them. 

I was taken and booked for attempted murder, maiming, discharging a fire arm, breaking and entering, assault and vandalism. The charge of vandalism was because they held me for 4 hours in the car and would not let me pee. I pissed myself on their seat.

8 hours after they booked me I was allowed to speak to the lawyer. 

Halfway through our conversation there was a knock on the door. The man stepped in and said "Benuel Thompson?"

I nodded.

"You have been served. In addition there is a restraining order requiring you to keep 500 feet away from Mrs. Marci Thompson and her children and their home." He turned and left.

I called to the deputy who escorted him into the room, "Please make note of the time and date I was served."

He gave me a funny look and left the room.

I told the lawyer I was the sole owner of the house, the entire episode was recorded and Dickless was in the act of raping my wife; she had repeatedly told him "No."

The next afternoon I was brought before the judge and formally charged. My lawyer responded not guilty to all the charges. Bail was set at $100,000; my boss made bail for me. I immediately went back before a judge and asked that he remove my wife from the house because it was exclusively mine. 

They served her the next day; she had 12 hours to leave the house. When she was still there 24 hours later I had her arrested for trespassing on private property. I went home and had the locks changed again and brought all my things into the house and threw all her things into the backyard where mine had been. When she showed up at the house after her release she was charged with violating the restraining order against her. 2 days later her attorney called mine to talk. 

A meeting was set for the next day at noon in my lawyers offices. She hit me with both barrels about my cheating, breaking into the house against a restraining order, harming a guest who she had invited into the home. There was a laundry list of complaints. I listened until she had finished, no one said a word while she was on her tirade. 

When she was done I asked "Did you intend to have sex with that man that evening."

"What is it to you, we were separated. The divorce papers had been written and delivered. I was free to do as I wanted."

My lawyer then spoke up and asked hers to indicate the time I was served.

Hers looked at the records and stated the date and time of serving.

"You will notice the date and time of serving the papers was after he was arrested for protecting you from being raped."

"I was not being raped" she said.

I spoke "So you are saying you were going to have consensual sex with that man? I want to file a counter suit for divorce from her on the grounds of adultery.

I found the photos of me having sex with that woman. You know her; don't you?"

"Well I did not look closely at her after I saw you in those photos."

"Why do you think it was me in the photos?"

"I know what you look like from the front and back."

"Where is the large scar on my shoulder from when I rolled the motorcycle at 18 years old?"

She looked "It must be the lighting, I don't see it."

"That is because it is not there. Look at the hair in this photo. Look at the beard in this photo." I held out 2 of them.

"That is how you wear your hair and beard."

"Think back to the day before I went away. What did I have to do before they would allow me on that work platform? Think really hard; what did you comment on the night before I left, while we made love?"

She had a blank look on her face for a while, and then the tears started to flow. "You had to cut your hair short and remove the beard. I commented that it was like being with a stranger."

"So how is it that 2 weeks later I have 6 months worth of hair and beard?"

My lawyer and I walked out of the room. As we left he turned and said "Call us when you are ready to discuss this again."

2 days later we were back in the same office. I let her speak.

"Ben, I am so sorry. I saw those pictures and immediately lost my mind. After you pointed out the discrepancies I can see it was not you."

"You did not even give me a chance, did you?"

She hung her head and sobbed. 

"You created this mess you can explain it to everybody and get it straightened out. I do not want to hear from you until you have done so."

"I was taken advantage of. I will look like a fool if I have to do this. There has to be another way."

"Goodbye then. I will see you in court for the criminal trial next week. Then we can see each other for the divorce trial in 2 months."

"I don't want a divorce. Ben, I love you. I want to stay with you for the rest of my life."

"Make sure you remember to tell the truth in court. You know what it is just as well as I do. There are penalties for perjury. Do not tell anyone that you know the photos are faked. If you do it will turn out badly for you."

I walked out and left the building.

That evening I had a phone call from my children and her parents. They all said "Marti told us what happened and we are really sorry for the problems this has caused. We will be there for you in any way we can.

Sunday afternoon the phone started to ring. Marci had stood in church and told everyone about the way I was framed and how she had missed the clues.

Marci took Monday off from work and went to see the district attorney to get the charges dropped; he said "...he would not. He had me dead to rights on all charges."

Thursday the trial commenced. The state produced all the evidence they had and rested. The police testified as to the evidence they found. My attorney never questioned any of their witnesses. Marci refused to answer any of their questions. "I was drunk and have no recollection of the events of that evening." was her statement.

They called Mr. Richard Tracey to the stand. He was the man who tried to rape Marci. Yeah you got it right he was now Mr. Richard "Dickless" Tracy. He stated that she was willing and never said NO.

After lunch they started with the defense. First we called the deputy who escorted the process server in to serve me. He testified that I was served the morning after the incident as he called it.

Next he called the locksmith to testify. When he was done we produced the title to the house and proved that it belonged to me and only me.

Next he called me to the stand. I testified how I came into the dining room to find a man in the process of raping my wife. I said that she had said no at least 15 or 20 times and that he would not take no for an answer. 

The states attorney tried to discredit me, I insisted I was right. "We have a matter of differing opinions and statements. Is there any way you can backup your claims?" he proclaimed.

"Actually I do. I have recorded proof that I was protecting a person I thought was my wife and my home."

My lawyer asked to approach the bench. He presented a DVD to the judge. "I ask that you enter this into evidence to support my client."

"What is this evidence you bring before me?"

"This is a security camera recording of the entire incident, from the time Mrs. Thompson arrived to the last deputy leaving the premises. It will prove that my client is correct in all he has said. By the way, he only gave me this at lunch when he insisted, against my wishes, that he be allowed to testify."

I had asked to be tried before the judge, no jury. 

As he left to review the tape with the 2 counsels he turned and said to me "This had better be all you claim it is or you will never get out of jail.

I smiled.

2 hours later a furious judge and states attorney came back into the courtroom with my lawyer directly behind posting a big shit eating grin.

I want Mr. and Mrs. Thompson and Mr. Tracy brought before me, NOW."

A deputy escorted each of us up to stand before the judge. 

He turned to me and spoke, "I do not like the way you concealed your evidence. Can you give me a good reason to not hold you in contempt?" 

"It was necessary for legal reasons in another case to be heard soon. Besides the law does not require me to disclose my evidence to them."

He turned to Marci and spoke, "You are lucky to have a husband who cares as deeply as yours does. He was willing to risk everything to defend your honor, in spite of your stupidity. You would be a fool to let him get away."

He turned to Mr. Tracy "Deputies arrest this man; I want him charged with perjury, and attempted rape.

The rest of you are all free to go."

That evening I sent an email to Marci with the following message. 

I have had time to look over all the information and documentation. Did you know that at the time shown on the photographs that we were talking on the phone for over 2 hours? You chose to believe what you saw instead of asking me.

Your lack of trust and respect for me has hurt me deeply. At this time I can not remove my pleading for divorce. Your attorney has held off on removing your filing until the court date to attempt to get a good settlement for you. 

I will see you in court.

Ben

The date of our divorce hearings arrived the sun was bright and the sky was clear. I arrived happy and in good spirits. By this time I had grown my hair longer and had grown my beard again. Marci looked like hell. 

The judge opened the proceedings. "We have 2 pleadings for divorce and 2 law suits for Alienation of Affection. It is a little unusual to combine all of these into one setting but I have been assured it will all make sense in the end. We shall proceed. 

He asked for my story as to why I wanted a divorce.

I told him about the photos showing me making love to another woman and how this started a chain of events that nearly cost me my freedom. I went on to tell him of the hurt she caused and her disrespect in the handling of the situation. "Marriage has to be based on trust; I can't trust her to not try something like this again. It is time to end the sham of a marriage."

He asked if the person who supplied the photos was in the court that day.

My attorney told him she had been subpoenaed to attend. Roni was brought forth.

Did you supply these photos to Marci Thompson?

"Yes I did your honor"

"Can you tell me why it was important to you to do so?"

"She is my friend and I did not want to see her hurt when her husband left her for another woman."

"Do you know who the woman is in these photos?"

"No, Your Honor, I do not. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time to see them go into a room. I managed to get some pictures of the affair."

"Do you have any others?" my attorney asked her.

"There are 4 more. I did not feel that they would be necessary to prove his infidelity so I did not share them."

"Do you have them with you today?"

"Yes, your honor, I do." She handed the prints to the judge.

I asked, "Your honor, might I see the photos of my alleged intercourse with a woman other than my wife?"

I looked at the first photo and looked no further. I whispered to my attorney. He whispered to an assistant who left in a hurry and stood and asked Roni "Are you certain that you took these pictures of Mr. Thompson on the date indicated on the bottom?"

"Yes I did" she proclaimed loudly.

"And you are certain it was Mr. Thompson in those photos?"

She almost shouted her reply, "I told you that it was him in those photos. I stand by my word."

They went back and forth for about 15 minutes. Finally there were no further questions for her.




Oops



"We ask that you remain in the area until you are released, you may be excused." The judge said.

At that moment a distinguished looking older gentleman hurried into the courtroom.

"I would like to allow Dr. Hosemein to answer some questions if I could."

The judge nodded his head, he was looking bored.

"Dr., what is your specialty?"

"I am an urologist."

"In your professional opinion, can a man grow a foreskin after his was removed?"

There was a gasp in the court. The judge was about to speak when the doctor answered.

"He can not grow one, however I suppose if someone wanted one we could build one out of other skin."

"Would he be likely to have it removed again afterward?"

"I doubt he would want to do that because the surgery both times would be very painful."

After the doctor left the stand my lawyer turned to the judge and said 

"Your honor, the man in that photo is not my client. My client is prepared to drop his pants in front of this court to prove that he has no foreskin."

"If he does I will hold him in contempt."

My lawyer turned to the back of the court and asked a man if his wife was here. She was brought forth to meet the judge.

"Your honor, this is the woman in the photos. We can prove it by asking her husband to step forward and identify the tattoo on her left butt cheek." 

He rose and stepped forward and said "There is a small mole just below the tattoo too. It is about an inch lower and to the left. The tattoo is a small flower with a tiny bee on the right side, a little above center. Your honor, if I am correct may I have copies of those photos for my lawyer?" 

"You are correct, with your description. You may have the copies. I am sorry."

With that a frumpy looking man stood in the back of the room and asked for the judge's indulgence. The judge shrugged and motioned him forward. As he approached the front he said "Mrs. Susan Kelly?" 

She turned to look. "You have been served."

There was a 30 minute recess to get everything under control.

When court started back up Sue was asked if she could identify the man. "He is an escort from Pleasurable Friends" she said.

"Who concocted this idea?"

"It was mostly Roni's idea, but I helped her. She told me that Marci was very unhappy in her marriage and wanted to get out. We thought it might help her get a favorable resolution."

When she turned to leave her husband was long gone.

The judge turned to me and asked "Mr. Thompson, what do you want out of this?"

"I want to get out of a bad situation; I can not trust her anymore after what she has done."

"Do you still love her?"

"I suppose I still do. But she has hurt me so badly I am not sure I can get over it."

He then turned to Marci and asked the same 2 questions

"Your honor, when I found out I had been scammed by my supposed friends I wanted to cancel the divorce. I still love Ben with all my heart and I miss him terribly. I just want to get back with him if he will have me." 

He called a recess for 15 minutes. When he appeared he had Marci, Roni, Sue and me in front of the court.

Pointing toward Roni he said "I find you guilty in the lawsuit for Alienation of Affection. You are ordered to pay 2/3 of all legal and other expenses for these people you have scammed. I also order the bailiffs to charge you with perjuring yourself. Bailiff, you will take her away when I get done with this other woman. " 

Turning to Sue he said, "You are guilty of stupidity more than anything else. I also find you guilty like your friend. You will pay 1/3 of the legal and other expenses for both of these poor persons you have scammed. Now, get them out of my sight."

He turned to Marci and me. Looking at Marci he said "I hope you choose better friends in the future and find a way to ask your husband if things are true before you decide to jump headfirst into murky waters again. You will both undergo 6 months of counseling. You will see the counselor once a week alone and once together. The last 3 months your children will come in with you for family counseling as a separate session once each month.

I will keep track of your progress. If there are any absences without a very good reason I will find you in contempt and fine you. Are these rules clear?"

We both nodded yes.

The counseling worked well. Marci learned to stop and look over anything that upset her before she acts. She talks to me before making many decisions. I have started to trust her again. I realize she was almost raped; it was not anything she chose to do. She was lead like a lamb to be slaughtered by a conniving bitch. . 

We have added 2 more children to the family.

Mr. Dickless Tracy was sentenced to 15 to 30 years. We understand he is very popular with a certain element there.

Marci no longer associates with her former friends. She is very careful about choosing new ones.

Roni and Sue moved in together, after Sue was divorced and got next to nothing. Roni finally found the man she wanted to marry. Someone told him she was cheating and he dumped her. This happened 3 times until she got wise and moved to the left coast and got away from Sue.

The few pieces of buckshot that hit Marci have left only slight scarring, but she feels it when the weather is damp. She says it is her penance for her stupidity and laughs about it.

I love her dearly.

*

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PTBzzzz



Oops



The party invitation arrived in a non distinct manila tag envelope. Inside was just a map, a time and a date. I soon realized that the date on it was for tomorrow. But Valentine's was a week away. That didn't make sense. It must be a rehearsal appointment of some sort. I had hoped there was a contact number so someone could answer my questions, and was disappointed that there wasn't one, but I was thrilled. We had been accepted. This would be the best Valentine's Day experience ever.

I found the ad innocently while scouring the internet for Valentine's Day ideas. I adore my boyfriend and I want to make him happy. We'd been living together for six months and already the days of endless sex, anytime, anywhere in the house, was starting to become a distant memory. Being with him only made me more attractive and fit so I knew the problem wasn't with us. We just needed something new. We needed something exciting and exhilarating to take us to higher thrills. I knew it was risky but exciting sex was worth it.

The ad caught me by surprise and made me look twice. 

"Barnyard babes wanted".

What was this now? The ad continued to say, surprise and seduce as he goes for a stroll through the barn. I envisioned myself behind a stack of hay bales, dressed in an oversized, checkered, patterned work shirt, with a tie accenting my gorgeous big breasts. Some frayed jean shorts, cut way too short, showing off my neon pink g string would complete the ensemble. Yes, this would be the perfect Valentine's Day gift for the man whose cock I needed inside me, fucking me relentlessly. He'll crave his Valentine's when he sees me bent over a sawhorse, with my pussy, bright pink, wet and ready to be devoured by his hard pulsing member. 

The day began like every other. I went about my errands. My man was out of town for a couple of days, so I was searching for things to do, so I could stop thinking of him filling my tight little pussy with his hard cock and how much I missed that.

The rehearsal appointment was for 7 pm. It occurred to me that this was kind of late to be walking around outside in the country, but maybe they wanted to authenticate the situation for maximum effect. I took one of his big checkered shirts and slipped on some jean shorts. As I drove I looked down and admired my flat stomach and the attractive way I filled the clothes. 

My finger tips toyed and pulled at my nipples through my shirt as I drove along the highway and thought of what a seductive adventure I was creating for the man I adored. The more I played with my nipples the more tingles of wild excitement rippled from my tits down through me like a current to the core of my hot sexual need. I squirmed and wondered how wet I was, pushing over my jean shorts and slipping a finger inside of me. I thought of him taking me there; filling my hot pussy with his raw sexual need. My index finger began circling my clit. My eyes narrowed and became like slits, the music from the radio rocked with me, as my one hand touched all the warm, inviting and throbbing parts of my hot pink pussy. I thought of my boyfriend then as I came feeling the wild pulses of pure pleasure.

Then all of sudden it was there. I'd followed the map perfectly; surprised at the many turns and small gravel roads I needed to take to get there. The location seemed like it was literally in the middle of no where. Multiple barns were scattered across the dry barren field. They were surrounded by lush forest greenery that shielded the structures and made me think of a hidden fortress. You couldn't see the buildings from the road, until you happened across them.

The parking lot had lots of cars in it. I wondered why it would be so full. I rationalized that perhaps there were so many people who liked the idea, so they decided to have the information session all together, but I was wrong.

I entered the little house that was converted into an office. A beautiful brunette in a tight leather low cut dress greeted me. Her eyes were sparkling and her tone was bright and cheerful.

"Welcome, I'm so glad you choose us. You're gorgeous Amanda. You'll fit in really well here. I understand you have a preference for bondage, is that right?

She was smiling brightly.

"Yes," I mumbled, slightly embarrassed to be talking about my sexuality with a complete stranger.

She saw my apprehension and responded.

"It's alright to be nervous the first time. Just remember you're here to have fun, okay. Enjoy yourself." 

With that she winked at me and left me in the lush surroundings of the elegant waiting room. It was furnished with plants, beautiful paintings and fine tapestries. 

I only waited a few minutes when two heavyset women approached me.

"Come with us," one of women said.

We went back outside into the beautiful sunshine. 

"I've never heard of this place? Has it been here long?", I asked the woman who had spoken to me earlier.

"Sorry, don't understand," she replied smiling. She talked to the other woman then in a language I didn't recognize. 

The barns were plain colors with little variation or anything that would make them stand out. The smell of dry straw tickled my nose and aroused my senses. I couldn't see any animals in the barn, but the smell of animal sweat was evident, or was it animal sweat? I couldn't be certain, but it was an intoxicating aroma, with hints of patchouli.

The stalls were rustic in nature. Straw covered the floor. The first stall had sheep in it. It's what I would expect to see in a barn, but the second stall delivered a sight that was unexpected, yet inviting.

A middle aged woman with a leather collar and leather cuffs was being suspended from the ceiling with her hands bound to her ankles. Her round firm buttocks were exposed. As I walked by, the man in the stall with her smiled at me twirling her around on the chain that suspended her from the ceiling. I felt my pussy fill with juices at the sight. A part of me craved to see him fucking her like that. I wanted to see him fill her tight little hole with hard meat. She smiled at me then. I wondered if she knew that looking at her created a raw desire that took over my body.

The next stall held a horse. It was monster of horse, big and black and strong. It snorted fiercely as I went by. A feeling of danger invaded my senses. A beautiful petite blonde was in the stall with the horse. She was arching her back and brushing his slick shiny coat. The chair in the stall made it clear that her job was to clean and take care of this horse at all times.

The horse symbolized strength and power. He was visible from most stalls because of his immense size and stature. His stall was immaculate. She smiled at me as I walked by.

What I saw in the next stall was equally stimulating and very arousing. A beautiful blonde babe with big tits and a tiny little ass was tied tight on a sawhorse. She was on her front with the wood pushed into her. It was a beautifully carved saw horse, exquisitely finished and made of the finest cherry wood. Splinters would not be a problem. I began to realize that this place was a class act, and I wondered how much it would cost me.

The girl was face down and her hands and legs were bound with red leather strips around the four legs of the horse. She was young and gorgeous. The men fucking her were middle aged executive types with short hair cuts and strong cocks. One man's hard cock was sliding in and out of her pretty red lips while the other was behind her, sliding his manhood deep into her wet pink pussy. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by the hard cock fucking her little mouth.

The aroma of sex was potent and further arousing. My need had become almost painful, but I couldn't get enough. I wanted to roam the stall of every barn then come like a banshee. I had to take care of this need soon; it was all consuming.

I saw more animals and attendants, and then there was another stall. A woman dressed seductively in black leather was punishing the man before her with small whip. His ass was red and his smile was bright.

I began to realize I hadn't really known what to expect. We arrived at my stall. The stall where I would give my boyfriend the best Valentine's Day present ever. 

I thought of how he would likely get as turned on as I was during the walk through the barn. It made me wonder how many people would be escorted by our stall, with the low wood panels, allowing anyone a full view of the contents.

Once in the stall the women spread my arms wide across a steel grate then pulled the steel cuffs down and cinched them tight with a lock. My hands fitted loosely in them and I was quite comfortable. The grate felt cold and unfamiliar on my back, offering a strong contrast for my hot searing pussy. 

I tried to talk to the woman who had said, "Come this way," but her English skills were very limited. I wanted her to know that this wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to surprise my boyfriend so he would bend me over a sawhorse and fuck me to bits. I looked at the women then and stopped talking, realizing that my words were falling on deaf ears.

I still had my clothes on and I hadn't heard any screaming or problems so I told myself not to worry. Everything was going to be okay. The aroma of passion slowly started to fill my senses. There was so much raw sexual need in this place; the air was electric.

Then he was there. This was a beast of a man, 6'6 and strong and stocky. He radiated power and strength. His strong chest and tiny nipples became rock hard as he stood in front of me. My mouth dropped as his pants slid down and he revealed a long cock half hard. I knew at that instant that I wanted this man to fuck me no matter what. That this lust and once in a lifetime opportunity would not be lost.

I hearing started to focus on the sounds from the other stalls. Cries of pure ecstasy and steady pounding sounds filled the air. Flesh on flesh. Passion mixed with passion. I knew I had a boyfriend but my pussy juices released at the sight of this strong man and I was instantly and completely mesmerized.

"Hi, my name is John. I understand your name is Amanda, am I right? You like it rough, don't you babe!"

"Yes," I said timidly, my head bowed. My yes was in reply to my name, not necessarily to liking rough sex. But I was speechless. Raw desire overtook me as I looked at this man.

John looked at me appraisingly. He seemed to be turned on by my submissive stance.

"Hey you sexy cunt, you look perfect for my carnivorous appetite. Do you like getting your tits slapped baby?"

My mouth froze. No words came out.

I think he took my lack of response as a yes by the way her grabbed my tits roughly through my shirt. No one had ever man handled me like that before. I felt strangely turned on by this unexpected pleasure.

Then he looked like sensations were over taking him. His balls visibly tightened, then blood rushed to his expanding cock. I watched his cock grow and felt my pussy juices fill me, making me so wet for him. He saw my face flush and slid two fingers in my wetness, and then he pulled up, hard, just about lifting me off the ground. He was so big, so strong.

Then he looked at me steadily, turned the shears sideways and snipped off all the buttons on my shirt. My shirt fell open. I was a mess. I had one leg in my shorts and my shirt was hanging open. I had never felt more vulnerable. I was mesmerized by the way he commanded my arousal. Then his strong hand made contact with my tits. I felt my tits being slapped back and forth and back and forth. My breath came fast and wild, the mild pain became suddenly very welcome. My nipples became painfully hard and I didn't want him to stop. But then he did.

"I'm going to fuck you now my little princess, you're so fucking hot. You want that don't you?"

He took me completely by surprise. This is not what I expected. I had expected a general run through of the set up, but this was too much. I couldn't.

Lust seared through every vein making me need this man like no other. I knew I shouldn't, that this was wrong, but I knew that I would, and that my body wouldn't accept no as an answer. I was pure animal now. My desires had become raw. My sexy body was needy. I took a deep breath and inhaled the raw sexual power of the barn, animals everywhere, human and otherwise. The sounds of lust spurred me on. It filled my senses giving me sexual power.

"Yes, please fuck me handsome."

The words escaped my mouth before my intelligent mind could make a decision.

John took some shears from the wall and spread my legs with his knee. I trembled. It appeared to excite him even more. He obviously worked outdoors and worked hard for a living. His features were weathered, which only made him more inviting. He was a character with stories to tell. The man before me reeked of adventure. How far would he go? 

His features and bulging muscles were eye candy but the size and sharpness of the tool he was carrying worried me. I felt the cold steel blade inch up my milky white thighs and wondered if he would hurt me. I could stop it all right now, if I wanted to. A lustful hunger started to grow and shook its head at my fears. I needed this. I needed this man inside me.

He took my face in his hands then and his rough chiseled features pressed in a hard line as he commanded my gaze with his piercing brown eyes. Without skipping a beat he worked the knife with one hand while the other ran up and down my long leg. 

My shorts were hanging off one leg and I was trembling. He took his rough hands and pushed them into my pussy forcefully, and then he shoved them in my mouth laughing. He helped me off with my shirt. Then he was back with the sheers. Very slowly he inched them up towards my pussy diverting off to my hips at the last second. The scared look on my face just seemed to make him harder. I stood before him in my nakedness with just a neon pink g string left on. He let out a slow whistle then a final snip and off they came.

"There you go babe, you looked super hot before, but even better with no clothes on. Your tits are gorgeous honey. I'm going to feast on them now." With my arms stretched my tits were being pulled in both directions. The stood out like beacons. My soft mounds of flesh with thimble like nipples were being presented generously for his hungry mouth to devour.

Then his mouth was on them; his tongue circling; his teeth pulling. I felt my first orgasm ripple through me just then. I wanted to hold his head and kiss his soft lips, but I was bound; helpless to his whims and desires, a servant to his lust and I loved it.

John reached over to the stable wall where various sexual objects were on hooks. He took down a black steel rod with a bulbous end. It was ver long and approximately the width of a penis. He came over to me then and shoved it deep into my pussy with a strong intense thrust. He seemed to get off on the twisted expression on my face and my meager cries. Did I want him to fuck me like this, or didn't I? I couldn't decide. Then he started sliding it in and out of my wet pussy with forceful motions.

My shoulders kept making contact with the cold steel behind them as he inserted the cold steel inside me. I wanted this. It felt too good to not let it happen. John continued sliding the steel rod in and out of my soaking wet pussy, and then he started doing it very slow and very deep, watching my head lean back in ecstasy. My orgasm was intense and long lasting. He looked at the end and smiled, then put in my mouth leaving it there. I could taste and smell my pussy juices on it. 

Like a man obsessed, he was devouring my tits again; with expertise; driving me wild. The way he adored my tits made me feel so good. His long tongue surrounded my nipple then he pulled and teased it decadently with his lips. With his other hand he tweaked my other nipple then started twisting it more and more. My mouth tightened on between my lips. A slow ache of need and desire surged through me.

I needed to be fucked by this man. I needed to yield to the temptation before me and allow my senses to be overrun with hot lust. I needed him inside me commanding me with his girth. And then he was. He was inside me. His beautiful hard penetrated my warm wet pussy. His thrusts were aggressive and seared through me. My legs wrapped around him. This was a man that knew what he wanted. 

My big round globes jiggled beautifully with every deep, intense thrust. He reached down and started biting my nipples as his cock ravaged my wet pussy. I felt another orgasm pulse around him in a glittering display of stars and sequence as I rode the wave to completion.

He kept fucking me; the swoosh of our juices audible. He was pounding me into the wall now. I felt the cold medal push into my back causing a mild painful sensation. My reaction to the mild pain surprised me and I felt another orgasm rising. I'd never come like before. Every thing about this experience was raw and natural. His strength was incredible. I squeezed around his hardness. 

My arms were getting sore, but the feeling of him inside my wet pussy was overwhelmingly and all consuming. Suddenly we came together. Our orgasms unified in thrusts of maximum pleasure and enjoyment. We moaned and rode the orgasmic waves with bliss. 

He removed the steel rod from my mouth and stood back admiring me. I knew I must have looked a mess; nevertheless undoubtedly a very satisfied beautiful mess.

I barely knew what had just happened. Why did I let that happen? I felt the soreness between my legs and realized that I just gotten fucked like I had never been fucked before in my life.

John kissed me then, while again massaging my luscious mounds. It was a lustful and appreciate kiss, which I returned eagerly.

When he pulled away, he said exuberantly, "Thank you sweetheart, you just made me a very happy man, you were amazing."

"I enjoyed being with you very much, John," I answered shyly, a satisfied glow surely etched across my face.

He blew me a kiss goodbye and then he was gone.

As if on cue the same women who had cinched up my arms were here again and unhitching me. I shook my arms over and over again to regain my circulation.

They handed me a shirt and jeans and started walking me to the exit. Just before I left one of the two women handed me a $1000 dollar bill. I looked at her dumbfounded, not sure what to think.

As if nothing had happened I started in stunned silence the walk to my car. Another woman was walking slightly ahead of me. She appeared to be walking bull legged, likely from having her legs stretched wide and her cunt fucked. It made me think of a gang bang, and I felt tingles. She turned and smiled sheepishly at me with a knowing glance, as we both opened our car doors.

My boyfriend was waiting for me when I got home. 

"New clothes huh, you went shopping, what else did you buy?"

I looked at him lamely, "Just these." 

It was sometime during the night that I realized that I must have misread the ad somehow. I was the barn girl. I was the sexy object of some guy's fantasy that wanted me to make all his dreams come true and I did, and I loved it.

The second manila tag envelope arrived in the mail a week later. I was just about to give my boyfriend a gold and diamond ring for Valentines and was standing there with it in my hands, when he brought the mail in. At the sight of the envelope I felt at lurch in the pit of my stomach and a flood soaked through my panties in anticipation. I couldn't show him how aroused I was at the sight of the envelope.

My recent adventure came into focus. I opened the envelope slowly, knowing exactly what it was, my mind questioning my choices, my desire fueling my choices. I thought of what the girls were doing in the other stables. Would it always be the same, or should I be open to many different kinds of arousing sexual experiences. I realized that what I had witnessed was just a taste.




Oops



My boyfriend looked at my lingering gaze and asked, "What's that in the mail?"

"Oh, nothing much," I said.



Oops



I got careless and my wife Rhonda found my porn stash. Besides the usual Jenna Jamison DVD's I have a lot of black on white films. For some reason that turns me on. She also went on my computer and figured out how to research the sites I've been visiting. You guessed it black guys fucking white girls. 

Maybe it has to do with my wife telling me that she once dated a black football player in college and how once she got used to his enormous cock it felt good.

Now at nine inches I'm no slouch and most girls have told me I'm the biggest they've ever had. But the image of a huge black cock ramming my wife's tight white pussy intrigues me. The videos that turn me on the most are the ones with women that resemble my wife. Tall, 5ft. 8in. blonde with large fake tits. 34DD. 

I did notice once when we were watching porn on cable that she got extremely turned on when a black guy was banging a white chick. She gave it to me good that night. So it's on her mind too. 

She didn't tell me she'd found my stash till one night when I got home. She met me at the door in a hot mini dress and five inch stilettos that really showed off her muscular legs. It was low cut to reveal her nice cleavage. She started rubbing my cock through my pants. She lead me to the bedroom and pushed me down into a chair she had positioned in the center of the room. She started doing a seductive lap dance. As she danced she started removing my clothes. Pretty soon I was naked with my cock at full attention. 

She was pleased with herself and she let me know it. She went down on me and as she got more and more into it I started pinching her nipples and rubbing my hands through her hair. She pulled back and scolded me saying I thought you couldn't touch the dancers? "Since you've been a bad boy we'll have to take care of you" she said. With that she got up and got some scarfs and some handcuffs from her dresser. 

This was the first time I've seen the stuff. She handcuffed my hands to the chair then my legs were tied to it with the scarfs. 

As I sat there helpless with my giant erection as she went to the TV and turned it on then she hit play. On it was on of my DVDs with a big black guy banging the shit out of a white girl. 

"Look what I found. You like this shit? Do ya?" she demanded. She grabbed my balls and squeezed. "Well?" she barked. "Sometimes" I shouted in pain. "Oh, you like seeing a little white girl being banged by a big black dick, do ya?" 

When I tried to explain she told me to shut up. "Do you like seeing a big black dick in a little white chicks mouth too? Well?" 

I just nodded yes. 

"Well, do you think I didn't notice all these cunts resemble me?" "I guess you'd like to see me fuck and suck and big black cock, wouldn't you?" 

When I didn't answer she grab my dick and squeezed as hard as she could. "Well?" 

"I don't know, maybe, I've thought about you fucking your boyfriend in college before" I finally screamed. 

"Well, we'll see how much you like it, be careful what you ask for." 

With that she left the room. A minute later she returned with a big naked muscular black man. She was pulling him by his big hard cock. It had to be at least eleven inches long with a head that looked like a plum.

I had a knot in my stomach, and my dick was twitching. I was nervous, excited and disoriented all at once. 

She stopped in front of me, looked me right in the eye and said "You can stop this anytime you want just say the word and I'll stop otherwise I'll know you want to see this big black dick fuck your little wife's tight white pussy." She shook the guys dick to emphasize her point. 

I was dazed and confused but strangely turned on. 

She looked me in the eye as she knelt down in front of his cock. As she stared at me she started sucking him off. "We're good?" she asked.

I just nodded yes. Two feet in front of me my beautiful wife was blowing a black stud. As she took more and more of his cock into her mouth he finally spoke. 

"That's it baby take all that nigger dick" 

I recognized his voice. Till this moment I hadn't looked at his face. I looked up to see Shawn, a former co-worker of hers. 

She had told me how some of the girls at worked had fucked him and how big and good he was. 

I'd met him several times at company functions. I remember being strangely turned on watching the two of them dance at a company Christmas party several years ago. If I remember right she fucked the shit out of me that night too. 

He winked at me. "Rhonda tells me you like to see big nigger dicks fucks the shit out of little white sluts." 

I just shrugged. 

By now Rhonda was really going to town on his cock and had him almost completely in her mouth. She was squeezing and pulling on his balls as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. 

"Easy baby, you'll make me shoot my load down your throat." he said.

"I want you to come all over my face and tits, just like in the movies right Jim?" Rhonda said as she released Shawns dick from her mouth and starred right at me. 

"Easy bitch, Jim wants to see that sweet white pussy stretched by a big black cock, don't ya Jim?" With that he picked her up and kissed her. "You taste like nigger dick, let Jim taste what a real cock tastes like." 

With a devilish grin on her face she came closer to me and started kissing me, shoving her tongue deep down my throat. "How do I taste?" He laughed. "White folks are fucking nuts."

Pleased with herself she lead him to the dresser and lifted one leg onto it then bending over and order him to fuck her with his big nigger dick. 

She clearly had this planned out as I was inches away from her pussy and had a perfect view as he penetrated her. 

As he inched his way in she screamed louder and louder, pain or pleasure it was hard to tell. He reached around her and squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. She moaned louder and louder. 

He was buried to his ball's now and they slapped her ass as he pounded her like a cheap whore.

"You like my big nigger dick, don't ya slut? She didn't answer. "I'm talking to you bitch" he said as he slapped her ass. "Say it bitch, say it"

"Oh. God I love your big nigger dick, fuck me with it, harder, harder, yes, yes, oh God yes" she screamed as she stared right at me. 

"You better get used to it cause you'll be fucking it a lot from now on, my friends too. You'll do whatever I say to get more of this nigger cock, won't you bitch?" 

"Oh God yes, just fuck the shit out of me!" She almost begged. She had several orgasms as he fucked her for what seemed like forever. 

He pulled out of her and yanked her over to a chair. He sat down and spun her around facing me. 

"You like this position, don't you Jim? This way you can watch that big black dick stretch the shit of me, right?" She slyly said as she grabbed his cock and guided it into her waiting pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto his cock and as more and more disappeared inside her she again asked if she should keep going. 

"He's loves it bitch" Shawn laughed. "He's gonna wanna watch you fuck all my black friends." With that he grabbed her tits with both hands and rubbed them hard pinching and pulling her nipples. 

As she hit bottom she had a massive orgasm. She pushed herself back into Shawn exposing her violated pussy even more to me. As she worked her way up and down on his shaft I saw how her pussy lips grabbed his cock with each thrust. Sometimes they'd disappeared inside her.

He finally told her he was cumming. 

"Save it for my mouth" she told him. 

He pushed her off and stood up spinning her around as he pushed her to her knees. 

"Suck it bitch" 

She didn't have to be told twice. She ate it up like a baby bird and a giant worm. 

Soon he pulled out and exploded into her waiting mouth, face and tits. When he was done she looked me in the eye as she licked what she could off her face as she rubbed the rest into her skin.

Shawn took his finger and wiped some cum off her tits then stuck it into her mouth. She licked it clean. "You're gonna make a good fuck toy" he laughed. 

She crawled over to me and kissed me pushing some cum into my mouth. 

She continue to kiss me until Shawn pulled her away. "I'm getting soft here babe." 

I couldn't tell, it looked as hard and big as ever to me. 

He pulled her to him by her hair and pushed her head down to his cock. As she went down on him he told me what a good cock sucker she was and how him and his friends at work always lusted after her. How she flaunted her tight ass and big tits. He said they had bets on who would fuck her first. He kept egging her on telling how her life has changed, how he was going to open her to new experiences and how now she's a black cock whore. "Blow your old mans cock for a second, it looks like he needs some relief" he said as he headed towards the bathroom. 

She turned to me and said "You'd like that wouldn't you?' We'll you don't deserve it, yet" She put both hands on my shoulders and leaned down to my cock and just blew on it. "He said blow" She said with a smile. 

As she toyed with me Shawn came up behind her with a jar of Vaseline. 

He shocked her when he rubbed some of it on her ass. She spun around quickly. "Oh no, not there" she said.

From previous experience I know she doesn't do that. 

" Shut up bitch and do as your told, I'm fucking this sweet ass or it's the last time you see my big black dick in your pussy." With that he spun her around and pushed her down with her hands gripping the back of my chair and facing me, eye to eye. 

I looked over her shoulder to see him lube up his dick and her ass. Her face was inches from mine I could barely see his monster cock disappear into her ass but I could see the pain on her face as he inched farther and farther into her. 

She was also screaming like a mad woman. 

"Oops, hadn't planned on this, did you?' I laughed.

With that she hauled off and slapped the shit out of me. It felt kinda good. 

Shawn continued to pump away and finally Rhonda started getting into it. She had several orgasms before Shawn pulled out spun her around and forced her to her knees. 

He started jacking himself off till he shot another monster load into her open mouth and face. 

I guess she didn't like the way I was looking at her cause she got an evil look in her eye. She came over to me grabbed my hard cock and squeezed as she said "You think that's funny? Does it get you hot? Huh, huh. Well do you think this is hot?' With that she stuck her cum soaked tit in my face and ordered me to clean it off. She mushed her tit around smearing cum over my face, but I didn't lick. "Do it!" she yelled as she grabbed my cock again and squeezed harder.

When I screamed she stuck her tit in my mouth. She had me lick her completely clean. 

Shawn just laughed and said something about white people being crazy as he went and took a shower. 

While he was doing that Rhonda was tormenting me. "Wanna feel how stretched my pussy is?" "Did you like the show? Cause I'm gonna fuck him again, and he's friends. I'm a whore for black cock now, isn't that what you like? I might not let you watch again either. I'll just tell you about it, or maybe not. Maybe I'll be spoiled and never fuck you again" As she talked she rubbed her dripping pussy all over my secured hand. 

Shawn came out of the shower and Rhonda ran to him. He pushed her away. "Crazy white bitches, once they get nigger cock they can't get enough. I gotta get home. Can't have the old lady smelling white cunt on me." Shawn grabbed her panties that were laying on the bed saying he needed these to win the bet with the guys on who'd fuck her first. 

With that Rhonda walked him out. 

When she returned she said they had a date for tomorrow night. He was gonna take her to a club and make her strip and fuck who ever he said. "How does that make you feel?' She asked. 

"I couldn't get any hornier than I am right now, I've never seen you look any sexier than when you sucked that big black dick into your mouth. I almost came when he shot his load all over you. Your hotter and sexier than any girl in an one of those videos." I said. 

She looked genuinely touched. "You need to cum, don't you?' 

"God yes!" I said.

"Your gonna see what my pussy tastes like after it's had a big black cock in it first." She said as she straddled the arms of the chair and stuck her freshly fucked pussy in my face. She pushed the back of my head in to her saying "Do it good, if I don't cum you don't cum" 

That's all I needed to here. I went to town on her. 

She had several orgasms before engulfing my cock with her mouth. 

I exploded almost immediately. 

"You really liked tonight didn't you?' she said with cum dripping down her chin.

I just nodded as she lowered her gapping cunt onto my still hard cock. She was so loose I rattled around inside her. But it was a good feeling. She had several more O's before I came again. She untied me and we took a shower together. We fucked several times the next day. 

Our sex life has never been better, she didn't go out the next night but about a month later she whipped out a dvd saying she heard it was good I needed to watch it. 

It was a dvd of Rhonda being a stripper at one of Shawn's friends bachelor party. She stripped, fucked and sucked all eight guys at the party and as a climax they a got in a circle and they covered her in cum.

Shawn has another party planned for her and she said I can go. But that's another story.

THE END 



Oops!



Pure fantasy. My thanks to my editor, Wicked Inside



I stepped off the elevator into the hotel lobby, still not sure where I was going. Due to airline schedules, I had an afternoon and evening to kill in Austin. The evening was no problem, since I was walking distance from Fifth Street, but even Fifth Street is a bit dead during daylight.

I noticed a woman sitting on one of the overstuffed chairs in the lobby. I stopped and studied her. At least as old as I am; dressed to kill, but not like a hooker; and sitting up attentively as if expecting someone. What the heck, I thought, why not practice my approach, even if it looked like a mission impossible.

At this point, I should mention that I have never been a lady-killer. I try, but success seems more like a random event at her discretion than anything I do or don't do. Clueless wouldn't be a bad description. After a motivational seminar, my latest approach was to simply expect that she would say yes, come to my place, and screw my brains out, and act accordingly. It had not yet happened, and would never happen again, but I get ahead of myself.

I dropped into an overstuffed chair next to her and said "Hello! You look like someone I've been waiting all my life to meet!" I know, cool, right?

She gave me a surprised look which dissolved into amusement, and shifted in her chair to lean toward me. She took an exaggerated look at a bejeweled watch on her wrist. "In which case, you're two minutes late!" she announced, still smiling.

"I'll just have to work that much harder to make it up to you." I replied, leaning toward her and doing everything in my power to hide my surprise and appear cool and collected.

"I'll hold you to that!" she said with a smirk.

There was suddenly dead space, and I wracked my brain for something to talk about and keep the conversation going. I'd never gotten this far this quickly before. I don't remember what I finally came up with, but she gave me a brief confused look, then a shrug, then stood up, unconsciously smoothing the front of her short skirt.

"No need to waste time on small talk," she said quietly, "let's just go on up to your room."

Internally, I worked desperately to suppress the shock that statement generated, and to smoothly stand up and offer her my arm, as opposed to bolting. We strode rather briskly across the lobby to the elevators. I was too busy staying cool to question what was happening. Her entire attitude seemed to exude anticipation. The elevator was empty, so once the elevator doors closed, to check and see if what I thought was happening was real, I pulled back gently on her arm. She turned smoothly and her lips met mine. She brushed my lips provocatively as we passed the second floor, and by the time the elevator slowed for the eighth floor, the kiss was deep, passionate, and mutual. It was also a full-body kiss. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and her pubic bone rubbed back and forth against my rising manhood. From that kiss, I assumed for the moment that she was not a professional.

As we turned back to the doors before they opened, her hand brushed the front of my pants and gave my cock a quick squeeze. She did a Mae West imitation: "Are you just happy to see me, or is that a Shillelagh in your pants?"

"Madame, I have never in my life been Irish!" I replied formally, trying to be humorous.

My head was spinning, and I took several deep breaths as we walked down the hall. I, of course, took three tries to get the card-key to work the door. As she walked in, I hurriedly hung the "Privacy" tag and then locked and latched everything I could find on the inside of the door. When I looked back at her, she seemed to have a brief look of disappointment, but when she met my eyes, she smiled and headed for the far side of the bed. I moved, as smoothly as possible in my very excited state, to the near side, and we folded the heavy spread in half, half again, then slid it off onto the floor at the foot. Next, the top sheet and light blanket were folded back, creating a King Size playground for what was coming.

She looked at me with her head tilted. "So, should I just go get comfortable, or would you like a strip tease, or do you prefer to unwrap your gifts yourself?" she asked teasingly. I didn't trust myself to speak, so I just started around the bed toward her, keeping my eyes locked on hers. She met me halfway, and we embraced and kissed again. My hands explored her body, making note of all the clothing fasteners, and then I went to work Before the first kiss broke, I had opened her button-down-the-back blouse (who designs this stuff?), and her rear clasp bra. My hands explored the soft skin of her back. I nuzzled into the crook of her neck, inhaling her perfume, a complex mix of natural and man-made aromas.

For her part, she had my shirt out and pushed up my back. She stepped back a moment to pull it over my head, and then I pulled her blouse and bra down her arms, creating a tangled mass of clothing I tossed onto a nearby chair.

I had a moment of panic. "Do we need protection?" I asked. I think I have a couple condoms somewhere in my suitcase.

"Naw, I'm well protected, and I definitely prefer bareback."

I reached out and pulled her back to me. Her breasts were larger than average, and probably needed that bra most of the time. Now they were pressed against my chest, and the shock of skin-on-skin contact sent a shudder through my system. I pressed another deep kiss as I stroked her sides and the outside of her breasts. She shifted her hips and started working her hands between us, going after my belt. I shifted to help her, then found her arms in my way as I tried to get at the side zipper of her skirt. But we sorted it out.

By the time we broke that kiss, she had my slacks loose and I had her skirt loose. With one hand, she was pushing my pants down while the other reached into my boxers for my now raging manhood. I hadn't been this hard in years; it almost hurt! In the meantime, I was pushing her skirt down as I palmed her very nice, firm ass.

As my slacks and her skirt hit the floor, she turned slightly to open some space between us and look down at her prize. She growled deep in her throat and looked back up at me with a very lustful look. "Nice, beautiful cock!" she growled.

I had filled one hand with a breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and the side of my hand. She growled some more. I squeezed off some Kegels, making my cock jump in her hand, and she growled some more. When I pulled her back for another kiss, I caught her eyes and she was already lost in her own lust. She kissed hard.

When the kiss broke, she pushed me back onto the bed, kicked her skirt aside, bent down and made very quick work of my shoes, slacks, and socks. I was naked, and she was in black sheer panties and black thigh-high nylons. I have no idea when she lost her black heels. She took my manhood, stroking with one hand then the other, moving it around, bent over to study it closely. When she next looked up there was passion and fire in her eyes.

"I want to explore each other properly, but later." she said, breathlessly, as she straddled me with her knees and walked up the bed to my waist. "But right now...."

I started to sit up. She pushed me back down. "If you don't let me get those panties off you, I'll have to rip them off!" I declared. She grinned lecherously, and wiggled her eyebrows.

I slid the backs of my fingers up the inside of her thighs and into the panties. The crotch was wet. I gripped and tugged, and the material gave way, ripping all the way to the elastic band at the top. In a single, well practiced move, she impaled herself on my shaft, letting out a short grunt as her pubic bone hit mine.

She held totally still, her full weight pressing her down on my pubic bone. We both were breathing in short, sharp, breaths. My brain felt like it was on fire, my gut convulsed on its own, and my hips tried to push me further and further into her. I could feel my shaft pulsing. Her eyes were closed, her jaw slack.

Somewhere between two seconds and an eternity later, my body demanded that I move. I started thrusting with strength I didn't know I had, throwing her into the air enough to get some movement around my shaft. Her eyes were open again, blazing with desire as she rode her bucking bronco.

"Yes-s-s-s-s!" she hissed "Oh God Yes-s-s-s-s!" She didn't need to use dirty language, the look on her face was so filled with desire and lust as to be obscene all by itself, and I was responding in kind, I'm sure.

Some of my muscles started complaining loudly. I reached up and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down to me. She quickly straightened out her legs so I could roll us over. As I finished the roll, I ended up with my legs outside and hooked around hers. Holding her legs almost together had the effect of lengthening the vaginal canal and allowing much longer strokes. I came completely out of her and back in every thrust. I intertwined my fingers with hers and held her hands on the bed above her head. My body pressed against her from breasts to thighs. I held her trapped and completely in my control. My thrusts were partly my hips, partly alternately pushing with my legs and arms so that my whole body moved against her, pulling her skin up and down with each thrust. My upward thrusts were stopped only by our two pubic bones meeting.

"Oh!... God!... Oh!... Yes!... Yes!" she cried out and tried to twist or arch her body with each thrust. Her fingers were digging into my hands, but I didn't even notice. As unusual as the position was, it satisfied my need to feel my cock and my whole body moving against and in her. I felt powerful enough to keep going forever.

Her vocalizations were quickly becoming more and more frantic. She seemed to be having mini-orgasms, in the sense that she would convulsively contract her muscles everywhere. I modulated my attack to her responses, but kept relentlessly pushing her.

Suddenly, she forced her hands free and started pushing at the outside of my legs. I shifted to take my weight on my elbows, and shifted each leg in turn to a more conventional position between hers.

She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Her whole body arched to bring her pussy up to meet me, and I shifted to lifting and dropping my hips in the vertical thrust required by her new position. "OhGodYes!" she screamed. "OhGod-Don'tStop-Don'tStop-Don'tStop!" She lifted her head, pressing forehead to my shoulder. I dropped my head to her shoulder, and I think we were both watching as my glistening cock rapidly pumped in and out of her beautiful body. I watched her body tensing more and more with each thrust. She wasn't moving, her taught muscles holding her vagina in perfect alignment with my thrusting penis.

Suddenly her belly spasmed and she threw her head and shoulders back on the bed, throwing her arms out wide where she gripped handfuls of bedding.

"GodYesOhGodYesFuckMeFuckMeFuckMe-e-e-e...." The last trailed off as she went into full orgasm. As hard as I was thrusting, I could still feel her vagina trying to grab and hold my cock. I was so fascinated watching her body and face as she fought to claim all the ecstasy she could that I lost track of my own response. I was simply helping her to climb as high as possible up that peak.

When she finally crested, she collapsed. Well, her legs were still around me and still holding her pussy up and I was still thrusting. Her eyes were just flickering open when I realized that I was way past the point of inevitability. A lustful roar quickly formed deep in my chest and burst forth as I slammed down into her and held perfectly still as my first ejaculation burned its way through my body and cock and burst forth inside her. The sudden heat deep in her belly sent her over the top again. I held myself deep inside her twisting body as the second and third convulsions raced through my body and before I again resumed a frantic thrusting as it was now my turn to grab as much ecstasy as I could take. I was flying!

When at last I was spent, and the orgasmic amnesia started to wear off, I opened an eye to see her grinning at me with half-lidded eyes. Her legs had slid down mine and were now splayed on the bed. I let my shoulders slip to one side, pressing a thigh against her to hold me inside, and lying against her as I caught my breath. She stroked my hair and said quietly "Wow! I sure love your enthusiasm!" I just felt good all over, but hadn't recovered the power of speech yet.

A moment later I consciously shook-off the post-orgasmic lethargy. I did not want to fall asleep! I leaned forward and started to take one of her nipples into my mouth, but she stopped me. "Whoa! Give me a minute to recover! I'm still way too sensitive!" So I just snuggled, my free hand gently massaging her belly. In a moment, she said "I'm sorry, but I've got to break." I leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss, then very slowly pulled out of her. She whimpered slightly as I finally popped out, and then she rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

While she was out, I forced myself out of bed and tucked the sheet back in where she had completely ripped it out. I piled the pillows and had just laid back against them when she returned. She still had on the black nylons, but was twirling the shredded black panties in the air. "Well, I won't need these any more!" she laughed.

"Can I have them?" I asked.

"Your wife won't mind?" She asked teasingly, tossing the panties onto the dresser.

"Oh, I'm sure of that!" I replied. I didn't bother to mention that I wasn't married. It obviously made no difference to her.

She started crawling up the bed sensuously, like a cat in heat, slowly wagging it's tail. She nibbled on inner thighs in passing and then sucked my still limp cock into her mouth. After a delightful moment or two, she released my cock and continued to kiss and lick her way up my body, finally circling one suddenly attentive nipple with the tip of her tongue.

She sat up, resting on my thighs, head cocked, and asked "Ready to go exploring?" Was I ever!

The next hour or so was pure bliss. We caressed, licked, kissed, and whatever, every part of each other's bodies. I learned how she liked her large breasts stimulated, where to lick around her clit for the best response. She found a sensitive spot behind my balls I didn't even know about. My erection came back and stayed.

We moved and responded to each other surprisingly smoothly, with none of the awkwardness that seemed to infiltrate most of my sexual encounters. I was enthusiastic and curious, she was open and encouraging. We laughed, sighed a lot, moaned occasionally, and generally enjoyed just playing. Somewhere along the way, I rolled her nylons off her legs. I liked her better completely nude.

Eventually, the playing involved more and more brief bits of intercourse. I knew it was time to go back to work when I looked up into eyes that were large, deep, pools of raw lust. We still kept it playful. There were all sorts of positions I had seen described but never tried. We would go for a minute or two in one position, then shift smoothly, with only a touch or two for suggestion, to another. Some I suggested, some she did. A few times she stopped me as I started to change position, grabbing an arm or leg and saying something like "Not Yet!" or "I like this one. Don't stop!". She would have a minor (compared to what had transpired earlier) orgasm within a few moments and then we would change. I noticed that her level of arousal kept increasing with each mini-orgasm and not going back down, at least not much. She was slowly climbing a happy mountain.

We were trying a sort of "X" position, twisted ninety degrees, my torso sort of between her legs and hers between mine, when she suddenly grabbed my wrist in a vise-like grip and pulled me against her. Penetration was all the way to the belly-button in this position. She started vigorously grinding her clit against my pubic bone, swirling my sword inside her sheath. She started vocalizing again, incoherently this time, and was completely out of control. I watched, fascinated, as wave after wave of convulsions washed over her. It took her a long time to finish and start coming down. I had been so fascinated watching her that my own response was still under control.

She let go of my wrist, and propped herself up as she tried to catch her breath. Our eyes met, and we both grinned at each other. "OK," she said, when she finally got her breath back "your turn. I want you to cum in me, and I want to watch your face when you do; how would you like it?" From the look in her eyes, she clearly wanted to do for me, and I decided to completely surrender to her request.

We broke, and I scooted up the bed to rest my shoulders on the pile of pillows. She scrambled playfully after me, and quickly impaled herself on my cock, straddling my hips, upright. She settled down deeply with a sort of shimmy motion, taking me deep inside her. I reached out, and pulled her toward me till her hands were on either side of my head. With light touches on her hips I started her lifting and dropping the length of my shaft. I knew I already had a silly grin on my face. I brought my hands up intending to play with her nipples while she moved her body up and down my cock, but before I could achieve that thought my nervous system was overwhelmed by the wonderful sensations she was giving me.

My eyes closed, or rolled into the back of my head, I'm not sure which. My hands waved randomly in air till accidentally touching and then anchoring to her body. My whole existence, attention, consciousness condensed around the sensations coming from my cock. I was floating in a sea of sensation. I was lost in space and time and completely at her mercy.

Slowly, the sensations started swirling, like a slowly forming tornado, causing my body to twitch and twist and thrust. The swirling got stronger and stronger, engulfing me and disorienting me as it dragged me down into the vortex. Suddenly the vortex collapsed on itself and then exploded forth, repeatedly, in brilliant streams of fire. In the far distance, I could hear my own incoherent voice and feel my own gasping breath. 

Slowly, the warmth flowed back around my torn body. I found I could breath again, though my throat was dry and scratchy. The scattered pieces of my consciousness slowly reassembled themselves. Eventually, I could feel the different parts of my body, and I realized she had lain down on me with her arms against my side, enclosing me as I recovered. I stirred and she sat up, and when I opened my eyes she was smiling happily at me.

I was drained. She flopped against the pile of pillows, my fading weapon falling wetly onto my belly, and I turned to lay with my head in her lap. She gently stroked my hair while I continued to recover strength and balance. I was totally at peace.

After a few moments I started a stretch, and needed a trip to the bathroom and something to drink.

"You seemed to enjoy that!" she said happily, obviously satisfied with herself.

"Mmm-hmmm." I replied, favoring her with a big grin. I sat up to get out of bed.

"I'm so glad you and John set this up. It's wonderful!" she continued.

I froze, then made my first major mistake of the day. I looked at her, and she could easily read in my face that I had no idea what she was talking about, and she realized the whole afternoon was some sort of farcical mix-up.

She leaned forward a bit. "You and John didn't set this up?" I reluctantly and barely shook my head 'no'. She leaned forward some more. "Do you even know John?" I shook my head again.

Her eyes were growing bigger. There was panic edging into her voice. "So you're not part of a wife swapping agreement?" she asked, redundantly.




Oops!



"I'm not even married!" I replied plaintively.

She stared blankly at me for another second. "Oh-h-h-h shit!" she exclaimed. She was a sudden flurry of arms and legs and movement as she scrambled out of the large bed and started looking around the room in a panic. "Oh SHIT! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" She took a quick deep breath, then moved to grab her purse and headed for the bathroom. "Please find my clothes!" She left the bathroom door ajar just enough to keep talking to me. "There's a very upset husband somewhere in this hotel who either thinks he has been stood up or that John stiffed him, and I've got to get to them before someone gets killed!"

"I don't think ...." I started.

"Don't be stupid, people have been killed for a lot less!" She was close to full panic. I collected and untangled her clothes, laying them out on the bed in what I hoped was a logical order for putting them on.

She dashed out of the bathroom, looking very sexy in nothing but a new pair of panties. She sat on the bed and started working the nylons, changed her mind and stuffed them in her purse. She bent over to put on her bra. As she stood I held her blouse and she slipped it on, turning her back to me. "Button me, please!" she demanded.

I went to work as quickly as I could, talking to her as I did. "I now know this was a mistake, and I know you're upset, but don't expect me to be sorry it happened. That was the best sex, ... no, the best loving I have ever had in my life! I'm indebted to you. You are an incredible lover. Thank you."

She stopped her panic for a moment and looked at me with a genuine smile. "Yeah. We were good together, weren't we?" She held my eyes for a second. "I don't think I'll forget, either." Then the moment was over and she was slipping on her skirt and slipping into her heels while zipping the skirt and then headed for the door.

"Wait!" I called, scooping up her purse and heading for the door after her. In the process I got a glimpse inside her purse. "A cell-phone? Can't you just call him?"

"Damn, why didn't I think of that!" She took the purse, impatiently waited for the phone to turn on and find service, then started punching buttons while I undid all the security features on the door.

I held the door open for her and she was gone. The hall was otherwise empty, so I stuck my head out to watch her walking briskly to the elevator.

"John, honey? Are you OK?"

....

"SHUT-UP! Are you OK?"

....

"Because I just realized that I spent the afternoon with the wrong guy and there must be a very angry husband wandering the halls!" She was repeatedly stabbing the elevator button.

"Thank God!" She visibly relaxed. "Wait, don't you even START to put this off on me! I asked you over and over but you wouldn't give me a name or a room number or even a description or anything, so when a guy comes up to me right on time showing the right kind of interest, I went with him, just like you told me to do!" In the middle of that tirade she glanced down the hall and saw me watching. I gave her a quick salute, and she gave me a grin and a wink as she disappeared into the elevator.

"John, we'll make it right, but don't ever leave me hanging like this again!" was the last thing I heard as the elevator closed.

I went back into my suddenly empty room. Her torn panties were still on the dresser, and I picked them up and sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating the insane mysteries of what made for outstanding sex.



Oops



It was Friday night and I got home about 20 minutes early, ready to begin the weekend. The house was silent. Jeff, my son, must not be home yet, I thought. I decided to change into something more comfortable. That simple decision set off a chain of events that has forever changed my life.

When I walked in the room I froze in my tracks. Jeff was lying on my bed completely naked. He had one hand wrapped around his long hard cock. His eyes were closed and he was stroking his cock fast. I know I should have walked out of the room, but I was shocked and mesmerized by the scene in front of me. 

It seamed like longer but I was only standing there for about 10 seconds before he moaned and started bucking his hips. His cock was pumping hard and fast causing him to moan louder. Suddenly he said, "Yes, oh my God, your a great fuck. Mmmm, I'm going to cum." His body went rigid and his sperm shot out of his cock onto his chest and stomach. "Uuuhhg, Yesss, Mom, I'm filling your hot cunt with cum," he grunted.

"Oh my," I stammered. Shocked by the realization that I was the subject of his fantasy. 

As soon as I uttered the words his eyes flew open. He turned towards me, a look of horror on his face. It wasn't funny, but I had to struggle to keep from laughing. He was still in the middle of cumming as he tried to cover himself with his hands. Cum was splashing off his hands and going every which way. He jumped up, hands still covering his spurting cock and hesitated. I was standing in the doorway, blocking the only exit to the room. "I'm sorry," he stammered as he quickly headed towards the door. 

I was frozen in place, as I watched him scurry towards me, cum dripping on the floor. He squeezed past me and out the door. I turned and watched his bare ass as he scampered down the hall and into his room. Finally regaining my senses I called out, "It's okay, uhh, umm." My voice trailed off as I realized that I had no idea what to say. 

It was hard being a single mother. His Dad died in a car accident when he was only 5, a long 13 years ago. I sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths, struggling with my feelings. To be honest I had to admit that I was slightly aroused. Seeing a spurting cock had always been a turn-on. Sure, I've had some lovers over the years, but there has been a dry spell lately. I changed and then walked down the hall to the dining room. When I passed his door, I called out, "I'm going to order us some pizza for dinner, do you want any specific kind?"

There was a long pause before I heard a muffled, "Whatever kind you want is fine with me."

I felt bad, he was obviously embarrassed. When the Pizza arrived I called to his room, "The pizza's here, come on out for dinner." My heart sank when he came out of his room. He was looking down at the floor and mumbled another apology before sitting at the table. We ate in awkward silence. No matter how hard I tried to start a conversation he only gave one word responses. His face was still beet red and he couldn't look me in the eye. 

After dinner he headed right back to his room. Needless to say, I was starting to get concerned that he was going to be emotionally scarred. I could just see him on Oprah now, "My mom saw me masturbate and now I'm scarred me for life." I coaxed him out of his room long enough to watch a movie. When the movie ended there was an awkward silence hanging in the room. 

"I'm going to go to bed, goodnight Mom," Jeff said.

"Good night honey," I replied.

Needless to say I starting to get concerned. Just before slipping into bed I decided that I couldn't let things hang the way they were. I slid on a long tee shirt to cover me and knocked on his Jeff's door. "Jeff, can I talk to you for a couple of minutes?"

There was another long pause before he said, "Sure, come on in."

He was already in bed. He had the covers pulled up to his chest and he wasn't wearing a shirt. 'I wonder if he sleeps in the nude.' I pushed that thought out of my mind and sat on the bed. I stroked his hair like I did when he was a child and said, "Jeff, try not to be embarrassed. There really isn't anything to be ashamed of, everyone masturbates."

"I know," he replied. He was looking down at the floor when he added, "But you saw me, uhm, ahh, do it. And uhm, uhm, you saw me naked."

I watched as he slowly looked up. His gaze moved up my legs, then lingered on my breasts. I felt my nipples harden as he stared at my tits. The thin material hid them view, but the shirt was tight enough to make the fact that I was bra-less quite evident. I felt my face flush as I said, "It's really not such a big deal. It really is okay."

I watched his gaze follow my breasts as they swayed when I stood. I turned and walked to the door. I looked back, and noticed that he was staring at my legs. "Good night son, I love you."

"Love you too mom," he replied. I closed the door and went to my room.

The next day didn't show any improvement. He was still sullen and withdrawn. He spent most of the day in his room. That night before turning in, I returned to his room.

"Look Jeff, we are going to have to get past this," I told him. "Like I told you last night, everyone masturbates. As far as seeing you naked, who do you think changed your diapers?"

"That was a long time ago, that's different." 

"I suppose it is different. On the other hand I have seen a penis or two in my lifetime." I replied calmly. I looked at his face only to find that he was staring at my breasts. I looked down at and saw a bulge under the covers. My pussy moistened as I realized that I was feeding his fantasies. I took a deep breath, and placed my hand on his chest. His heart was beating rapidly. 

I started lightly stroking his chest and said, "Masturbating is a part of growing up, everyone does it. I think that the best thing we can do is get this subject out in the open." I took the covers and pulled them down exposing his hard cock. 

"Hey, what are you doing?" he exclaimed. His hands quickly moved to cover his hardening cock.

"I'm just going to show you that it's okay to masturbate. I figure if I help you do it this once, you might be less embarrassed." I looked down and said, "Now move your hands so I can see your penis." He moved his hands and his hard cock came into view. 

"It's a nice big one," I told him, hoping to build his confidence. I took his hand and placed it back on his cock. Then slowly moved it up and down the shaft before letting go of it. "Go ahead and stroke it. Make yourself ejaculate. That's it, keep stroking." He looked into my face and I smiled, "See I told you it was okay." Jeff started stroking faster, his hips moving to meet his strokes. Suddenly he stopped and took his hand off his cock. 

"What's the matter," I asked. 

"I was going to uhm, ahh, umm."

"That's the whole idea isn't it. To ejaculate or as you kids say, cum?" I reached down and took his hard cock in my hand. I started pumping slowly and asked, "How does that feel?" 

All he could do is let out a low moan. He hips started bucking and I started pumping faster. "I want you to cum for me," I told him.

His pace quickened and I stroked his hard shaft faster. "I'm going to cum," he announced. I cupped his balls with my other hand and stroked faster. Suddenly his body went rigid and a deep groan escaped his lips. I felt his balls pulse and his first shot of cum sprang from the tip of his cock. "Uhhg," he grunted as I felt his cock twitch and spurt again. I continued to slowly stroke his shaft, milking it dry.

"See now that wasn't anything to be embarrassed about was it?" I smiled and looked down at his softening cock. Cum was still leaking from the tip and there were several pools on his stomach and chest. "Let me get you a washcloth," I said. He eyed me up and down as I stood, staring at my legs and the sway of my breasts. I was wearing the same long T-shirt as the day before and could feel my hard nipples straining against the thin material. 

I returned with a washcloth, his gaze was fixed on my hard nipples as they pressed against my thin nightshirt. He hadn't moved, his soft spent cock was still exposed. I tossed him the washcloth and said, "Clean yourself up and get some sleep."

He smiled and said, "Thanks Mom, for everything."

I just smiled, winked and said, "Goodnight."

I went back to my room and closed the door. I pulled the shirt over my head and climbed into bed. My hand immediately went to my wet snatch. It was my turn, I thought. I slid a finger into my pussy, lubricating it with my juices. I then started rubbing my swollen clit. All I could do was picture Jeff's cock spurting cum. I pinched a nipple and rubbed my clit faster. I moaned quietly and slid one finger in my pussy while the other continued to rub my clit. "Yesss," I panted as my orgasm hit. After my orgasm subsided, I smiled, rolled over and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. 

The next morning I woke to find that Jeff was his old chipper self again. Bright and cheery as if nothing had ever happened. "Good job," I thought. "Perhaps a little unorthodox, but effective." I went off to work feeling great.

I returned home that evening at my normal time. "Jeff, I'm home," I called out. There was no answer, so I headed to my room to change. 

When I walked into my room I found Jeff. He was lying on my bed naked, with his hand wrapped around his hard cock. He continued his slow stroking as he looked over at me. I didn't know what to say.

Jeff broke the silence, "You said it was okay to do this right?" 

I looked at his swollen cock and said, "Well, uhh, I guess I did, didn't I. Usually people masturbate in private, but I guess it's okay."

He smiled and said, "Would you finish me like last night?"

"No," I replied. "It looks like you've got things all under control." 

I stood in the doorway and watched as his hand flew over his cock. I smiled when I noticed that he was looking at me. His gaze shifted between my breasts and my face. I looked back down at his cock, the tip was glistening with precum. Jeff grunted and his body went rigid as cum spurt from his cock pooling on his chest and stomach. His pace slowed until his cock stopped jerking. He removed his hand from his cock giving me an unobstructed view. I watched his spent cock soften while the remaining cum oozed out. 

"I'll get you a washcloth," I said. "So we can get you cleaned up." I wetted a washcloth with warm water. I walked over and sat on the bed next to him. "What a messy boy you are!" I teased. "Always making a mess for his mom to clean up." We both laughed. I wiped the cum from his chest and stomach, then moved down by his cock. I wiped his cock with the washcloth, then held his cock with my other hand saying, "Wouldn't want it to get dirty again." I wiped the up cum that pooled by it and said, "There you go, clean as a whistle."

"Thanks mom," he said. 

"Now get out of here I need to change." 

"Can I stay and watch?" he asked.

"No, certainly not. Now go get dressed and you can help me get dinner ready."

For the next week it became a nightly ritual. I found that I was becoming more comfortable with it every day. I found myself sitting next to him on the bed stroking the hair on his head as he masturbated. 

Looking back, I'm sure he did it on purpose, but he made it look like an accident. He was stroking his cock with reckless abandon and soon announced that he was about to cum. As the cum spurt from his cock it landed on my skirt. "Oh my," I said and quickly stood up. "This is a dry clean only skirt." 

"Sorry," he said. "It seams to have a mind of it's own."

"Yeah, that seams to be true with most men," I replied. 

I cleaned him up and sent him off to get dressed. 

The next night I found him cock in hand waiting for me to arrive, no surprise there. I walked up to the side of the bed and sat next to him on the bed. His cock was hard and ready but he didn't start stroking. He looked at me and said, "Mom, maybe you should take your dress off so it doesn't get dirty." 

I looked down at him and said in a serious tone, "Do you think it might?"

"You never know what might happen."

I heard something in the back of my mind say "No, don't do it." But what came out of my mouth was, "That's probably a good idea." His eyes grew big as he watched me slip off my dress. His gaze was drawn to my black lacy bra. "There," I said. 

"What about your slip?" he asked. 

"If you think that it's a good idea," I replied. The voice in the back of my mind grew louder, but the slip came off in one quick motion. I stood there in my black bra and skimpy black bikini panties. 'My swimsuit actually shows more skin,' I thought to myself, trying to justify my actions. I felt my pussy start to moisten as he gawked.

"You look awesome, mom," Jeff panted. "But what about your bra? It looks pretty fancy, maybe you should take it off."

The voices were yelling, "Don't do it. You know it's wrong, he's your son." But my body had other plans, my hands moved to the clasp, unhooking it. I shrugged off the straps and my bra fell to the ground. My bare breasts were now on display. My nipples were hard and pointy and the focus of all his attention. 

"Wow," he stammered. "They're incredible." 

I felt my nipples harden even more under his gaze. I just stood there for about 5 minutes letting him stare at my 'B' size breasts, which were the perfect size for my petite frame. Finally, I pointed to his cock and said, "It looks like you need to pay attention to something else."

"But, I'm worried that you might get something on your panties."

The voices were screaming as my hands moved to my panties. "Do you really think I should take them off?" He nodded, but it was the look in his eyes that convinced me. I bent forward slightly, his eyes were drawn to my tits as they fell away from my body. I smiled as I watched his face. He couldn't decide where to look, at my swaying tits or at my pussy that was slowly coming into view. His eyes dropped to my pussy as my panties dropped to my ankles. I walked up to the side of the bed and stood with my feet slightly apart. My bush was neatly trimmed allowing him to see my pussy lips as well.

He was speechless, but the look on his face was worth a thousand words. I have never seen such lust in all my life. I sat next to him on the bed, which provided him with a great close-up view of my hard nipples. He reached up to touch one of my tits, but I intercepted his hand and put it on his hard cock. "Make yourself cum," I instructed. He started slowly pumping his hard shaft as he gazed at my body. His look of utter lust and desire made my pussy even wetter. 

It wasn't long before he was grunting pumping his hard cock like there was no tomorrow. "I'm going to cum," he grunted. I watched as he stiffened and pointed his cock towards me. Cum erupted from his cock landing on my right tit. 

"Hey, watched where you aim that thing," I said. Before he could move it, a second blast landed just below the first, just missing my tit this time. He finished spurting onto his chest and stomach. He just stared at my right tit, watching the cum run down. 

"Sorry," he said. As he ogled my cum covered tit.

I looked down at my breast, looking at the glob of cum. Without thinking I reached over and scooped it up with my fingers. He moaned when I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked off the cum. I had forgotten how much I loved the taste of cum. I scooped up the second glob of cum and also licked my fingers clean. 

"I guess I should get you cleaned up," I said. Instead of leaving the room to get a washcloth, I kneeled next to him on the bed. I leaned down, my breast dangling and started licking the pools of cum off his chest. He moaned lightly as he watched my tongue start to lap up the pools of cum. 

His hand found my tits and this time I didn't object. I moaned as he lightly pinched my hard nipples. 

I worked my way down toward his cock as his hands continued to caress my tits. He moved one hand and I felt it start to rub my pussy. "Mmmm", I moaned as I spread my legs a little further, allowing him better access. I felt a finger slip into my wet pussy and I moaned loader. I was hot as hell and said, "That's it, yes, it feels so good." He started finger fucking me making me moan even louder. 

The only thing left to clean was his cock. I licked the tip and then sucked it's length in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the shaft, to make sure it was completely clean. "Oh my God, That's incredible. Mmmm, yes Mom, suck my cock," Jeff said. I held the base of his cock with one hand and licked the slit to get the last drops of cum. He started to moan loader and I felt his cock start coming back to life. I licked the length of his shaft then sucked his cock back into my mouth. "Yessss, Oh my God," he moaned.

It was hard to concentrate because his finger was still sliding in and out of my pussy. I started humping his hand and he quickened his pace, fingering me faster and faster. I let his cock slip from my lips and panted, "I'm going to cum, don't stop. Please don't stop!" He reached down and rubbed my clit with his other hand and I cried out, "Oh my God, Yessssss, I'm cummmming." My orgasm ripped through me making my whole body shudder.

After catching my breath I sucked his cock back in my mouth. When it was good and hard I wrapped one hand around the base of the shaft and started pumping. I held the tip in my mouth and sucked as he started fucking my mouth. "It feels so good, you're incredible," he told me. 

His finger was still rubbing my pussy and I felt another orgasm approaching. I started humping his hand again while I sucked his cock. As soon as I started humping his hand he started rubbing my clit with his other hand. I groaned, and once again his cock slipped from my mouth. "Yes, ohhh my god, I'm cumming again," I shouted.

I continued pumping his cock while I recovered. As soon as I caught my breath I pushed his hands away and put my leg over him, straddling his cock. I slowly lowered myself and felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I started to have second thoughts thinking, "Oh my God, he's your son, what do you think you're doing?" 

Before I could move I felt his cock thrust upward, sliding into my wet pussy. "Oh my God, you feel incredible," we both moaned simultaneously. All thoughts of stopping were gone, I quickly lowered myself so is cock was completely engulfed. "Oh yess, fuck me, fuck meeee," I cried out.

His hand fondled my tits while I started fucking his cock. He met each of my movements with a thrust of his own. He moaned loudly, "Ohhh Yessss, incredible, Arrrgggh. 

"I'm going to cummm, Oh yesss, I'm going to cum I told him." His thrusting and grunting made it clear that he was ready to explode as well. My orgasm hit and I cried out, "I'm cumming, Oh my God I'm cumming again. 

His cock pounded into me a couple more times before he grunted, "Yes, oh my God, your a great fuck. Mmmm, I'm going to cum." I felt him ram deep and felt his cum splash into my pussy. "Uuuhhg, Yes, Mom, I'm filling your hot cunt with cum," 

"That's it, fill my hot cunt with your cum. Yes, fill your Mom's cunt." I felt spurt after spurt of cum splashing into my cunt. Where did it all come from I wondered? My God it felt like gallons.

I collapsed onto him both of us panting for breath. I gave him a kiss, thrusting my tongue in his mouth. When the kiss broke, I rolled off and slipped his cock back into my mouth. When I had cleaned it of all our juices, I let his limp cock slip free. I looked up at him, he was grinning from ear to ear. "Go on, get out of here and get dressed. It's getting late and I'm starved."

I watched him get up and walk to his room. I just lay there a few minutes basking in the glow of a great fuck.

The next night I drove home with my skirt around my waist, with my panties pulled to the side. This gave me direct access to my pussy and I took full advantage of that fact, cumming twice before I even walked into the house. I knew where he would be waiting and I quickly raced to the bedroom. As soon as I entered I started ripping off my clothes, my blouse skirt, bra, and panties went flying in all directions.




Oops



I jumped on the bed, breasts bouncing and spread my legs wide. "Get over here now!" I ordered. "I need your cock in me right now." He quickly moved between my legs, pausing for only a second to stare at my exposed pussy. Then he moved forward and his cock slipped into me. "Yes," I moaned. "Fuck me hard. Fill me with cum."

He started pumping away, his cock glistening with pussy juice as he slammed his cock into my cunt. He was like an animal, all he could do was grunt, moan, and groan. 

I felt my orgasm approaching and pleaded, "I'm going to cum, don't stop. That's it keep fucking me. Yesss, I'm cummming. The orgasm ripped through me causing my pussy to tighten on his cock. 

Suddenly he cried out, "Oh yes, I'm going to cum." He rammed his cock deep and started filling me with spurt after spurt of cum. When his cock was empty he collapsed onto me panting, "You're incredible."

I smiled as he rolled off onto his side. I bent down, taking his cock in my mouth and sucking it clean. I climbed off the bed and said, "I don't know about you but I'm famished, how about some dinner?" I turned and walked out of the room still completely naked, my tits swaying with every step. I could feel his cum oozing out of my pussy and down my legs as I prepared dinner.

As you can imagine these events have completely changed our lives. Jeff has become the man of the house in all aspects of the word. He's moved into my room and has proven to be an insatiable lover. I can imagine that some of you will look down at me for having sex with my son, but he makes me feel like a queen and I'm going to enjoy the 'ride' while it lasts. 



Oops



Something that occurred to me. Almost entirely fiction, and dedicated to Der Schnitz.



I was in my study, the door closed, doing what I usually do on Monday evenings; namely, I was preparing correspondence with some friends.

I heard the very low, almost imperceptible hum of the garage door opener in action -- anyone not accustomed to the particular sounds of my home would have likely not heard it -- followed a moment later by the sound of the garage entrance slamming shut.

Bev, my wife, is a tall and not altogether graceful woman, given to slamming doors rather than closing them ("like little ladies and gentlemen," my parents and grandparents had instructed, over and over).

Even for her, this sounded like an angry slam.

I wondered at it for a moment; but before I got too far into my ruminations, she flung open my door and bellowed, "You had him served at home!? You bastard!"

I looked at her, perplexed; watched her jaw flex, great furious breaths emerging from her reddened face. I watched her for a moment, and then sat back in my chair.

"I had him served," I repeated calmly.

"You know you did, asshole!" she spat.

"What makes you think I did such a thing?" I asked.

"He called me and read me the riot act, that's how. I'll probably never see him again!" she thundered.

I didn't like where this was going. "Uh, Bev, would you like to tell me what the hell you're ranting about?" I asked calmly, more calmly than I felt.

That infuriated her.

"You had Barry served with Alienation papers, at home, in front of his kids! Couldn't you have waited another couple of weeks?!"

"First," I said, "I don't know a Barry; second, I'm not having anyone served with any papers; and third, what Alienation? As in, 'of Affection?' As in, you're having an affair with this guy?"

She blustered for a moment, seeming a little perplexed; then started up again. "I don't believe you for a minute," she said venomously. "You've known I was fucking him for months!"

I was taken aback, but I managed to keep her off-balance. "I've known for months, or you've been fucking him for months?"

That really crawled up her ass. "We've seen your goddamned investigator. He's about as subtle as a turd in a coffee cup!"

I pulled a small stool in front of my chair, and placed my left foot on it, sitting back a little in my leather office chair. "So you've seen an investigator following you, and you assumed it was someone I hired."

I was speaking slowly and softly, and the wind was beginning to fade in her sails. She sat in the guest chair.

"Aw, come on, Jeff, I'm not stupid. You know you've known for a long time. I was waiting for the right time to break it to you. But honest to God, did you have to do it in front of his kids? I was gonna have to be their step-mother one day, and..."

I cut her off. "Bev," I said, "are you actually telling me you've been fucking a guy named Barry, and he promised to marry you, and you think I hired a PI to trace you, and that I had your lover served?"

She paused, and then nodded. "Yes," she said softly.

"Well," I continued, "I did no such thing. I've noticed your lack of affection for months, and I'll admit I'd wondered about whether you were stepping out. I mean, just once or twice; but no, not my Bev, I couldn't believe that."

Her face began to lose its coloration.

"So it appears to me, and to you if you have any brains, that some other asshole husband has had the temerity to sue the sonofabitch. So, what's his last name? Maybe I'll pile on."

A few tears flowed from her eyes. She shook her head. "No," she mumbled, "I won't help you destroy him."

"Well, get your shit and get out. You aren't staying here anymore," I stated, flatly, coldly.

She did some mental math. "So, you didn't have a PI on us?" she asked in a hopeful voice.

I said, "Nope."

She grinned wickedly, through the tears. "Then you have no proof. Barry won't betray me." She stood to leave.

As she walked through the door, I said, "Bev?"

She stopped and looked back, a smug look fighting for supremacy over sorrow.

"You forgot what night it is," I said, grinning slightly.

Her face became ashen; she turned and left. I heard some banging upstairs, and later some banging on the stairs. I emerged from my study to see her lugging two suitcases to the garage entrance.

"You and your fucking friends," she snapped; and with that, she exited the room, the garage, and my life.

The sound of the garage door opener closing was music to my ears.

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My uncle David was not blind, but sufficiently visually impaired he needed large-print books; and later, when they were insufficiently largely printed to help him, I began to read to him. Later, my parents bought me a tape recorder, an old open-reel job, and I spent hours reading books on tape before there was such a thing.

My labor of love became a hobby, and at age sixteen, a job; a local radio station heard about me, and hired me to read news on the weekends.

I had a soft spot for the blind, and had friends in that community; I had the walls of my study carpeted, to kill the echo (like they used to do in small radio stations), and Monday evenings I spent writing, and recording, letters to my non-seeing friends which I then recorded and posted on my blog.

And poor Bev had forgotten that.

I got her whole tirade, including her confession, on a digital recording.

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For what it's worth, I actually did have her lover served that night. I had photos and audio and other incriminating bits. And yes, my PI had put two operatives on them; one who was supposed to act like Barney Fife, and then one they wouldn't notice.

So to summarize:

I got rid of the cheating bitch;

I got a settlement from the cheating asshole;

I got a settlement from his employer (he was banging my missus during business hours);

and 

I got a great story to tell my friends.

Life, she can be so sweet when she wants to. 



Oops!



This was submitted for entry into the Marxist Story Competition No. 3 held on the General Bulletin Board.

That's why it is a short story as the rules stated we had to write less than 1500 words ('though I've added a few more for this version) and include various key words in the story-line.

For some reason the competition never started and so here's my contribution…

Marxist if you're reading this I hope everything's OK with you.

ppman

"Where the fuck are we?" asked Boo-Ya in that morose whine of his as he lay prostrate behind me.

"I don't know. Quit asking fucking stupid questions."

It had been his idea in the first place but now we had actually started to tunnel under the wall, he was getting on my nerves.

We knew that Pandora was available tonight. She had managed to slip a note to me using one of the Reform School guards who owed her a favour. But that's Pandora for you, always collecting favours. On the outside we had been a sort of item. Well as close to an item as a serial arsonist, who spent most of his time in custody and a hot, nymphomaniac could be.

That we both liked sex couldn't be denied and when I wasn't available I had no problem with her spreading it about a bit with other men. To tell you the truth it turned me on. Boo-Ya's tunnel idea had come from our mutual and understandable desire to escape back into the real world and we had been working on it for over two months now but Pandora's note had forced the escape date to be brought forward.

There was nothing she wouldn't do in bed. Her sex drive and inventiveness was amazing and it had kept us together for quite a while. So when she sent the note saying she wanted to have a group session with me and a few others, going into precise detail of what she wanted, what could a guy do? I know I couldn't have lasted another month in that place if she was going to send me notes like that all the time.

She didn't know about our escape plans of course. She thought she was just sexing me up a bit so that I could have something to read whilst I practice my five finger exercises. Little did she know.

I shone the torch onto the tape I held in my left hand.

"OK Boo-Ya, time to go up." I could almost feel his toothsome grin.

The tunnel wasn't a long one. This wasn't wartime Germany. It was only 10 feet long, starting on our side by a rubbish tip which disguised it well enough from the eyes of our warders and carefully calculated to break into the open again just 5 feet on the other side of the wall. It was only called a tunnel because of the section that went under the wall. The rest of the time it was just a very deep ditch.

It took another hour to get out into the cold darkness of night, but because we were now on the other side the air smelled different somehow almost ethereal. A quick whisper down the tunnel and the other three quickly joined us to sprint to the small clump of trees growing nearby. Nobody saw us. It wasn't that sort of place. All the warders were probably grabbing a few beers in what they laughingly called their club before turning in for the night.

We hid for a moment behind some bushes to check we hadn't been followed but I became worried about one of the other's mohawk hair style, you know the one that leaves the scalp bear except for this strip of rigid hair running down the centre. Well his was fairly long and just might be seen poking over the bush if one of the guards suddenly became conscientious and shone a light in our direction.

So off we went to Pandora's house.

She lived in a small apartment with her kid sister, which they moved into when I was sentenced to serve my time up here. As Pandora said one place is as good as any other and she may as well be near me for the duration.

Finding the place was easy enough and getting in was simple. But knowing which bedroom was hers posed a problem. I wanted to surprise her and pretend it was a gang rape. She loved kinky sex games like that. So I opened one door and hit lucky straight away. The flashlight showed me her favourite teddy bear, the one I'd got from the shooting gallery a couple of years ago and I went in motioning the others to follow.

We hesitated a few minutes letting our eyes adjust to the darkness then, as one, we went over to the bed.

Stripping her down, blindfolding and gagging her was a piece of cake. She struggled a bit, but nothing too serious and as she was my girl I had first option. I moved my fingers down to her vagina and began a rapid stroking and probing movement. I knew she liked that and, sure enough her cunt juices soon began to flow. Two of the other guys pulled her legs apart and another two held her wrists above her head, pinning her to the covers. By then I was hot, and stripping off my pants, I stood between her open thighs and slid my rock hard penis into her quivering body.

Jeez but it was beautiful.

She bucked and rocked a bit but as the rhythm caught up with her she began pushing back against my thrusts. Soon I felt her vaginal muscles clamping around my cock and soft moaning noises coming from her mouth. I began spurting thick wads of sperm deep into her womb. She shuddered and then lay back. But not for long. As I withdrew I was almost pushed out of the way by Boo-Ya who rammed his prick home violently and began fucking Pandora with the energy of a steam engine. She groaned and managed to wrench her left leg free, which she immediately wrapped around his naked body. The noise level was rising now, but we were still fairly quiet. One of the others ripped the gag away from her mouth and pushed his cock between her lips. I could tell by the slapping of his balls on her chin and the soft retching sounds she made that he was enthusiastically deep-throating her. By now she was freed from the restraining hands and allowed to move around as she wanted.

And move she did. With one cock in her throat and one up her cunt she writhed and squirmed against the double penetration. She gagged when the cock in her mouth exploded down her throat, as her cunt was once again flooded from the second vaginal fuck. For a moment I heard her gasping to catch her breath, and the rustling of the sheets as her body twisted and turned in orgasm. Then she was occupied once again.

Boy did we have fun. My olfactory nerves were filled with the smell of sex. Pandora was sweating quite a bit by now and was beginning to take charge. Another quick fuck up her cunt and she slowly got onto her hands and knees to raise her arse high into the air. The invitation was obvious. And once again it was me that took first place. I put my hand up her cunt and let the spunk pouring from it cover my fingers. I then slid them easily into her rectum. Oiling her up for a good bout of buggery. She pushed back, already sucking on someone else's cock, and my fingers slid in up to the knuckles.

I couldn't wait any longer and placing my prick against her anus pushed steadily forward allowing the length of it to slide effortlessly through her sphincter ring and deep into her rectum.

She went wild. Wilder than I had ever known her go. We'd done this before, of course, many times, but this time she acted like it was her first. Bucking and squirming against my thrusting belly she worked me up to such a pitch that I couldn't hold on any longer. I began cumming hard. Pandora dropped the prick in her mouth and, lifting her face to the ceiling, howled out her orgasmic pleasure. Even as the cock, bobbing in front of her spurted it's load over her face until she was wearing a white sticky mask, which slowly dissolved into wide streams of cum to drop, in long tacky strings, from her chin onto her wildly swinging breasts. She flopped onto her back, gasping for breath. The room was suddenly flooded with light.

"What the fuck's going on here?" asked a still sleepy Pandora, blinking in the light at the six of us in a state of sexual abandonment.

I've always been known as a sharp sort of guy who could sum up a situation in the blink of an eye.

I looked at Pandora. Then I looked down at her eighteen-year-old sister on the bed with her eyes shut in a swoon of sexual exhaustion and a big satisfied smile on her usually lethargic face.

Wrong room, wrong girl. It didn't take more than a nano-second to figure. Like sister like sister…

I looked at Pandora's rapidly changing expression from bewilderment to rage and did what any man would do.

I pushed roughly past her and fled back to the Detention Centre as fast as I could. The soft padding of bare feet on the ground followed in my wake as the others did their best to catch up.

I'm back now, safe and sound and figure, what the hell, by the time I leave this place Pandora will have forgiven me. And now there's going to be two nymphomaniacs waiting for my release. I didn't need a calculator to work that one out.

Life isn't all bad.



Oops!



Oops!

It was always crazy at their place. What with their mother being a raving drunk and the rest of the family and hangers-on needing very little excuse to party. With that, coupled with the whole family being very similar in looks, I guess it was bound to happen one day.

We had made the annual pilgrimage to my mother's place about 2 thousand miles away, and the weather had slowly turned from the freezing winters of our home to the tropical north of Australia. The weather and the fishing were two of the few reasons I subjected myself to those people each year. How my wife came from this lot I'll never know. Unlike the rest of her family, she was actually very intelligent, didn't do drugs and rarely drank. 

This year was different though. They were all celebrating the fact that the father of my wife and her three sisters had finally left. He was an abusive drunk who regularly beat his wife and daughters. My wife left home when she was just fifteen and moved to the other end of the country to get away from him, and that's where I met her. Not a day goes by that I'm not grateful she did. I truly love my wife and only in my wildest fantasies have I ever dreamt of fucking another woman. 

It was the same old scene, all the same people rolling drunk. All the same people picking fights. Only two things were different that night. My wife decided to drink instead of looking after her younger sisters who were also drinking, and I decided not to play bouncer and get in between all the fights.

Around midnight the youngest sister, Amanda, who was fourteen at the time, informed me she was going to spend the rest of the night at her friend's house. This was a great relief to me as I always worried about the younger sisters at these 'parties'.

Carly, the eighteen-year-old sister was really throwing back the vodkas and generally having a good time; at least she wasn't picking a fight with someone for a change. She was a feisty one, and if she were in a fiery mood she'd take a swing at you just for looking at her the wrong way. She was really sweet natured when she was sober, a lot like my wife, but get a few drinks into her and watch out. The only reason I could come up with for her good mood tonight was the same one they were all celebrating. 

Belinda, the sixteen-year-old sister, was so drunk by this stage that she had crashed on a deck chair by the pool and was snoring so loudly you could hear her over the music and general noise of the party.

My wife was also getting pretty smashed. I think she was mostly happy that something had gone right for her family for a change and I knew she was relieved for her sisters. She'd given up on her mother years ago when she came to the realization that her mother didn't even care for herself, so how would she ever care for her kids? As the night wore on I decided the best place for me was out near the pool. I could keep an eye on the sixteen year old and make sure she didn't fall in the pool or fall prey to some of the scumbags that were hanging around. Because the pool was around a corner, there weren't as many people there and it was a bit quieter too.

After about an hour of sitting and staring at the water and downing about half a dozen beers, I was starting to drift into sleep when someone sat very heavily on the other end of the deck chair. This woke me with such a start that I dropped my beer and nearly fell off the chair. Carly, the 18-year-old was sitting on the end of the chair laughing so hard at my reaction she had tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Yeah! Yeah! Very fuckin' funny, smart ass! It's a good thing I'm not little, or I think I would've ended up in the pool or over the fence."

At this she just laughed even harder. When she calmed down a little I said to her, "You're a lot happier tonight than I've seen you in a long time."

"You would be too if you'd had to live with that asshole. I'm so glad he finally did the right thing and got out of our lives. Apparently he's shacked up with some bird up the coast somewhere. She can have him."

She looked at me with a very serious look on her face then smiled. She stood up, shook her head as if trying to clear some cobwebs, then laughed.

"But that's way too serious a conversation for tonight."

Still laughing, she turned around, still fully clothed and jumped straight into the pool. 

Now I happened to know that the water in the pool was freezing as I'd already dipped my feet earlier. When she surfaced she sucked in a deep breath and yelled.

"Holy shit, that's fuckin' cold!"

"I could have told you that, but you didn't ask."

I laughed as she climbed out of the pool, shivering and dripping wet.

"Could you grab a towel for me?"

"I guess so."

I walked over to the cupboard where they kept the towels and grabbed one out, and as I turned around I was greeted with an incredible sight. There she was, standing at the other end of the pool, soaking wet with her clothes clinging to her body. 

There were several spotlights on in the pool area and one of them lit her up as if she was on stage. The combination of the warm light and her body heat produced steam off her hair and shoulders that glowed through the other lights behind her. 

Now I know the water was cold but you should have seen what it did to her body. Her white shirt was like cling wrap. Her stomach was all tensed up from the cold showing her very tight abs and her nipples stood out like a brickies' thumbs. This was hard to look at without getting a raging hard-on. 

I handed her the towel and she wrapped it around herself just as my wife walked around the corner. My wife just laughed at her sister and called her a dick head. She slurred that she was tired and going to bed, then turned back and staggered inside. I asked Carly where I was sleeping, as we hadn't organized a room when we first got there.

"Oh you two can have my queen sized and I'll sleep in the single in the spare room," she answered.

She followed my wife and staggered into the house, presumably in search of some dry clothes. I sat back down and tried to get my cock to settle down from the sight of my sister in see-through clothes. Eventually I fell asleep. I woke up several hours later with a crick in my neck and a hard cock in my pants. Obviously I had been dreaming about my sister-in-law.

I decided to go do something about it and went in search of my wife. Sure enough, there she was in her silk nightie, lying on her side in her sister's queen bed. I stripped off my clothes and slipped in behind her and cuddled up to her back. She seemed to stiffen when she felt me throw my arm over her and her ass clenched as I lined up my cock between her cheeks. She mustn't have been expecting me to come to bed tonight; besides, she was always a bit tense when we were there.

After a few moments I felt her relax a bit, and I thought of how I could make her relax even more. I moved my hand from her arm down her body to her back and started to massage her back in small circles. Gradually the circles got bigger until I was massaging her bum cheeks as well. Now I know that my wife loves having her bum played with and she is very turned on by any friction there. I was slowly lifting her nightie and massaging her bare ass and the tops of her thighs. 

As I was doing this I was gradually working my way towards her pussy with my fingertips as I was rubbing my cock slowly against her ass. She pushed her bum back against my cock and it slipped in between her smooth round cheeks. I started to slide my cock up and down between her cheeks with the head of my knob just pushing against her ass hole. We both love doing this as I just love her cute butt, and the sensation as my cock head rubs against her ass hole is fantastic. She loves the friction on her butt.

Just as I started to rub my cock head against her ass hole I also slipped a finger straight into her very wet pussy. I think she must have been having naughty dreams too. I slipped a second finger into her pussy and used my thumb to rub her clit. The second I touched her clit she clenched her bum cheeks so tight that it changed the direction of my cock's upward stroke and I nearly shoved it straight into her ass. 

She just moaned and I thought, I could either fuck her now or come all over her ass. I thought about how I'd love to see her ass coated in my cum and the decision was made. I really started to work on her pussy with my fingers and she was starting to squirm and buck her hips. That was about all I could stand, and as she started to reach her orgasm she kept clenching and relaxing her butt in time with the strokes of my hand and cock. 

I couldn't hold on any longer and started squirting my hot cum between her ass cheeks. Some of it squirted up her back but most of it stayed on her ass then began to dribble across one cheek and down to the mattress. I lay there, staring at this wondrous sight for about twenty minutes before I drifted off to sleep. The last thought to go through my head before I fell into a deep sleep was, "I don't remember my wife having a freckle on her bum."

I woke in the morning to the sound of Belinda walking through the back door. Realizing I had nothing on and the door was wide open, I pulled my wife's nightie down over her ass and jumped out of bed to put some pants on. I walked out of the bedroom and decided that I'd go have a shower and start breakfast for those who were feeling up to it.

I had a nice long hot shower and as I got out, my wife was climbing in. She'd stripped off as she entered the bathroom but I didn't even look at her clothes on the floor. As I walked out of the bathroom there was my sister, Carly looking mightily hung over and wearing my wife's nightie.

My jaw nearly hit the floor. She looked at me.

"Are you going to make breakfast?" she asked.

I couldn't utter a sound. As she turned around to walk off she said, "I'm going to get dressed. Why does this nightie keep sticking to my ass?"



Oops!



Mistake #1

Helen walked into her house and stood just inside the front door. She could hear some distressingly familiar sounds coming from her daughter's room. Suddenly incensed, she crept down the hall to her own room and retrieved her Smith and Wesson .357 magnum. Then she walked down the hall to her daughter's room and kicked open the door. As she suspected, some jerk she had never seen before was fucking her daughter's eyeballs out.

"Get your cock out of my daughter and your ass out of my house!!" Helen screamed.

The kid looked at the pistol, jumped up and into his pants and shoes and sprinted out the door leaving his boxers, socks and shirt.

"You bitch!" Tina screeched. "What the hell gives you the right to tell me what I can and cannot do? I'm 18 now. Get off my back."

"It is my house, you miserable little slut! You are turning it into the town whorehouse. You have become the county sperm bucket! This shit has got to stop!"

"I don't have to take this, you dried up old maid."

"If you want to stay in this house, you've got to stop being a whore, get a job and change your entire act."

Tina started throwing clothes into a back pack.

"I'm outa here, you bitch. I've had more than enough!"

Tina started for the door. 

She yelled back at her mother, "Don't wait for a sobbing midnight phone call. I'll never see you or talk to you again!"

"Good riddance," yelled Helen, "You can't come back. You are dead to me. So long, slut."

And with that, she slammed the door. She didn't shed a tear. Tina had been nothing but trouble since junior high when she discovered boys. Helen was not going to miss the monthly trips to the police station, the paying of bail or the discovery of yet another indiscretion on Tina's part. She really hoped she would never see Tina again. She poured herself a double and sat down to enjoy it.

Mistake #2

Tina hitched rides to Los Angeles. She didn't have bus fare. The rides cost her 2 blow jobs and 3 fucks but she didn't care. She had been on the streets of Los Angeles for 2 weeks surviving on hooking. She didn't particularly like strange cocks invading her body, but she wasn't totally against it either.

She was strolling up Wilshire one night about midnight. A big Lincoln limo pulled up beside her and stopped. Another trick, she thought.

A guy about 6'5" got out of the passenger side.

"Are you looking for work, young lady?" he asked.

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, we are looking for extras in a movie we're casting. Since you could obviously use some help and since you are quite beautiful, we have decided to offer you a chance at one of the parts."

You could have knocked Tina over with a feather. Her big chance to escape the streets was right in front of her. She had dreamed of being a movie star for as long as she could remember.

"OK, I'm ready to do this." She stated excitedly.

It never occurred to her to wonder why a movie was being cast at midnight. She knew nothing of the film industry. The fact that she was always given to snap judgments pushed her over the top. She got into the limo.

The back seat of the limo was completely blacked out. She had no idea where it was headed. When the door opened again, she was at the foot of a ramp leading into a 747 at Los Angeles International Airport.

"Hey, I thought they were casting in Hollywood!" she exclaimed.

"No, we're flying to Las Vegas for the interview and the shoot," The big guy told her.

"Oh, OK," she replied.

She skipped happily up the ramp and into the airplane. All the seats in the airplane looked like first class lounges. Odd. Then she noticed that all the passengers were girls, pretty and about her age.

"What is going on here?" she asked.

"Just have a seat, miss. We're taking off soon," came the reply.

Tina found a seat and sat down. She noticed that there were no windows in this airplane. She was starting to get nervous, as were several of the other girls. 

"I have changed my mind. I want to get off now!!" she commanded.

Another big guy appeared from nowhere.

"Sit back down miss," he ordered.

"No way. This is the United States! You can't force me to go anywhere!" she yelled at him.

She never saw the backhanded blow coming. It knocked her back into her seat. Steel handcuffs hidden in the arm rests gripped her wrists. She was trapped!! She woke up 10 minutes later. The big guy was still there. She started thrashing around and screaming. A big hand clamped down on her mouth.

"Shut up and sit still or I'll be forced to knock your dumb ass out again," he stated mildly.

Tina stopped wiggling and yelling. She didn't want anymore of what this guy had to offer. She could tell from the sounds and motions that they were already in the air. She could do nothing about her situation yet. She was a bad, unruly girl with no sense of discipline, but she wasn't stupid. She knew that she would have a chance to escape eventually.

Mistake #3

After hours and hours in the air, the big jet touched down. Tina had no idea where they were, but she knew it wasn't Las Vegas. It had taken over 10 hours to get here. The jet taxied into the terminal area and stopped. The doors were opened.

"All of you stand up and get ready to deplane," came the command over the intercom.

The girls filed out, down the ramp and across the tarmac. They were facing a large building with "PWW ADMINISTRATION" written in large letters across the front. 

The doors swung open and a loudspeaker told them to get inside. Inside they found a small auditorium with theater seats. 

"Sit down!" the order came over the speakers.

All the girls sat. 30 minutes later, a door at the side of the stage opened and another giant man walked out to the podium.

"You must pay careful attention to what you are about to hear. Your survival depends on how well you understand these things and how you follow instructions," he announced.

He left the stage and another 30 minutes went by. A man easily as large as the rest came to the stage center.

"Pay close attention to what I'm going to tell you," he ordered. "The first thing you should know is where you are. I am here to tell you that it doesn't matter where you are. You are on an island in the Pacific. You will never learn where it is. The important thing is that the closest island to us is 560 miles away. The surf here is rough and is patrolled by sharks. These sharks have developed a taste for girl-flesh. You'll find out why later."

"Now, as to your situation. You are all here for 2 reasons. One, you are all beautiful. That is a job requirement. Two, you are all unattached and untraceable. We did our homework while you were airborne, so we know a lot about each of you. "

"You will undergo multilevel training here. You will pass or die. There is no third option."

If you do not speak English or if you think your language skills are not strong, get up now and go through the red door."

About 20 of the girls filed out through the red door.

"The rest of you will undergo a brief boot camp where you will learn to obey simple commands. The penalties for failure are harsh. Do not test the instructor's patience. You do not get a second chance. Now, leave your belongings here. If you have any dope, leave that here too. There will be no exceptions. If you are addicted, you will just have to suffer through it. We are not a rehab clinic. File out through the blue door. Welcome to PWW," he said as he left.

The blue door swung open and the girls started to file out. They went down a long hall and through a door that said,"Quartermaster." Inside, they found several more huge guys issuing clothing. They guys said nothing. After they received their clothes, A guy appeared and told them to follow him. They exited the quartermaster room and went across and open field and into a large gymnasium. There were storage baskets to one side and a bunch of shower heads on the other side.

"Put your new issue clothes in the baskets and take your clothes off," came the order from the speakers." NOW!"

The clothes started to hit the floor and soon all the girls were standing around in bras and panties.

"All off them! Get nude now!" came the order.

Panties and bras followed the outer garments. Soon all the girls were nude.

"Go shower now. Be sure to wash thoroughly. There will be a cleanliness inspection and you must pass it."

As the girls walked across the gym, several large men picked up all their clothes and dumped them into one container.

"Hey," yelled Tina, "That's my stuff!"

One of the guys walked across the gym and slapped her butt hard. It stung. She yelped.

"Keep your mouth shut. You were not told to talk. You don't have any 'stuff' any more. Everything you have, including yourself belongs to the company," he said quietly.

"Bullshit!" yelled Tina, "you can't get away with this crap. I have rights. I'm 18. I'm an adult."

The guy looked at her with sad eyes and knocked her flat. When she woke up, she was spread eagled on a table. Her hands, feet and head were strapped down. She couldn't move. Slowly she started to remember how she got into this mess.

"OK, you win! I'll be good," she begged

A bold, low voice from the darkness said, "Too late. You have to learn to start learning. You will now undergo some instruction."

2 clips were attached to her nipples and a rod of some kind was thrust up her ass. Then the electricity came on. Tina writhed and shook. She came, but it wasn't like the other times. This hurt! The electric charge increased as she became more and more uncomfortable.

Mistake #4

Finally exhausted, she passed out. The electricity was turned off. Eventually, she came to.

"Have you decided to cooperate with your trainers?" a faceless voice inquired. "If you don't we have some more interesting things to do for you."

"Fuck you! I'm not giving up to a bunch of assholes like you. I'd rather die!"

"Gee, that's too bad. Now you have to meet Franky." And the voice was gone.

An hour later, the dungeon door swung open and the first short man she had seen on this odyssey waddled through the door. He stood in front of Tina and grinned. 

"What are you smiling at, you hideous little dwarf?" she spat at him.

"Relax," he croaked, "You're mine for as long as I need you."

He stripped off his shirt, revealing and unbelievable array of muscles. Then he dropped his pants. He wasn't wearing boxers, so the biggest cock she had ever seen came flopping out and pointed at her.

"Christ!" she swore, "What is that thing?"

It was at least a foot long and five inches across. Bigger than your average horse.

"You don't plan on putting that thing in my pussy, do you?" Tina asked with a wild look in her eyes.

"Your pussy too," said Franky, "but first you have other holes that need exploring."

"It won't fit," she cried.

"Sure it will. It'll just take a while to work it in. It'll be better for you if you relax. I don't care if you do are not. It's up to you. Personally, I like to make it painful."

Franky pushed a button on his remote control and 4 chains came down from the rafters. He chained her arms and then released her cuffs. He pushed another button and she was hoisted off the table. He flipped her over so she was lying on her stomach still spread eagled. He lowered her back to the table.

"What the hell are you doing?" she shouted.

"You'll know in a couple of minutes," Franky replied.

Franky grabbed a big dollop of Vaseline and swabbed her ass with it.

"Oh, no!" she protested.

"It was your choice, not mine!" Franky exclaimed.

He jumped up on the table behind her and rammed his cock all the way into her. She screamed and screamed, but Franky just started stroking and didn't pay any attention to her. Franky fucked her ass for 20 minutes. He started to shake and shudder. She was still screaming and crying.

"Oof!" grunted Franky as he shot a giant load of cum into her.

He kept his cock in her. It didn't seem to get any smaller. He started stroking again. She screamed some more. 

Another 20 minutes went by with Franky steadily fucking her now sore ass.

Once again, he issued an, "Oof" and shot another huge load of cum up her ass.

He jumped off her and hoisted her up again. He rolled her back over and pinned her to the table, belly up.

"Damn, that was fun, huh, bitch?" He said.

She was till shaking from the ass-fucking she had received. Franky jumped up on the table and sat on her tits. He jammed his cock into her mouth.

"Clean it up, bitch and then suck it hard," he ordered.

She considered biting him, but thinking over her past few experiences, decided to forgo that item. Franky stroked in and out of her mouth, occasionally sticking his dick all the way down her throat. A short time later, Franky started to quiver. He shot another load of juice down her throat directly into her stomach. Her jaw was sore and she knew she would not be able to talk for a while.

"Don't spill a drop, you slut," Franky warned.

He slid down her body and jammed his cock into her pussy. It felt like someone had stuck a whole bologna up her twat. She wriggled like a worm on a hook. It didn't turn her on at all, so she was dry. Franky didn't care. He just kept on fucking her. Soon his breathing got very ragged and his strokes became erratic. He shot load number 4 deep into her cunt. Then he pulled his dick out of her.

"Learn anything, whore?" He asked. "Are we finished?" he asked looking at the microphone in the rafters.

"Give her another hour's worth Franky," Came the faceless answer.

"You are a lucky little cunt," Franky opined as he stuffed his prick into her pussy again.

Franky rode her hard for the remaining hour coming 4 times. By the time he finished, she was completely screwed our and totally sore. Franky released her bonds.

"You go back to the gym right now!" he ordered.

Tina could just barely waddle out of the dungeon and over to the gym.

"I see your extra training is over. You have fallen behind the rest of the class. We will give you the instructions you will require to complete this course. You will listen and learn or you'll get some more instruction from Franky, and this time it won't be so pleasant!" Came the voice from the speakers.

Tina meekly took a seat. She looked contrite.

"Could I get some medical assistance sir?" She inquired.

"Later. Right now you must catch up to your class. The reason you are here is to be trained to satisfy men. This training will include all known sexual acts and positions. You will become an expert in each one. If you pass, you will be sold into a life of luxury with one of our clients. If you fail, you will be sold to a whorehouse in central Asia or Africa. Defiance of the training rules will get you death, as we won't waste time on untrainables. Do you understand?"

Tina gets wise

"Yes sir I understand," promised Tina.

"There are numerous guards on this island. All of them are men and all of them are large. Pay attention to their orders. Failure to comply immediately with an order will result in immediate punishment. We will now escort you to the lagoon to witness the final solution to a problem. The girl you will see went down the same path as you. She failed to learn. Now she must pay. Go with the guard."

Tina followed the guard out of the gym and down to the lagoon. They got in a boat with another girl who was struggling and cursing. Franky was there as well as 2 other girls. The boat pulled out of the lagoon and across the reef past the surf. Franky knocked the wild girl down. He tied her legs backwards underneath her back. He tied her arms behind her. She came to still writhing and cursing. Franky plunged his cock into her cunt. She screamed. Franky came in her. She screamed again. Franky jerked his dick out of her and plunged a knife into her twat. Blood started flowing freely. Franky held her ass over the side of the boat. Soon the blood attracted 6 or 7 tiger sharks. They circled the boat. Franky dropped the bleeding girl into the water. The sharks closed in and devoured the girl.

"Final lesson for you sluts," Franky proclaimed.

Suddenly, as if by magic, Tina's attitude changed. She knew that to fight these people was fatal. Tina was a slut and a whore but she wasn't stupid. She promised herself that she would learn all they had to offer. Franky looked at her and knew she had had an epiphany.

"I see you cunts are ready to learn," he remarked dejectedly, "That means no pussy for me until the next batch."

The girls were taken back to the gym. They dressed. Then they were marched off to the chow hall where they got a small meal. They all wolfed it down quickly, not knowing when the next would come.

Back at the gym, another instructor was addressing the rest of the class, "Your first lessons will be in military discipline. You will be in 'boot' camp for one month until you can follow orders without question. You will learn to clean you sleeping spaces. You will learn to march. 15% of you will flunk this phase and be sold to the whorehouses. I suggest you do as you are told."

The girls were marched to military style barracks and assigned bunks. It was late in the day. They had been undergoing primary training all day. They knew the real training would start tomorrow. 

"Get your clothes off!" the loudspeaker said, "Trainees sleep nude! Do it now." 

There were 112 girls left in the class. In less than 1 minute all of them were naked and trembling.

"Our barracks guards get to sleep with 2 of you every night. Don't fight it unless you want the meet Franky," the voice ordered.

"Who the hell is Franky?" the girl in the bunk next to Tina asked.

"You don't want to know. If your turn comes, just fuck the guard and be quiet. Franky is a bad nightmare," Tina replied.

The barrack fell silent. The lights went out. Through the moonlight that filtered through the windows Tina could see 2 nude guards moving through the barracks. "God, don't let it be me," she prayed silently. Her pussy and asshole were still recovering from Franky's lesson.

Soon the guards selected their bedmates. They jumped in bed with them and immediately started fucking them. The girls moaned but didn't struggle or say a word. In 30 minutes or so the guards got up and went to their quarters. One of them returned at about 2:00 AM and selectively fucked another girl. Tina, remembering the shark incident, knew that when her turn came she would have to accept this treatment and at least pretend to like it.

The next morning they were marched to the chow hall and then to the gym. An instructor soon appeared and addressed the class, "You will now start your training. You will first learn military discipline. You will exercise daily. You will be taught to cook, select clothing for men and women, learn how to act in all social situations, and how to speak. You will study male and female anatomy. You will be given an extensive sexual education where you will learn fellatio, cunnilingus, intercourse, anal sex and masturbation. This course will take at least a year. 60% of you will pass. The other 40% will be sold to some rather unsavory whorehouses, worldwide. After my lecture is over, you will be given the opportunity to ask questions. This will be the last time you will ask questions. Be polite. Be ladylike. When you have finished this course, you will be worth a lot of money. Right now, you are worth nothing. Any questions?"

Tina had no questions. She had already figured out where her place was. Several of the other girls asked a few questions but most were meaningless. The lecture was over. The training started.

Two weeks later Tina's pussy felt a lot better. She got really horny and volunteered to sleep with a guard. This action earned her extra credit with the guards because Tina was one fine piece of ass. 




Oops!



The months of training dragged on. As promised, the stupid and unwilling were shipped of to whorehouses around the world. They didn't know where they were going and none of the other girls did, either. Tina certainly didn't care. She studied hard. She was especially good in the sex education class. Her heart and soul went into that class because she knew that this would be her salvation. She got to fuck a variety of men. She became an expert at blow jobs. She could jack a man off and have him coming in 2 minutes. She learned to love anal sex. She learned to fake orgasms, although this seldom actually happened with her.

She was sad, in a way, thinking back over all the years she had wasted being a slut and arguing with her mother. She even had brief twinges of wanting to see her again. She knew she never would. She was becoming a well trained, high priced whore.

Tina had been on the island 18 months. Most of the girls who had been in her class had been sold to various clients or whorehouses. She was starting to think that she might be doomed to a short life of slavery in a whorehouse. Whores don't usually last long. Disease or abusive clients take a heavy toll.

She was sitting on the barracks steps watching the sunset when the chief instructor walked up to her and announced, "Get your shit together, you're leaving!"

"Oh god, is it a whorehouse?" she whined.

"No," he replied, "I don't know how you did it, considering your shaky start, but you have been sold to a really posh client in Germany."

Tina leaped into the barracks and shoved her few belongings into a duffle bag. 30 minutes later, she was on an airplane. Once again, all the seats were first class, but this time there were windows. 5 other girls were on the plane. Service was first class too, with gourmet meals and expensive wines. "Boy," she thought, "she could get used to this!"

The flight droned on. Afternoon turned into night, then, night turned into day. She had taken a long nap. When she woke up she looked out the window and saw that the sea had given way to lush forest.

The airplane landed at a small airstrip just outside a big city. When she got off the plane, she was met by a chauffeured limo. It was driven by another mammoth man. He scooped up her bag, chucked it into the limo and without a word, sped off. They drove for about 45 minutes. Suddenly, the limo turned off the road and went into a gated driveway. The driveway was almost ½ mile long. 

At the end of the driveway was a huge mansion. It looked like a castle. Her bag barely had time to hit the tarmac when a valet appeared and scooped it up. She was escorted into a large foyer. A maid approached her and said,"Welcome to Briarwood, Elise."

"There must be some mistake, said Tina, my name is Tina."

"Not any more," replied the maid. Herr Herman likes Elise. That is who you are now. Follow me, please."

'Elise' briefly considered trying to escape. There were no bars on the windows and no guards. Curiosity had the better of her so she stayed. 2 weeks later she was sitting on her second floor balcony when a large helicopter approached and landed on the front lawn. 4 men got out and walked to the house. 

An hour later a butler appeared. "Herr Herman will see you now, follow me"

She was led to a part of the castle she had never seen. A pair of giant oak doors swung open and she was escorted inside.

"So, you are my new acquisition! Not bad. Do you have any clothing?" he asked.

"Just what I brought from the island," she answered.

Herman addressed the butler. "Throw all those clothes away. She will have to make a shopping trip."

"Now, Elise, I will tell you the rules for living in my houses. First, when you are in your assigned quarters, you will be nude at all times. Second, you will be taught the German language. You must master it. Third, when I require your presence, you will immediately come to me whether it is in the next room or half way around the world. Do you have any questions/"

"No, sir," was the reply.

Herman continued, "I will now tell you about my houses and what you will be doing here. There are no guards here except my personal body guards. Escape is futile. I am happy to see that you did not attempt it in my absence as I would never have gotten to meet you. I have well over a million dollars invested in you so far. I hate to waste money, but I will do it if I am unhappy. Your job here is to do whatever I tell you to do and with whomever I tell you to do it. You will not refuse. There is a possibility that you can be upgraded in rank in my houses, but for right now, you are a prostitute. You will be sleeping with me tonight and I plan to see if my investment has potential"

He addressed the butler once more, "Get her on a plane to Paris in the morning. Send our buyer with her. She must have decent clothes."

"Yes, sir," replied the butler.

The butler then escorted her back to her quarters. As soon as she entered, she took off all her clothes. The island people had trained her to follow orders and she always did so to the letter.

An hour later Herman swept into her apartments. He seemed pleased that she was naked. He walked over to her and felt her generous tits. He rubbed her nipples. He grabbed her crotch and stuck his finger in her pussy. It was already wet. He was pleased. He took her to her bed, laid her down and spread her legs. She had a really pretty pussy. Herman sighed. Then, without a word, he dropped his pants and his boxers. He kissed the inside of her legs all the way up to her pussy. He tried to stuff her whole cunt into his mouth. His tongue tickled her clit. He slid up her body a rammed his cock into her twat. Herman had about 8". It was just right for Elise. He started stroking into her as she started to moan and wriggle. His breath grew shorter and more ragged. His strokes became erratic. She knew Herman was about to come so she performed one of those little tricks she had been taught on the island and held his climax off for a good 10 minutes. Then, her pussy clamped down on Herman's cock and he started to come. She was coming too. Herman's eyes rolled back in his head and he shot his final wad into her.

"You are one great piece off ass," said Herman. He jerked his dick out of her, put on his pants and started out of the apartment. Borrow a nightgown from one of the staff and come to my bedroom at 9:00 tonight," he said and then he was gone.

Elise was happy. She knew she had found her niche in life. She was gonna be the best little whore in Germany!



OOPS!



My boss Carl tipped his head back and laughed when I told him that I was just between women and hornier than a three peckered Billy goat in the Spring.

Which is what I was. I had been completely used to three times a week with my wife Kathy, but Kathy was long gone.

Along with the house, a major chunk of my assets, and about everything else that was laying around loose.

I had it coming, I suppose. Let's face it, when the wife comes home and finds her best friend naked and on top of the supposedly faithful husband it can be tough on relationships.

Of course, Kathy was supposed to be gone until Saturday, off bowling in Nationals with her Mother. If she had stayed with the plan all would have been fine, her friend Sarah and I had had a thing going for a couple of years and no one seemed to be even close to finding out.

I don't even know why I had strayed, except that Sarah was dark skinned, slender and hot as hell. Her own hubby was one of those corporate types that spent more time gone somewhere than he did at home.

We had been at a party, Sarah looked at me and I looked at her and we both knew, it was only a few days later that I ended up at her house one afternoon.

It was a regular thing after that. Kathy and I still bounced the bed three times each week, I am one of those guys that is lucky in that I seem to be always able to get things up and going.

Sarah and I managed to get together a bit less regular but still it was once a week or so. I liked the fact that Sarah was fully waxed, plus she had spectacular lips that were made for licking. Where Kathy would lay back and move her hips in a steady motion, Sarah was wilder and pounded away, letting out little squeaks and chirps. She also loved to be up on top and in control, which is exactly where she was when Kathy walked in the door saying, "Honey! I am ho......."

I was right in the middle of an orgasm, Sarah was also, her head tipped back and her mouth open.

Probably quite a sight.

Like I said, I had it coming. No amount of "I'm sorry" or "It won't happen again!" was going to fix that.

All because her Mom sprained her damned wrist.

My job was solid though, Carl paid fairly well so I managed to handle the rent in my little one bedroom apartment. Kathy got the three bedroom ranch house, I got the house payments.

The truth? I missed fucking Kathy way more than I did Sarah, after the hair pulling Kathy gave Sarah, that was the end of that, too. Of course Sarah was stark naked which is a bit of a disadvantage.

So my nice regular sex life became what I could find when I could find it, which as every guy out there knows, means it's irregular as hell.

Sure, women like to fuck as much as men do, but normally they seem to want the guy to fuck just them, plus they are always looking around for stuff.

Anyway, Carl must have noticed my mind was somewhere else, he point blank asked me what was up. That's when I told him I was hornier than a three peckered Billy Goat.

"Hey, I know someone that can take care of you." He said, laughing. Carl and I got pretty close over the years, as it turns out he knew all about Sarah and me way before Kathy caught us. Carl was smart, he stayed single and now coming up on 40 it looked like he planned on staying that way.

He also got laid a lot, I am sure. Probably that huge Mercedes he drove helped with that, I wasn't doing all that well with my Geo Metro.

"Yea? Who?" I asked him.

"Her name is Lee, tall and slender, she takes care of our clients from time to time, stuff like that."

"Oh. Well, I doubt I can afford....."

"Naw, don't worry about that part, I put it down as outside labor and write it off anyway."

We both cracked up at that.

"I will have her waiting down at Red's tonight at 8 if you want, she is easy to spot. On the tall side, long dark hair, she usually wears a long black evening gown. Damn good, you will like her." He grinned at me.

What the hell. I could use a roll in the hay, so I agreed. I knew where Red's was, it was a nice little bar downtown and I had been there many times hunting. It was mostly a couples place, not very many singles so I knew she would be easy to find.

I was showered and shaved when I walked into Red's a full half hour early. I paused at the door, letting my eyes adjust to the dark room. I spotted Jeanie behind the bar. I had hit on her every way I knew and got nowhere, she wore a perpetual low cut blouse that showed of her big set of tits nicely, all I ever got was a peek now and then when she bent down to get something from under the bar.

I had spent a lot of time waiting for the next peek, her top would fall open exposing one tit all the way to her nipple. She knew that, too, it was good for tips.

I spotted her seconds later, she was already there. Tall, slender, long dark hair. Dark blouse with a lighter skirt but I dismissed that.

I walked over and sat down next to her, Jeanie brought me a Bourbon and left.

"Hi, is your name Lee?" I asked, looking over at her. High cheekbones, the blouse was open to level with the middle of her chest. I saw the flash of several diamonds in the light from behind the bar.

"Why, yes it is. How did you know?"

"Carl told me."

"Carl?" She hesitated. "Oh, Carl. Right." She still looked slightly puzzled but flashed a big smile. Then she took a sip of her drink, I picked up mine and noticed she glanced over her shoulder at a well dressed man sitting in a booth about 20 feet away.

I looked that way in time to see him look at me, then back to her and nod.

That was odd as hell, I thought. Maybe her pimp or something?

"OK. Well, what's your name?" She gave me that dazzling smile again.

"Dan. So are you ready to go?" I took another sip of my drink.

"Wow, you are quick, aren't you? Where do you want to go?" Lee still had that amazing smile on her face.

"My apartment, it's just two miles from here."

She looked me up and down, never losing the smile.

"OK. But just for an hour or two, then bring me back here, OK?"

"OK." I got up, she slid off her stool, then stopped.

"Just a sec, be right back." She walked over to the man sitting in the booth, said something. I saw him nod, then she came back to me.

I showed her to my car, she slid into the passenger seat. At my apartment, I wasted no time. I reached out and took her in my arms, she stood there with that silly grin on her face. I got the blouse off of her, she unclipped her necklace and slipped it into her purse, her smallish bare breasts looked wonderful in the dim light in my living room.

She reached out and helped me off with my shirt, then stepped back and slithered out of her skirt. She had on a garter belt and nylons, nothing else. There was a dark mass of pubic hair, I dropped to my knees and nuzzled her as she held the back of my head. 

Finally I tripped the snaps, slid her nylons off, then undid the harness around her waist. I had only seen those in photos before, Lee was the first woman I had ever seen in person wearing those.

She was finally completely and gloriously naked, I undid my pants and stepped out of them. She instantly reached down to fondle me.

"Oh, good, you are already hard!" She smiled. I led her into my bedroom, turned on the lamp. She went and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking me up and down, still with that same smile on her face.

I sat down beside her, we spent a very long time exploring each other. Then I pushed her back, she lay back with no resistance, opened her legs to give me access. I looked at her closely, in the brighter light of my room I realized that she was older than I expected, at least ten years older than my own 32.

By that time, I didn't care, her body was beautiful. I buried my face in her pubic hair, she smelled so sweet and clean I couldn't resist.

"Oh, God I needed this!" Lee cried out as I slipped inside her with no effort at all. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, I struggled to keep from coming instantly, then fell into a rhythm.

My first orgasm was mind blowing, her vagina was very tight and she had amazing muscle control, I could feel her clamp down with each back thrust and then flow open as I pressed.

We slid apart, her hand came down to fondle me and I very quickly managed to recover. This time I had her on her knees and elbows as I jammed my rock hard six inch penis into her from behind. My balls made a steady slapping sound in time with her grunts. She was seconds ahead of me, I felt her body open to accept me as I shot off even deeper into her.

We lay intertwined for several minutes, then she sat up.

"May I use your shower?" She asked.

"Sure!" I told her, enjoying the view as she got up naked and went into my bathroom. She was back in just a couple of minutes, drying herself off with one of my towels. Then she used the damp towel to wipe me down. I went in and took a quick shower anyway, we both dressed afterwards.

I sat there and watched her reattach her nylons, delighting in the look as she stood up facing me with a smile wearing nothing else.

"Thank you for such a nice time, Dan. Jimmy has wanted me to do this for ages." She reached for her blouse and skirt.

"Jimmie?" I thought. I wondered what the hell she meant by that but I didn't ask.

We went out to my car and drove back down to Red's. Inside, we went to the bar, I ordered us some drinks. She sipped hers for a few minutes, quietly. I didn't know what to say, either.

Just then the man from before came in, she spotted him and gave a small wave. She got up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, picked up her drink and went over to him.

Another customer, I thought. I finished my drink, then went home and slept the sleep of the dead, dreaming of her fine body and the way she had felt as I had slammed myself into her.

That was fun, and just what I needed. I woke up raring to go.

I was already at my office working when Carl got there.

"So what happened last night?" Carl asked me.

"It was one hell of a good time, thank you." I grinned at him. He looked puzzled.

"Lee called this morning. She said to tell you she was sorry that she was late, but you should have waited."

"Late? But......"

OOPS! 



Oops!!



It was 9:30 at night, and Sarah was dead tired after a long day at work. She looked forward to going home, and breaking open a bottle of Chablis and enjoying a nice, hot soak in the tub before bed.

As she sat in an empty subway car, she sipped a bottle of water she bought at the kiosk. The air conditioning in the subway car was out, and it was a warm, 90 degree evening. Perspiration beaded on her forehead, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. Suddenly, the lights went out and the train jerked to a halt. "Oh, for Christ's sake!" she thought, taking a long pull of her cold water, "Just what I need, a fucking blackout!" Even in the late evening, the heat was oppressive, and because the train was no longer moving, no fresh air came through the vents, either. "Thank God for the water!" she muttered to herself. She took one more slug and put it in her bag, trying to ration it in case the power was going to be out for a while.

Luckily, the lights came back on, and the train started to move after only 10 minutes, and Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. She only had two more stops to go, and the chilled wine would be hers...all hers! She finished the bottle of water with a contented sigh, letting the cool liquid trickle down her throat.

Her stop was next, and she stood up to get off the train. "Oh, God," she thought, "I gotta pee!" She steeled herself for the 15 minute walk from the station to her apartment, while damning gravity for making the urine weigh so much in her bladder. She got off the train, and began walking. After a minute, she started to feel better, and relaxed a bit. "I'm gonna make it!" she thought. Unfortunately, her bladder had different plans entirely. Almost as soon as she relaxed her PC muscles, a small trickle of pee seeped from her urethra and moistened the gusset of her cotton panties. She stopped dead in her tracks, exclaiming, "Oh, SHIT!" An old woman sitting on her balcony shook her head disapprovingly. "I can make it!" Sarah told herself firmly, "I HAVE to make it!" She took another step, and more pee came out, further wetting her panties. Sarah was humiliated. Here she was, minutes away from her house, and she was pissing her panties like a baby! She took a deep breath, and started walking faster to her house. She breathed a sigh of relief as no more pee came. She was feeling more and more confident with each step.

A sharp pain wracked her pelvis, as her bladder protested mightily. "I can see my house," she said to herself, "Home stretch." Another spasm wracked her bladder, and a squirt of piss shot out of her, soaking her panties and ran down her legs, soaking her pantyhose. "No!" she thought despairingly, as her will dissolved. Seeing nobody around, and trying at this point to just save her skirt from an expensive trip to the dry cleaners, she hiked up her skirt. Before she could get her panties off and squat though, the floodgates opened, and the pee surged forth in a powerful wave. Warmth enveloped her vagina as her panties filled with pee, sending golden rivulets down her legs, and into her shoes. Sarah squealed and spread her legs wider trying to keep any more pee from soaking her shoes. She still had some dignity left, you know! The piss came and came, and Sarah was shocked and somewhat disgusted by the tingling which enveloped her clit. "What the fuck?!?" Sarah thought, "I'm pissing myself, and I'm getting HORNY?"

The flow finally stopped, and Sarah gasped at the small lake she had created in the middle of the sidewalk. Looking around in panic, suddenly realizing that she was standing in the middle of the sidewalk with her skirt hiked up, she ran quickly to her house, and slammed the door behind her when she got in. Sarah kicked off her sodden shoes, and looked at herself in the mirror next to the door. Sweat matted her fine red curls to her forehead, sweat stains were evident in the armpits of her blouse, and her gray skirt was hiked up over her hips. Her panties and hose were a different story. They were completely soaked, so much so that Sarah was able to see her red pubic curls through her panties. She peeled off her panties and hose. As the wet cotton released itself from her hot pussy, she gasped as a shudder of intense pleasure ripped through her body. Unable to control herself, Sarah moved her hand to her wet pussy, seeking her clit. She began rubbing her clit fervently, gasping as pleasure enveloped her. Her other hand opened her blouse, and moved under her 36B bra to stroke her breasts as she rubbed her clitoris. Her breathing came in ragged gasps as an intense orgasm ripped through her body, causing her knees to buckle a bit.

Once she recovered, Sarah finished removing her wet clothes, tossed them in a heap in the corner, (She really didn't care anymore!) and went to the kitchen. She opened the bottle of wine from the fridge, grabbed a glass, and headed to the bathroom to have her bath. She ran the bath hot, the way she likes it, and slipped inside the water. She drank the wine while contemplating what just happened to her. Sure, she'd heard of golden showers, and the whole urine and desperation fetish, but thought that was just a fetish held by freaks. Was she a freak? She didn't think so. Maybe it was the 3rd glass of wine, but as she thought about her pissing herself, she found herself getting horny again! She went to grab more wine, but realized she had emptied the whole bottle! "That would explain the light head!" she giggled to herself. She stood up to empty the tub, and a familiar sensation hit her. She had to pee again!

She decided to abandon herself this time to her newly discovered joy. She lay down in the now empty tub, and started to rub her clit slowly. As she did, she also began to let herself pee. The sensation was electric, like nothing she'd ever felt before. On an impulse, she stopped peeing, and brought the hand that had been rubbing her clit to her mouth, and tasted the pee dripping from her fingers. It was salty, but not altogether unpleasant. She moved herself so her bum was touching the end of the bathtub, with her legs riding up the wall. Feeling alive, feeling dirty, but so GOOD, Sarah spread her legs as far as she could. She then opened the delicate labia wide, and began to pee again. The pee trickled down her abdomen at first. Sarah pushed, and a golden arc of piss shot from her pussy and sprinkled down over her firm breasts. Sarah pushed harder, and got what she wanted...a stream shot out and hit her face, and entered her mouth. She swallowed the delicious golden offering, and began rubbing her clit madly while pushing what was left of her pee out. Soon Sarah was moaning in ecstasy, her body glistening with her fragrant nectar. She came hard, and her body shook, but she wanted MORE. She looked over and grabbed the empty wine bottle, and pushed it into her well lubricated pussy. She cried out, the feelings so intense, and began fucking herself with the bottle with reckless abandon. "Oh, FUCK!!!!" she cried out, as an intense orgasm ripped through her. She removed the bottle from herself with a wet sucking sound, and lay there, breathing heavily.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the bathroom door. "Sarah, are you ok?!?"

"Oh shit," Sarah thought. "How will I EVER explain this to my roommate?" 



Oops Again?



"Please Master" she begged "Please Master, girl promises she'll be good, she won't ever play again. Please Master."

The girl knelt before Him, weeping, tear stained face as she told Him about her slip, her faux pas, her loss of control. she sobbed as she begged forgiveness. This was the third time this week that she had lost control and played with His pussy. He was not happy, she could read His face clearly. He sat quiet, while she crawled on the floor, knelt, and confessed, but she could see the disappointment in His face, she could see the hair on His neck rise with His anger. He did not anger easily, but this would push Him over His limit. she knew her punishment would be severe, it would be long lasting. she also knew that the punishment would not be given out in anger. she would have her solitude to think about it while He calmed and decided on her punishment. 

He rose from the chair and walked around her, try as she may, a gasp escaped her throat and she felt fresh tears roll down her cheeks. 

"pet, you will crawl to your corner and remain kneeling there until I come to get you. I am much to upset and disappointed to even talk to you at this point."

she remained in her corner for an hour, her knees and back were getting so tired, but there was no way she was going to slouch. she feared most of all that He would release her, she had such a difficult time learning to control her desires, and she knew how much she disappointed Him. she so hated that. she could feel that the sun was going down, the temperature in the room was dropping and she was beginning to get cold. she could hear Him working on His motorcycle in the garage, something that He loved to do and it was calming for Him. she was glad that He was the type not to react in anger although this waiting was sometimes worse than the actual punishment. 

It was dark in the room now, the sun completely set, she could hear Him come back into the house, and went into the washroom to clean up. she listened keenly to the footsteps, following His movement about the house. 

He came and sat in His chair and called to her in a calm, low tone, "pet, come here."

she turned and lowered herself to her hands, and crawled over to Him, moving close in between His knees. she knelt and put her hands behind her head. The tears that had dried, returned, quietly, rolling down her cheeks. she looked up and waited for Him to speak.

"pet, I am so disappointed with you, and your lack of control. you know Who owns that pussy, for Who's pleasure it is, yet you continue to use it, and pleasure yourself with it. I feel the consequences are going to have to be much more extreme for you to learn control. First of all, you will continue to shower in the morning, and shave My pussy, but, while I am not at home, You are forbidden to lay on the bed. For the next seven days, you will place two pins on My lips, adding two more each day so that by the 7th day, you will have 14 pins on. You will leave them on for 15 minutes each day, kneeling in your corner, no pillow. Immediately after your consequence, you will get dressed and call Me at work. Given that you are to be in the shower at 8 you will only be permitted 10 minutes in the shower, you should be calling me by 8:30. If you are late, I'm only to assume the worse and your punishment will be doubled at night. Do you understand all that pet?"

"Yes Master"

"As for your punishment tonight, and for the next week, it will be one hour of corporal punishment. Right now, you will crawl and get My flogger so W/we can get started. You will know by the end of this week, Who's pussy that is, and You will be too sore to even touch it, let alone play with it. Now, off you go, bring back My flogger."

"Yes Master"

she crawled up the stairs, feeling somewhat better knowing what her punishment was, yet, not looking forward to the week ahead. Plus T/they were going to be entertaining some of T/their friends on the weekend. she's sure she would have a difficult time sitting, or moving very easily. she crawled into His bedroom and found His flogger in the closet. she brought it back to Him, in her mouth, as it wasn't such a good idea dragging it on the floor. she crawled up to Him handing it to Him with her mouth, keeping both hands on the floor.

she backed up to give Him room to get up.

He rose from the chair, attached her leash to her collar and pulled her along behind Him. Bringing her along into the adjoining room, where there was furniture suitable for punishment. 

"Get up on the ottoman pet, on your back."

she did as she was told, on her back, her knees pulled up and legs spread apart. He tied her wrists to her ankles and then fastened them to the legs of the ottoman. He hooked her leash to the other leg of the ottoman. Before He started, He came around to her and kissed her tenderly.

"I love you pet, I have confidence that you will win the battle of control, and you will be strong."

she couldn't control her tears as she replied "girl loves You too Master."

He pressed the flogger to her lips and she kissed it. He came around to His pussy and began it's punishment, she counting out each stroke. Slowly He started, gradually working up to harder strokes, faster, then slowing down again. 25 strokes she took, His pussy looking quite punished, but He wasn't finished with her. He untied her, and pulled her to her knees again leading her upstairs.

He had her kneel in the middle of the room, as He prepared the ring on the wall with the cuffs. 

"pet, go get My paddle."

"Yes Master"

she obediently crawled to the closet and retrieved His paddle. Using her mouth again, she handed Him the paddle. 

"pet, go get the ball gag."

"Yes Master"

she crawled back again, coming back with the red ball in her mouth. He took that from her as well.

"pet, go get your wrist cuffs."

"Yes Master."

Quickly she crawled and got her cuffs. When she came back this time, there was a bench set up in front of the ring on the wall. He patted the bench. she looked at Him and smiled, rose to her feet and laid on her stomach across the bench. He fastened the cuffs on her wrists and then hooked them to the chain that He had fastened to the ring. The bench made her rise up on her toes, and the chain was just long enough, slightly pulling at her arms. she was fully extended, with ass up in the air. Next He tied her ankles to the base of the bench holding her tight against the bench. she wasn't moving anywhere.

she could feel her pussy swell. she thought to herself, her punishment for playing, for being horny all the time, and here it was, making her even more aroused than ever. she so hoped that He would touch her, to use her. she squirmed making Him laugh at her. 

"pet, are you, horny? excited? aroused?" He laughed out loud not able to contain His pleasure in all this.

she nodded.

He slapped her ass a couple times, making her jump. Then went to pick up His paddle. Brought it around for her to kiss. Slowly, trailing His finger over her skin, lightly, tickling, making her giggle, laugh, squirm. Without warning came the first blow of the paddle, hard, severe, square across both cheeks. she cried out, louder than she has ever remembered crying.

"Oh yes, forgot something." He said, laughingly.

Pressing His body against hers, He reached in front and tied the gag in place. she felt it pull, wedged between her teeth, the leather strap pulling on the corners of her mouth. Again, as He rose up, His fingers trailed lightly along her spine making her squirm and then WHACK! another across both cheeks. That one even harder. He rubbed her ass, pulling at it, sliding His finger down the crack, making her squirm again. He stepped back and began to punish her ass. Over and over, alternating between hard and soft strokes, from one cheek to the other. she could feel the heat rising in her ass, and the tears started again. she bit down on the gag as it got stronger. Every once in awhile He would stop to rub her, to check her hands, to kiss her cheek. 

He took a break, she could hear Him sitting in His chair. The break only lasted a moment, she felt the crop tapping at her ass. Then a set of punishing strokes, on one cheek than the other. Up on her toes she danced as she felt it kissing her skin. The bite, she was sure her entire buttocks was numb, yet she could feel it bite here and there. It was growing so hot in the room. her ass burning, she's sure it was glowing. Even His touch, made her jump.

He stopped, kissed each cheek, then went to the closet and came out with something buzzing. He laughed, deep from the belly. she took a deep breath as she felt the cold, moving against her hot skin. He pushed the vibrator into His pussy, shoving it all the way in and turning it on high. Without warning came the plug. Thankfully He did lube it, in one swift motion, pushed it all the way in. she thought she would swallow the gag. Then He tied her rope thong in place. He set the clock for fifteen minutes and put it in front of her. He checked her hands one more time, gave her a final swat on the ass and pulled the chair against the wall so she could see Him. 

It was a torturous 15 minutes, but she was recalling why. It's Master's pussy, she chanted in her head. He sat back and smiled at His pet. He enjoyed watching her squirm and fidget. Through her chanting and focussing on other things, she was able to keep herself under control, and then her mind would wander and she would be close to orgasm. Like waves on the ocean, her desire to cum washed over her, some urges much stronger than others, thankful for the little ripples, bracing for the crashes. she triumphed over her desire to climax and was thankful when the timer rang the end. 

When the 15 minutes were up He untied her hands and feet and sent her to the bathroom to clean up. When she was finished cleaning herself she set to the toys then put them away in their proper places. she returned to the bedroom and found her Master reading in His chair. Crawling over to Him she climbed up into His lap. He reminded His pet how much He loved her and adored her but she had to learn to control herself. T/they snuggled on the chair for what seemed hours, until she started shivering.

"Time for bed pet." He led her to His side of the bed, where her pillow on the floor was set up. she wasn't permitted in His bed for a week, and she guessed that meant for at night as well. she curled up on her pillow and He covered her up. It wasn't long and she was fast asleep.