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In For A Penny

By: Sam Cornell



Maybe I should start by saying that writing this sort of stuff doesn't come easy to me. Just making a contribution to an erotic site is not the Sam I've known/been all my life.

I've had a quiet time, really. Dull childhood. A little repressed, maybe. Never, for some reason, quite as fussed about dating boys as most of my classmates. I had offers, sure, but I wasn't bothered, that was the thing. Tho' I should make it clear that doesn't mean that I ever, once, thought about girls. Sure, there are all the tales above and below this one about sleepovers turned into orgies, and endless shower room fantasies. Well, not for me. Not once, ever.

When I was sixteen I started dating Bradley, and after about six months we had sex, the earth didn't move but no-one told me it should. And in due course we got married but haven't had kids because Brad doesn't want them. Yet. That yet has lasted eight years so far, and I'm kind of giving up hope. Of course I could miss a pill, but that isn't the Sam I know either. I guess I've given you enough of a picture of my marriage.

Through thick and thin my best friend has been Cassie. We started as roommates at college, and pretty much since then I've loved her very dearly. As a friend.

We're very different, which I think makes a lot of strong friendships. Funnily enough, we look different, as well as being it. I'm tall, slim, dark hair, and quiet. Cassie is shorter, quite a full figure, with beautiful straw blonde hair. (And the fact I've always thought her hair was beautiful doesn't mean I've always had the hots for her. It means I've always liked her hair. Get used to it). She's also got the kind of personality people call "bubbly". That means fun, not irritating. Because she's blonde and fun Cassie gets lots of attention from men. Not that she ever seems to want to settle down with one. About six months seems to be her limit.

Recently, Cassie seemed to have more time on her hands, and we found ourselves doing more and more together. It started off with going out drinking, but then Cassie went on a health kick. Insisted we start doing more sport together. At first it was tennis, but then when fall closed in we moved onto aerobics. Hell that was tiring.

So now you get your first shower room scene. Only thing is, it's the wrong way round. That is, I was getting undressed after aerobics, my clothes literally clinging to me with sweat. I'd turned away from Cass to take off my panties, because that's what modest girls are brought up to do. As I was bending over, I looked in a mirror to my left, and I could see Cassie staring at my ass. Well that's what it looked like.

My immediate reaction was it didn't feel entirely right, but then I rationalized it and thought she was probably lost in her own thoughts looking in the wrong direction. I forgot about it until the next week, then as my panties were coming off it occurred to me to check in the mirror again. Once more, it seemed Cass was taking in the curves of my butt. (I like my butt. I've said I'm slim, but it's nicely pert. Some thin girls have a boy's ass, but mine's definitely a lady's).

I felt a little uncomfortable with this attention, but still didn't make much of it. Women do, after all, admire other women's bodies, without there being a sexual element to it. And Cassie was one of the most actively heterosexual people I knew.

There's no doubt Cass and I were closer than ever. (And Brad and I were further apart). Then she said a friend was lending her his beach house for a week, why didn't we both use it? I fancied a week of sun and sand, and of course Brad just said "alright". So two weeks later Cassie and I were enjoying the sun, sipping a daiquiri on the veranda.

I won't bore you with the first couple of days. We quickly decided that the best place for catching the rays was on the veranda. Nice and private, with no men to hassle us. (Cass had stated on the way down this was a male-free week. That suited me).

Every now and then I still got the feeling that Cass was looking at me, but I put it down to me feeling frustrated. It had been a long time since I'd done it with Brad, and that hadn't exactly been satisfying.

By day three, I'd managed to burn part of my back, and I was going to cover up because I couldn't get the tanning lotion on properly, but Cass insisted that she could "protect me", as she put it. So off came my t-shirt, and I lay flat on my front in a simple blue string bikini. Cass knelt beside me. I could just about feel her knees brushing against the side of my left thigh.

Without saying a word, she reached across and pulled the string on my bikini top. I was quite startled, as she could easily have reached around the back strap. Then again, it was what people did when they sunbathed. Just not me, that was all. I felt the sides of my breasts slightly exposed, then figured that the only person who could see me was Cass, and she'd seen a lot more than that on many an occasion.

I was looking away, so the first thing I felt was Cassie's hands on my back, all slippery from the lotion. She started rubbing the lotion in, her fingertips pressing gently into my flesh. It felt beautifully relaxing, and, I have to say, totally non-sexual. It was a job that could have taken thirty seconds, but Cassie took a lot longer. I didn't mind, as she was effectively giving me a very relaxing massage.

I stopped feeling relaxed when her fingers slid inside the elastic at the top of my bikini pants. That didn't feel right. I sat up a bit and cried out "Cass!". She immediately removed the offending fingers, and apologized. "I was miles away," she said. "I never knew it could be so nice giving a massage." I didn't mention she was meant to be rubbing in tanning lotion.

We got steaming drunk that night, and the conversation turned to men, and sex. Cassie had always refused to believe that Brad was the only man I'd ever had, although she was ready enough to accept that we only ever had sex in the missionary position, and that he'd never gone down on me once. Cassie, on the other hand, seemed to have encountered all sorts of perverts in her life, our favorite being Ass Sucker, as we called him. He used to insist that Cass squat over him, and she had to wank him off while he licked her asshole. I found the idea disgusting, but Cass thought he was quite funny.

There was only one bedroom, with twin beds. Like I say, we were pretty drunk, and when we were in bed with the lights out the conversation carried on in the same vein. Cassie wanted to know my favorite sex acts. I didn't have many so I was treated to a long list of sordid things my best friend had done. Cassie sucking two men off at the same time, Cassie giving a blow job in a church, Cassie on all fours with a cock pounding her cunt and a finger roughly exploring her ass. Cassie described them all quite vividly. My main reaction was distaste, but I could also feel a light trickle between my legs. Cassie was a beautiful woman, as I'd had ample chance to see those past few days, and the image of her being used and abused in those ways was inescapably horny.

It seemed to have had the same effect on Cassie, because a minute or two after we stopped talking I heard the rustle of her sheet and a slight grunt. Realizing she'd given herself away, Cass said "I'm sorry, Sam, all that drink and talk has got me going. Do you mind?"

In all the time we'd known each other, even when we'd shared a room at college, I'd never "caught" Cassie masturbating. The idea of her lying only feet away, her legs slightly splayed as her fingers worked on her cunt, had my pulse racing even more quickly than all the things we'd talked about. After all, they were images, this was reality, even if it was a reality I couldn't see in the darkness of the room.

"No," I replied, nearly adding "go ahead" before I realized how ridiculous it would sound. In fact I did mind a bit, because I wasn't comfortable with the idea of Cassie frigging next to me. But I couldn't say that.

I heard her sheets rustle again as her fingers returned to her cunt. "You could do it too," she whispered. "It might be kind of fun." In fact my hand had, unconsciously, been moving towards my panties (I always wear panties and a t-shirt in bed), but her suggestion made me realize we were almost heading into troubled territory. I moved my hand back up, despite the need between my legs. "No. Thank you," I said, sounding ridiculous in my attempt to keep things normal.

The next few minutes were, as the saying goes, sweet torture. Cassie's sheets continued to rustle, and she emitted the occasional grunt. I felt very awkward, but at the same time the knowledge that such a beautiful person was touching their sex like that felt electric. It didn't take long before the rustling quickened, and Cass moaned softly. My lovely dear friend had masturbated to an orgasm next to me.

Minutes later I heard the soft sound of her sleeping. I didn't dare do what I needed to, and I barely slept at all that night.

Everything was a little strained to start off with the next day, but Cassie acted as if nothing strange had happened, and I decided to play along with her. In fact I wasn't quite sure what, if anything, had happened. Maybe what she'd done was just what friends do.

We were both feeling a little hung over from the drink, and at lunch time Cassie suggested some more cocktails as hair of the dog. I wasn't sure, but as always she talked me into it. By half way through the afternoon we were relaxed in the way only alcohol can make you. We were, once again, sunbathing on the veranda, laying on our backs in total privacy.

"Did you mind about last night?" Cass suddenly asked.

"What? Oh no," I lied.

"I got carried away. It felt so good Sam. I wish you'd...you know." I knew. But I didn't know how to answer. "There wouldn't be anything by it, would there?" she continued. "It would just be a bit more horny. It was even a turn on knowing you were listening. Do you mind?" I still couldn't reply. "Were you turned on? I would have been. I don't know what's happening to me Sam. I'm turned on now. Are you? Do you mind?" She turned her head round to look at me. There was an extraordinary intensity in her eyes. "Do you mind Sam?"

There were all sorts of things I could have said, about it being wrong, or disgusting, or more accurately that the idea I could actually see her do what I could only hear last night made me ache with a passion I don't think I'd ever felt before. But all I could do was shake my head - go ahead, Cass, masturbate in front of me.

She slipped her right hand inside her bikini bottoms. It wasn't exactly a full view, far from it, but I'm sure the shuffle of her fingers inside the fabric was more erotic than a hundred blue movies. "Go on Sam," Cass whispered, "you too. Let's do it together. Please, I so want you to."

I realized then that I wanted to, too. It was wrong, it was disgusting, it was almost lesbian, but the throb between my legs felt like an electric current. I started to move my left hand down to my panties. Cass looked at me, her right hand still frigging her pussy. "It'll be so good, Sam," she said, "it'll be so good."

I slipped my hand inside the waistband. I've never felt so purely sexual. Cassie's eyes were fully upon me now, her fingers barely moving inside the crotch of her bikini. "You look good, Sam, you look so beautiful. You are beautiful Sam."

The crotch of my panties was sodden. The touch of my fingers on my clit almost made me start. I'd never been so ready for an orgasm. Inadvertently I arched my back, thrusting my breasts up, displaying myself wantonly to my friend.

"Let me help you Sam," whispered Cass. She edged across the towels. Yes, I wanted her to see my breasts. I reached behind my back and struggled with the string. Then Cassie's fingers joined me, and in a second my top was off. My friend had helped to undress me. My breasts were proud now, the nipples poking defiantly up.

Of course I should have expected it, but for some reason it came as a surprise when Cassie moved further over and took one of my nipples into her mouth. Before it had just about been a game, but now Cass was making love to me. The thrills running through my tits meant I was never going to stop her. Her mouth felt so soft, as she nursed at both my nipples. It seemed to last for ages, as she took first one, then the other, swollen teat into the cool wetness of her mouth.

That would have been enough for me, but then her face started to move down my stomach.

"Cass..." I started to say.

"Sam, I want to, I so want to," she said. She reached my panties, and I wondered, briefly, what the hell was going on. What was I doing? But it felt too good, and as she tugged my panties down I lifted my ass to help her.

She rested her hands on my knees, and gently spread them, exposing me in a way I'd never been exposed before. She ran her fingers down the inside of my thighs. I watched her blonde hair disappearing between my legs. I could feel her breath on my exposed sex, then she was kissing my thighs, showing me a tenderness I'd never known with Brad.

Then I felt it. Beyond words really, but it was like the collision of the two softest rarest lilies as Cassie's tongue flicked languorously across my clit. I almost came then, and I think Cass realized how near I was, because she drew back, and pushed my knees up to my tits. I didn't realize what she was doing until I felt her tongue circling around my asshole. I was shocked - despite our conversation it wasn't something I'd ever thought about doing. "Cass, no!" I said, but then her tongue poked against my ass. 'What must it taste like?' I thought, but it felt good to me.

It felt extraordinary, spread-eagled with my knees to my chest and Cass slurping away at my asshole. Eventually she slid her tongue up to my clit, and then I felt another unexpected sensation, as Cass slid one of her fingers into my ass. It was uncomfortable but delicious, and I unconsciously bucked my body to force her penetration further.

It was all too much, and I felt a welling of emotion and passion. I fought for breath, and then rocked violently as I orgasmed hard against Cass's mouth.

I tried to recover, and was dimly aware of Cass delicately removing her finger from my butt. I lay there for a minute or too, dazed by how quickly things had changed. Cass just lay there, calm, peaceful.

It suddenly occurred to me she hadn't had her orgasm. God, how must she be feeling? I felt sure I couldn't do what she'd done. Then I looked at Cassie again. There was no demanding there, no insistence that she be given satisfaction. There was simple pleasure from what she had done with me. It was pure generosity. In that moment I felt a greater love than I had ever felt before.

I wanted Cassie to know how much she meant, how I realized what her love was. I grabbed her hand, and slid the finger that had been up my ass into my mouth. It was as intimate as I could be. Cass looked startled, but the look in her eyes revealed she was struck by the eroticism of my act. I knew then that a different set of rules applied with Cassie.

I wanted to enjoy her beautiful breasts, but there would be plenty of time for that. Right now my lover hadn't come yet. I leant over her groin, and tugged her bikini bottoms down. I was almost overwhelmed by her powerful rich musk. Her soft blonde pubic hair was matted with her honey.

I'd intended to use my fingers, but I suddenly felt that Cass deserved better than that. If I was going to make love to her, I was going to make love to her properly. I pushed her knees up to her bikini top, revealing her dark little asshole. I looked at it in wonder, lovely Cassie's most hidden secret. It was a surprisingly erotic sight, a dark little crater nestling in the creamy white valley between her butt cheeks. As I took the view in, summoning up the courage to pleasure my lover properly, I noticed a sprinkling of wispy blonde hairs surrounding the dark lines that disappeared into Cass's anus.

I moved my head down. I wasn't sure if there would be a smell, or a taste, but I heard Cass mutter "Oh Sam, yes", and I pressed my tongue hard against the firm muscle of her asshole. She moaned so loudly, I reached my finger up to her clit, and on that simple delicate pressure she groaned, her butt pressing against my face as she shook with her orgasm. It was an extraordinary feeling, almost being smothered by the flesh of my friend's ass.

When Cass had finished shaking, I pulled my face away and rested back. I was ready for more myself now, but wanted to give it time. After a minute or so, Cassie leant towards me, resting her chin on her left hand. I looked at her face, and I saw it in a way I'd never seen before. Beautiful, and lovely too.

Cassie leant further over. We'd made love, but we hadn't even kissed yet. Her lips were full and pink. Lips that only minutes before had been pressed against my ass. As mine had been pressed against hers. The idea of kissing after such private contact seemed deliciously dirty, and intimate. I moved forward quickly, and pressed my mouth against Cassie's. So soft, it made me wonder women had ever liked the roughness of a man's face. How could I have missed out so long? The kiss was deep and passionate. Two ass-suckers returning to home base. I explored her mouth with my tongue, almost leisurely, given the length of the time we kissed. There was no taste, or smell, but the knowledge itself was a potent elixir.

Eventually we parted, and looked at each other in a way I'd never shared with another human being. I knew this was something that would continue after we'd returned home, but for the moment I just felt relief and excitement we still had plenty of holiday left to go...

In For A Penny...



Dianne, 

Before reading on make sure you are alone and remove your panties.

If you start to enjoy the story you can play with yourself while you read.

My story started several months ago, when my long-term relationship finally broke up. My partner and I drifted apart and as always snide remarks and vicious comments were sometimes exchanged. I think that I am tough, but when I was accused of being boring unimaginative and frigid, I almost broke down in front of him.

Now he is out of my system and I have decided to put matters to the test. Whilst clearing away some of his left behind junk I came across the usual array of soft porn girlie magazines. They usually leave me cold but since I hadn’t had any kind of relationship for a while, instead of just throwing them straight in the bin, I flicked absent mindedly through them. My eye caught an advert asking for readers to write about their private fantasies, and I thought that they would get all sorts of drivel from the mindless morons like my ex who read this type of magazine. Don’t ask me why but I thought “What if they got a letter from a woman, how would they react?”

One night sitting in front of a blank t.v. screen and bored to death I wrote them a letter and quickly ran down to the post box with it before I chickened out and tore it up. 

I nervously expected a reply but after a couple of weeks when nothing had happened I began to forget all about it. Three months later a plain brown envelope appeared in my usual mail. Curiosity made me open it first. It was the reply to my letter, and it invited me to attend a meeting to expand my views on the subject matter, however the catch seemed to be the £50 consultation fee that was required and was not refundable. What the hell said I and since it was going to be paid for out of the settlement from my ex why not take a chance and blow the money.

That was then, now I find myself sitting at a set of traffic lights in a strange town following directions to some address in the country. Thinking about the part of the day already behind me and wondering if I made the right decisions. Should I have come? Did I put on the right clothes? Should I turn back? 

This morning I had showered carefully, shaved under my arms and carefully shaved my legs (wouldn’t do to go to a meeting with a big chunk missing from your calf). I put on an all black ensemble lacy black bra, high leg black knickers and a back dress. The dress showed just a hint of cleavage and was an inch over my knee. No stockings or tights because the weather was too warm and a pair of 2 inch heels so as not to make me look too tall. I didn’t know what to expect and had tried to dress down so as not to appear over interested. 

Now I find myself at the last turning in my instructions. Swallowing hard I turn into an impressive driveway and follow the road up to an impressive looking manor house. I start to relax, this is obviously a professional outfit, I know that at least I haven’t been ripped off. I park and head for the reception area and report my presence to a good looking young man behind a large desk. 

He informs me that I am thirty minutes late, I feel rebuked and explain that I was held up in traffic. “Never mind “says he “ but your appointment was taken by the next customer and you will have to wait” .I took a seat and picked up a copy of town and country to flick through whilst I wait. My shoes are killing me so I slip them off and start the rub my feet together.

Without warning I feel strong arms grab me from behind pinning me to the chair I kick out but only succeed in launching my shoes across the room. The young man from behind the desk approaches me smiling. As he gets nearer I see him reach into his pocket and withdraw a blindfold. He puts this over my eyes, I am still trying to struggle against the person holding me but he (I presume it’s a he) is too strong, all I can feel of him is hot breath on the back of my neck. My hands are put into what feels like handcuffs and I am lifted from the chair still trying to kick anything I can make contact with, I am also screaming at the top of my voice. However unless I am extremely lucky, I realise that the house is too isolated for anyone to here my screams. I am thrown forward and bump into something hard, I think it’s a wall, I also hear a door slam shut behind me. I am suddenly very frightened; I must stop crying and try to calm myself. My senses start to come back slowly and I realise that wherever I am is dirty. It smells musty and there is a hint of ammonia in the air. I feel for the wall and rub my face against it to try to remove the blindfold. Success. Now that I have my vision back I wonder if it was a wise thing to do. The room is not dirty, it’s filthy, There is what appears to be shit in the corner and flies cover it greedily, the other powerful smell I realise is urine. There is no furniture, no carpeting, just rough concrete, one of my feet has been grazed on the floor when I was thrown in here and is bleeding slightly. My dress is also torn at the neckline slightly exposing the top of my bra. I must not panic. I try not to think that only thirty minutes ago I was safely in my car and could have driven straight on.

Footsteps outside, suddenly I feel panic, I have moved the blindfold, what will happen when they realise that I can recognise them? Too late the door is thrown open and two men appear, they have ski masks on so my fears about recognising them are dismissed from my mind. 

I decide not to resist until I get a good opportunity, my energy reserves might be needed later, however I cannot stop my mind from screaming at me that they are going to rape and kill me. They bundle me out of my cell and I think I hear one of them mutter an apology. My blindfold is pulled back over my eyes and I am walked down corridors and stairs. At last I feel someone holding my wrists, they are taking the handcuffs off but I know that the grip is too tight for me to resist so I do not struggle. My wrists are being bound again but not with handcuffs, my ankles are also being bound with what feels like the same rough material. Suddenly my arms are hoisted above my head and my ankles are pulled about twelve inches apart. My blindfold is also removed and for the first time I can see my new surroundings. I look up at my arms which are just above my head and see that my restraints are leather wrist straps that have been attached to ropes suspended from the ceiling, and although I cannot see my feet I imagine that the same devices are attached to them and pulling them slightly apart. It is awkward to stand like this my legs are getting tired already and my foot is starting to give me some pain.

My jailers have disappeared again and I can look around. It is a dungeon, there are chains and ropes everywhere and some strange devices that I cannot even guess at the use for.

I feel an urge coming on, oh my god, I need a pee. I call out “ hey whoever you are I need the toilet” my calls are ignored. Again and again I call, but get no response. I hear a voice very quietly “ it’s no good calling out lady, no one will come to help you”.

“Who the hell is that” I yell. “Shhh came the reply we’re not supposed to talk”. “Fuck you,” said I “ how do I know you’re not one of them and where the hell are you.” “Over to your right” I craned my head over to the right as far as I could and I could see a man curled up into a ball. His hands and feet were bound tightly together and he was naked.” Jesus what the fuck is going on” I asked 

“Don’t ask me,” said the man “it’s your fantasy” 

“Oh shit, I thought I was coming here to talk about it”

“ Well only you know what you wrote”

Suddenly the contents of my letter from months ago came flooding back to me. However the only part of my fantasy letter that I could recall being accurate was the bondage position that I now found myself in, and I still needed to pee, now worse than ever. My bladder felt as if it were ready to burst. 

Again I called out, no response and now it was too late, I could feel the well of piss in the crotch of my knickers followed a second later by the sensation of the pee running hot down the inside of my thighs to my knees were some started to drop to the floor and splash back onto my lower legs. Some of the warm acidic urine ran into the cut on my foot and I called out again.

A woman appeared and walked up to me. She was obviously a dominatrix. Black Basque pulled in tightly to make her waist smaller than it really was and push her tits up and out. She looked at the puddle on the floor where I had disgraced myself with a look of total disgust. “ Who’s a naughty girl then?” she said to me “ pissing on the floor is against the rules and must be punished immediately” 

Without further ado she went straight for the tear in my dress and ripped the front of my dress wide open. “Nice underwear pity to ruin it” she said “but you’ve pissed all over your panties”. From behind her back she produced a large knife and slid it under the gusset of my wet knickers. I could feel the cold steel against my crotch and the sensation of fear was overtaken by the thrill I felt at the feel of the cold sharp metal next to my pussy. With a deft flick of the wrist she cut through the thin material of my knickers. She then pulled the elastic waistband away from my waist and stretched it until I thought it would snap. The elastic was cutting into me until again she sliced through it and I was left naked from the waist down. I was too tired to resist as she put the knife between my breasts and under the centre join of my bra. My bra came apart as she cut through and my tits fell out. They are not big, but I am proud of them, now she ran the cold steel over my tits making sure that the sharp point of the knife was prodded into the ends of my nipples. I sighed, I was beginning to enjoy this but I knew that if I let my pleasure be known it would be stopped in punishment.

She snapped her fingers twice and the two men who had brought me into the dungeon returned. Without a word they lowered my arms and released the ropes on my legs. I was half dragged across the room until I realised that I was standing in front of my fellow prisoner. Suddenly I could feel myself blushing at the thought of myself being forcibly exposed to a total stranger, even if he was tied up tighter than I had been. I could feel my juices starting to flow between my legs, so much so that at first I thought that I might have started to pee again.

“ Fancy fucking this dirty pissy legged bitch” she says to him

“ Only if you order me to your highness” mumbled my stablemate

“ You two spread her over that table and tie her to the legs” she ordered my captives “ then untie this piece of shit and push his face into her pissy fanny”

They did as they were ordered, and my fellow captive was stood at the base of the table leering at me as I lay helpless in front of him. I realised also that I was still wearing what was left of my bra and dress. Suddenly he was grabbed from behind, and as his hands were held tightly behind his back, his head was forced down onto my pussy. He was like a rodent snuffling in the undergrowth until he managed to force his tongue into my crack. It felt hot and so did I. Faster and faster his greedy tongue worked at my pussy, my juices were flowing openly now and he lapped them up as fast as he could. It wasn’t the best tonguing I had ever received but by now I was so horny that I couldn’t care. My clit was going wild, I never remembered it could get so hard and sensitive. Maybe it was just because it hadn’t been active recently. Just as I thought I might cum, he was dragged away from me. “Please mistress” he yelled “let me have more”. All they did was bind him again. I thought, “what the hell happens now” but before another thought could enter my spinning head, a large hard cock was pushed against the side of my face. Rough hands turned my head to face it and my cheeks were pressed so that my mouth opened. His throbbing helmet was thrust into my mouth and his shaft followed, so deep that I thought that I would choke. Instincts took over. I was running on autopilot, I sucked and nibbled at this gorgeous hunk of meat that had been thrust into my drooling mouth. At that moment my predicament was forgotten. Someone was clambering onto the end of the table; fingers entered me probing deep inside. Even though my mouth was full of hot throbbing cock, I let out along low moan of pleasure. Whoever was fingering me was thrusting two or more fingers deep into me and the harder they finger fucked me, the harder I sucked on the pulsating flesh in my mouth. Fingers were swiftly removed from my pulsating pussy and I felt that people were changing places at the far end of the table. A cock was pressing against my engorged clit, and without another thought my body started to be rocked by the build up of an enormous orgasm, I started to shudder from deep within, a crescendo of pleasure rising up to thoroughly overtake and engulf me. My body shook, my thighs tightened and my pussy seemed to spray cum onto the cock that was nuzzling against my clit. I had to be careful not to bite the cock in my mouth, which I could feel was becoming extra large around the helmet. Then it burst forth spraying the inside of my mouth with hot, salty spunk. Again and again it shot into me coating my teeth and filling my mouth so that I had to swallow hard to prevent it from slopping from the corner of my mouth. Simultaneously my pussy teaser thrust his cock into me. It was large. A lot larger than I had imagined. A twang of pain shot through my body causing me to release the contents of my mouth and yelp in pain. I managed to turn my head and saw a well-muscled black man thrusting down onto my tethered body. Another yelp from me, but now not so bad as my pussy stretched to accommodate all that my black fucker had. Harder and faster he drove his mighty machine into me. So deep was he that I thought that I would be ripped apart. Another orgasm surprised me and shocked me, I had never experienced more than one orgasm. Black beauty was cumming, I could feel it and then my pussy was swimming in a river of cum, his and mine mixing and blending. He climbed off me. What now I thought as my hands and feet were released?

Helping arms reached down to help me to my feet. My legs had no strength, I had to be helped to walk. Cum was dripping from pussy and dripping to the floor, and even more was running down my legs. I was taken from the dungeon back up the stairs, I could see the door that I walked through quite innocently several hours earlier. They were walking me toward it. Before me the guy from the reception desk opened it and I was thrust out into a dark cold evening. I was alone again, my shoes and my small bag sat together on the stone step beneath me. I looked down at my tattered clothing and thanked all my lucky stars that I kept a coat in the back of my car in case of a sudden shower. I staggered to my car, fumbling in my bag for keys. It seemed to take an age to find my coat and put it on over my wrecked clothing. I drove back down the drive never once looking back.

Once on the safety of the open road I surprised myself by thinking that next time I must bring a complete change of clothing,

NEXT TIME!! Oh yes there will be a next time.



In For a Penny...



Penny finished off her drink and set it down on the table. She eased herself off the stool, mindful that her short skirt didn't rise too high on her slender legs. Picking up her empty glass, Penny turned to make her way through the other partygoers towards the wet bar. Along the way, the pretty blonde girl scanned the room for her friend, Jenna, who had brought her here in the first place. 

In her three years of college, Penny had attended many such events. The house party was typical: loud music, alcohol, and plenty of attractive people, none of whom Penny knew. These were Jenna's friends. Now that she had disappeared, Penny was understandably miffed, but undaunted nonetheless. Jenna had promised her a good time, and Penny fully intended to have one, with or without her friend. 

"Oh, excuse me!" Penny exclaimed, bumping into Drew's broad chest. 

"Hey, I never complain when a beautiful girl walks into my arms!" He responded easily.

His confident smile disarmed her. Penny giggled at the compliment. "I'm Drew, by the way," he told her, extending a large hand. 

"Penny," she replied, taking his hand in her own. Brushing her long blonde hair back behind her ear, Penny stared up at his strong features and impressive build, and felt immediately attracted to this man. He was so much taller than she; Penny was glad she wore her heels. Rather, Penny was glad she had worn the sexiest outfit she owned: a short, tight black skirt which nearly exposed her delectable ass, a low cut, off-the-shoulder blouse to prominently display her breasts, and black strappy high heels to accentuate her gorgeous legs.

"Oh, were you going for another drink?" he asked. Penny nodded. "I'll get you one," he offered, reaching for her glass. Drew took the opportunity to steal a look down the front of her almost scandalous blouse. Penny had impressively large breasts, and her top prevented the use of a bra. 

"Oh, thank you so much!" Penny replied, handing him her empty glass and pretending not to notice his obvious attempt to check out her fantastic tits. Drew returned thirty seconds later with a cup full of the alcohol-spiked fruit punch she had been drinking earlier. "You're so sweet!" she thanked him, touching his arm almost innocently. Penny started work on her second glass of the evening.

"Say, have you seen Jenna?" Penny asked him.

"Oh, yeah, I saw her leaving about a half hour ago," Drew replied. "Why, did you come here with her?" Drew queried, feigning interest. 

"Yeah," Penny responded easily. "Oh, well, don't worry about it."

"Well, just because you arrived with her doesn't mean you have to leave with her," Drew replied, sly grin and all.

Penny laughed lightly. "Oh, and I suppose you'd rather have me leave with you?" she asked coquettishly.

"Well it wouldn't be far at least; I live next door," Drew responded, smiling. He'd made his play, now he'd see if she took the bait.

"My, aren't you forward?" she inquired playfully. "We've just met and already you're angling to get me alone and defenseless!" Penny shot him an innocent look and ran her down her skirt, pretending to smooth it subconsciously. In reality, of course, it was a calculated move.

"Please, I know better than to think tired old lines would work on a girl as beautiful as you!" he lied. 

Penny's lilting laugh let loose as she tossed her long hair back over her shoulder. 

He chatted her up for another twenty minutes, complimenting her often, and working his way into her good graces. Penny responded eagerly, flirting with him openly. She teased him mercilessly, playing with her hair, straightening her short skirt, or touching his arm or chest. 

When Drew felt she was sufficiently at ease with him, he made his move. "Hey, I gotta run next door and get some CDs, would you care to walk over with me?" Drew asked innocuously.

Penny pretended to mull the offer over for a minute, and then readily agreed. "Well, all right. Just don't try to take advantage of me all alone in your big house!" she replied with feigned innocence.

Drew took her by the hand as they made their way through the crowd and out the front door. Several men stared after her, their eyes fixed on the delicious angles of her legs as set off by her strappy black heels or the smooth curve of her firm ass, barely covered by her flimsy black miniskirt. 

The cool night air caused Penny's nipples to harden under her tight blouse, a detail which did not escape Drew's notice as they chatted. Her high heels clicked on the walkway as they made their way next door to Drew's home.

"Here, I'll give you the dime tour," he offered, taking her by the hand and leading her into the den. The main room was sparsely furnished, populated only by an entertainment center, a sofa, a few chairs, and a large wooden desk.

The dime tour wasn't worth a nickel, it turned out. No sooner had they walked in the door when Drew spun around and pinned Penny up against a wall. One hand went immediately to her waist, just above her miniskirt, and the other cupped her face in his hand. He kissed her.

Penny's hands pushed against the wall for support. While surprised at Drew's daring advance, she certainly did not protest. Penny appreciated a forceful man—one who saw what he wanted, and took it. Right now, Drew wanted Penny. He seized her wrists and pushed them above her head, causing her substantial breasts to jut out against her tight, too-small blouse. He used one hand now to hold her wrists; the other took hold of her shiny blond hair. Penny cooed into his mouth.

He released the pressure of his mouth on hers, and kissed his way from her cheek to her neck, nibbling and sucking on it. "Oh, Drew, you naughty boy…," she started. Penny's pussy dampened considerably under her skirt—he wasn't the only naughty one, apparently.

Drew's teeth released their hold on her neck momentarily. "Baby, you are so fucking hot. I just want to give you what you want," he whispered, and then sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Penny purred and pressed her body into his.

"Oh, my," she mewled. "You didn't come over here for CDs, did you?" Penny felt wonderfully mischievous, and relished in the response her teasing had elicited. 

"God, you look sexy," he whispered again in her ear before tugging on her hair to expose her neck to his mouth. His body pinned hers to the wall. Drew's rigid cock, still incased in his pants, pressed into Penny's tight stomach.

"Yes…" she hissed. Penny exhaled lustily, aroused by the handsome man pressing his body against hers. She spread her legs involuntarily.

Drew's kisses moved down her neck, to the tops of her tits exposed by the revealing blouse she wore. Penny gasped when his tongue made contact with her cleavage. 

Drew's hand dropped from her hair to her shirt. The tight blouse she wore was quickly pulled underneath her braless tits, pushing them up and exposing her nipples to Drew's waiting mouth. Drew's hand squeezed her tit while his mouth clamped down on her hard peak.

"Oh, oh, yes!" Penny screamed in simultaneous pleasure and pain. Drew alternated between her tits, licking, sucking and biting each of them. Penny's tongue traversed her lips. She watched him ravish her bare breasts, something that never failed to turn her on. Drew's eyes locked with hers, and Penny returned his smoldering gaze. "Oh, yeah…" Penny cooed, now sliding her ass against the wall. Her pussy flooded and ached for attention. 

Large and firm, Penny's nipples jutted out from her chest. She writhed against the wall, still pinned there by Drew's powerful hand holding her wrists. He stood up and used his free hand to hold her hair back, and kissed her again. She responded enthusiastically, returning his deep kiss. His tongue explored her mouth. Penny released a lusty moan into his. 

Drew broke their kiss. "You've got such a hot little body, Penny," he breathed in her ear. He knew he had her under control now; he released her wrists. He really had found a slut—she obviously wanted this as much as he did. His hand, now free, kneaded her breasts. "God I love your big juicy tits…" he whispered again.

Penny's hands were momentarily idle as she enjoyed Drew's attention. His hands, though, were not. While one tightly gripped her hair, his other hand reached down and massaged her tight ass through the thing fabric of her miniskirt. "Oh, I think I'm getting close to what I'm after…" he growled in her ear. His hand slid up under her tiny skirt and felt her sopping wet panties. 

"Oh, please, what are you going to do to me!" she teased with feigned innocence, at the same time spreading her legs for him. Drew's hand brushed her lacy thong aside as his finger slipped effortlessly into Penny's wet cunt. Penny cried out at the extremely welcome invasion.

"Your pussy is so wet, little girl," Drew hissed in her ear. "I'm gonna slam my big hard cock right up there. I'm gonna fuck you so good…" He inserted another finger. Penny moaned and spread her legs further, leaning back against the wall. She bit her lip and smiled, enjoying their game. "That's right, spread your legs for me, baby. Your pussy is so hot and wet." Panting and whimpering, her gaze locked with his. She had a pleading look in her eyes, begging him, imploring him, and challenging him. Short of breath and lusting for attention, she ran her fingers through his short dark hair with one hand and reached for the thick cock straining inside his pants with the other. Penny purred when she felt it, delighted at his impressive size. 

Drew tugged on her hair. He sucked on her neck as his fingers fucked her wet slit. "Uh, fuck!" Penny cried out lustily. She pumped her pelvis against his hand as best she could in her awkward position. 

"That's a good girl," Drew told her, "that's a good girl." 

"Oh, please, please…" Penny gasped between breaths. 

"Come on, tell me you want it," he told her. Still pounding his fingers into her sopping pussy, Drew leaned over and sucked an erect nipple into his mouth. Penny whimpered and pushed his head into her chest, begging him to suck harder on her delicious tits. 

Extremely aroused, Penny gave in easily, allowing herself to be controlled by this powerful man. "Oh, yes, yes," she admitted freely, "yes I want it so bad!"

"There you go you little slut, tell me what you want!" Drew demanded, standing back up and biting her neck. Penny felt her pussy spasm at the word, "slut." She certainly felt like one, back up against a wall, pert breasts exposed, legs spread, skirt bunched around her waist, while she begged a man she met less than an hour ago to fuck her extremely wet pussy.

Penny pawed at his hard cock, still trapped in his pants. "Oh please, please, give it to me!" she implored.

"Oh yeah, say it you little slut! Say it!" Drew commanded again, steely eyes locked with hers. 

She found his zipper and pulled it down, freeing Drew's nine-inch rod. Penny wrapped her hand around the think shaft. "Oh, I want your hard cock! Please, give it to me!" she begged, feeling it throb in her hand. Penny eyed Drew's dick with intense anticipation, collecting a drop of his slick precum from the tip and spreading it over his shaft. 

Drew stood up quickly and pushed her down to her knees. "Suck my cock, bitch!" he commanded. Penny needed no persuasion. Feelings of lust overwhelmed her, and, truth be told, she loved sucking cock. Her boyfriends frequently told her it was her finest skill. Her lips parted, and her warm wet mouth enveloped Drew's dick. 

Penny hummed around Drew's hard cock as it slid in and out of her mouth, impacting the back of her throat. Drew grabbed her hair with both hands and rocked his pelvis back and forth, slowly but steadily fucking her mouth. "That's right, suck it, suck my cock, whore," he hissed at her. Penny brought her fist up to stroke his meat while she delivered an expert blowjob. Her groans were matched by the slurping sound as she lavished her tongue over his shaft.

"Oh that feels so good baby!" Drew complimented the little blonde cocksucker on her knees before him. "Your mouth feels so good you nasty slut!" Penny moaned approvingly at his flattering remark. Her other hand reached down to frig her clit as she sucked Drew's cock. Her eyes locked with his: obedient, submissive, and desperately seeking his approval. He indicated his endorsement, removing his cock from her mouth and slapping her face with it. "You are such a hot little bitch!" he told her, smearing precum over Penny's lips.

Down on her knees in front of a complete stranger, Penny whined and darted her head and tongue this way and that, desperately trying to maneuver Drew's cock back in her mouth. Occasionally her tongue would score a drop of his salty precum, which she hoarded greedily. Penny's skirt was bunched around her waist, her panties pulled to one side, her slippery slit occupied by her deft digits dancing across her engorged clitoris. 

Gripping her by her golden blond tresses, Drew pushed his cock into Penny's mouth again. The horny little slut was ready for him this time, and she tilted her head back to open her throat, allowing him the deepest access possible. Drew's throbbing shaft disappeared all the way down her throat. He held it there, and Penny coughed as he withdrew. Drew pushed it back in, bearing down on her and fucking her hot mouth. Penny's eyes rolled back in her head as she was consumed with lust. Her fingers moved with lightening speed across her hard nub, and it was too much. Penny convulsed and came as Drew's cock penetrated her throat, muffling her screams.

Drew held his shaft in her mouth while she recovered. Soon Penny relaxed, and Drew slowly fucked her face. One hand continued a gentle glide across her clitoris, while the other stroked the cock as it slid past her lips. 

"Did that feel good, baby?" Drew asked her, cock working its way in and out of her mouth, still.

Penny indicated an affirmative response as best she could with a combination of moans and short head movements. 

"Your mouth feels really good, Penny, but I bet you can't wait to get my big hard cock buried in your cunt, can you, you little slut?" he asked with a lecherous grin.

Penny was completely in his power. She only moaned in response. Drew removed his cock from her mouth, eliciting a whimper from the lusty little girl. Drew lifted her to her high-heeled feet and pulled her briskly by the arm to the nearby desk. "Bend over, bitch!" he ordered her. Penny complied immediately, stretching herself out across the oaken desk. She looked back over her shoulder and bit her lip in anticipation. "Spread your legs for me! Come on, be a good little whore!" he commanded her. Her high heels immediately increased their separation, opening her pussy for him. Penny whined and shook her ass at him. 

"Please…please…" she begged.

Drew flipped her tiny skirt up over her waist. He didn't need too, really. The slut had worn a skirt so short it barely covered her ass. Did she really not expect a guy to find his way up under there tonight? Drew spanked the fleshly globes of her ass with quick, hard strokes. Penny whimpered and pushed back against him.

"Oh, please…my pussy…please…my pussy…" she pleaded incoherently.

"Ha, ha," Drew laughed, "Don't worry you little slut. You'll get your pussy well fucked tonight…and more." Drew unbuttoned his jeans and they dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them and gripped his hard cock. He slapped it against her ass a few times, teasing her. She whined and squirmed in desperation. He slid her soaked thong panties around to one side of her ass and ran his finger along her slippery slit, teasing her further.

"Come on…please…" Penny begged again, consumed with lust and longing. She desperately needed him to fuck her, to fill up her tight cunt and pound into her.

Drew gripped her hair with one hand and his cock with the other. He leaned over her body and tugged at her hair, arching her back. "Here it comes you fucking whore," he hissed in her ear.

"Oh yes! Fuck my pussy!" she demanded. Drew complied, finally, guiding his rigid cock to her gaping wet opening and then pushing it to the hilt with one powerful stroke. Drew's cock met no resistance in Penny's sopping wet pussy. "Uh, yeah, come on! Fuck me, you bastard, come on!" Penny begged. Her cunt was on fire. 

Drew applied himself eagerly to the task. He tugged on her blond hair with one hand, and used the other to alternately spank or knead her ass cheeks. "Oh, fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good!" he complimented her. Drew slammed his cock into her pussy repeatedly, and she reveled in the wet squishing noise he made on impact. 

Penny stepped to each side again with her strappy heels, opening her pussy wider still for him. Drew bore down, slamming her against the table. Penny gripped the table for dear life and pushed back as much as she could against Drew's repeated thrusting, her moans and squeals coming in time with his dick. "Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, yes!" she breathed over and over again. Her tits bounced against the table. Drew's cock pounded into her pussy relentlessly.

A torrent of obscenities poured from her mouth. "Uh, yes, fuck me, come on fuck me, fuck my sluttly little pussy, come on you bastard fuck me!" she screamed over and over again.

Drew modified his grip on her. He released her hair and her ass, and reached for her arms instead. Drew pulled them behind her, arching her back and pressing her into the table. Penny was effectively immobilized, and completely at his mercy. Drew jackhammered his new slut's pussy repeatedly.

"Oh, fuck yeah you've got a tight wet pussy little girl!" Drew told her, relishing the feel of her tight wet cunt around his cock. He slammed her pussy once, pulled out slowly, then thrust forward, rocking her against he desk. Penny's wailing moans filled the room, indicating her approval. 

"Uh, yeah, come on, fuck it, fuck my pussy!" Penny begged. Drew picked up speed again, pounding her as hard and fast as he could. 

Just then, the door opened, and three men walked in. "Holy shit, Drew, that's one hot slut you bagged!" one of them exclaimed. "We could hear her screaming all the way outside!"

Drew just laughed. "Oh fuck yeah, this bitch is a screamer!" he bragged to his friends. "She really loves cock, huh slut?" Drew asked.

Penny panicked. Who were these guys, and what were they doing here? What had she gotten herself into? "No, no…" she whimpered and tried to get away. It was no use. Bent over the desk with her arms stretched behind her back, she had no leverage. Drew never missed a beat. He simply pounded her pussy like the new arrivals weren't there.

"Fuck, man, I love it when bitches dress all slutty like that! A fucking thong, heels, a skirt that wouldn't cover her ass…holy shit she knew what she was getting tonight!" offered one of Drew's friends. "Can we get a turn?"

"Yeah, sure," Drew offered generously between thrusts. "I'm about done with her, anyway."

Penny's mind reeled. What the fuck was going on? She had let herself get carried away with Drew, but was she now going to get fucked by all his friends, too? "No, no!" she cried. "Let me go, no!" 

"Shut up, bitch!" Drew commanded, tugging back on her arms. The sudden pain made her gasp. "Shut this whore up," he ordered.

Drew's friends were eager to help, surrounding the desk quickly. They elbowed their way for position at the other end of the desk. Penny stared on in fear as they dropped their pants, producing three healthy sized dicks, already rock hard at attention. They bobbed menacingly in front of her face. The one in the center grabbed her hair and yanked back, pulling her face up. Penny shook her head "no" as best she could. The man paid no heed. 

"Come on bitch, open up, suck my cock!" he ordered her, thumping her forehead with his rigid member. He traced the tip of his dick across her mouth, leaving sticky drops of precum in its wake. Again she shook her head "no," and again he ignored her. 




In For a Penny...



Just then one of the other men, who had been feeling her exposed ass, pressed his finger against her tight anal ring. Penny parted her lips in shock, and the man in front took his chance. His cock immediately sank all the way into her mouth. Penny gagged as it impacted the back of her throat, but held on. 

"That's right you little cunt, suck my fucking cock," the gent in front admonished her like a disobedient schoolgirl. He gripped her hair with both hands, forming mock pigtails. Given her current forced hairstyle, pretty blond hair and wide-eyed look on her innocent face, she actually resembled a schoolgirl quite nicely. Well, except for the cock being forced into her mouth…

Penny moaned and screamed around the cock in her mouth as she was fucked mercilessly from both ends. The two other guys were standing on either side of her stroking their cocks. "Grey, man, get a feel of this bitch's ass!" said one to the other, has he used his free hand to squeeze Penny's tight bottom. 

"Shit, Quent, I can't keep my hands off her big tits! These things are fucking perfect!" Grey responded, hands mauling Penny's breasts. 

"Ha!" Drew laughed. "Shit, this bitch'll do anything. After me and Alex are done, you can get her up the ass while you fuck her tits!" he continued, looking first at Quentin, and then Grey. 

Penny responded with a panicked scream, the sound distorted by the thick cock in her face. Drew smiled, and tugged a little harder on her arms, increasing the arch on her back. The desk shook as he pounded her cunt. His pelvis slapped against her tight ass. Alex's cock sawed in and out of her hot little mouth. 

"Shit, man she fucking loves it!" Drew said. "Alex, man, this bitch can deep throat, try it out. Here, I'll hold her still." Penny's eyes went wide and her vocal protestations increased. Drew slowed his thrusting, then stopped, pinning her to the desk. With Drew's weight pressing into her, her arms stretched out behind her, and Alex gripping her hair with both hands, Penny was immobilized. 

"Calm down, bitch, calm down," Alex told her, leaning over. His cock was still lodged in her mouth, head held still. "Shhhh…shhh…" he quieted her. "There, there, little girl." She stopped whimpering, and looked up at him pleadingly, lips stretched obscenely around his thick shaft. "Okay baby, get ready, I'm gonna push my cock down your throat now, okay? Open your throat up, relax." Penny whimpered and moaned around his cock. 

Thump! Quent tried to slap her ass, but her black miniskirt had fallen back over her rear. He quickly snatched the thin piece of fabric, bunched it up about her waist and held it there. Slap! Quentin's other hand rapped on her bare bottom. It stung, and Penny jumped. Rather, she would have, if four healthy men hadn't been holding her bent over a desk. Instead, she grunted around Alex's cock. "Come on you little slut, be a good girl and open wide," he admonished her, striking her ass again at regular intervals, then stopping to knead her cheeks and massage her tight anal ring.

Penny quieted down now, but kept her eyes locked with Alex's. "You gonna be a good girl now?" he inquired patronizingly. 

The little blonde cocksucker whimpered an affirmative and nodded her head as best she could. Quentin massaged her ass gently now, while Grey slowly kneaded the breast closest to him, watching her face intently. Drew's cock twitched slightly, buried deep in her steamy opening. 

"Okay, baby, deep breath, here it comes now," he told her softly, gripping her hair tightly and slowly but firmly sliding his organ into her mouth. The crown struck the back of her throat, and she gagged a little. "'k, open up, open up, relax now," he whispered at her. Penny obeyed, since she had no choice. She relaxed, opened up her throat, and felt the meaty knob slide all the way inside. Penny almost gagged again, but caught herself, and allowed Alex's pole to penetrate her throat completely. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Alex withdrew, Penny gasped, inhaled again, preparing for the next assault, which quickly arrived. She grasped the rhythm now, and Alex fucked her throat with long, smooth, but insistent strokes. Calmed, she looked at him with submission in her eyes and worked her tongue over his thick meat.

"Fuck, man, I'm the Slut Whisperer!" he announced. The other three laughed, and picked up at their previous pace. Drew released Penny's arms and locked on to her hips, giving him better leverage to penetrate her tight pussy. Penny's hands went to the edge of the desk, steadying herself, and permitting her to raise up slightly. This gave Grey better access to her tits, which he greatly appreciated. He worked her breasts expertly, and took great pleasure in pinching her hard protruding nipples. Penny seemed to enjoy it, too, cooing each time he compressed her buds. 

Quentin, was entertaining himself, also. He had both hands alternately squeezing or slapping her ass. Quent took firm hold of her cheeks and spread them open, exposing her puckered asshole. He traced the tight muscle with his finger, eliciting a jolt from Penny. "Fuck, baby, what a tight little ass you got!" he complimented her. Penny's anus stretched and contracted in time with Drew's thrusts into her cunt, centimeters away. Quent leaned over and deposited a healthy amount of saliva onto her backdoor, and worked it around with a finger. After another shipment and a little more effort, Quent's finger was buried to the first knuckle in Penny's tight asshole.

Penny had certainly gotten more than she bargained for. Admittedly she'd been goaded into letting Drew fuck her, but she hadn't counted on entertaining all his friends, too. Penny hadn't set out to be a slut, but that hardly mattered now. She'd been startled by the added company at first, but now she was really enjoying all the attention. Penny loved sucking cock, and she sure didn't mind a good hard fucking, so she often wondered what it would be like to get stuffed from both ends. She'd never fucked more than one guy at a time before, but once in freshman year she'd gotten speared by two guys in one night. She'd gone to a frat party, gotten a little tipsy, and one of the guys there talked his way up under her skirt. After he finished with her, he left the room for a few minutes, came back, and fucked her again. Penny didn't realize until he pulled out and started to cum on her face that it wasn't the same guy she'd been with before, but one of his friends. Her memory of that night always brought her off when she masturbated, but she often imagined they both came in and took her at the same time. Since then it had been one of her greatest fantasies to get laid by two men. Having a third and fourth finger fucking her ass and ravishing her tits set her over the top. 

Quentin inserted a second finger into Penny's asshole. Penny had tried anal sex once before and had been surprised to find it extremely pleasurable. She had no illusions she would escape here tonight without a thorough ass-fucking, and the thought excited her. Alex's thick cock muffled her lusty squeal.

Penny got into it, now, rocking herself back and forth between Drew's cock filling up her pussy and Alex's shaft forcing its way down her throat. Alex seemed to be getting close, but he obviously didn't want to cum just yet. Still gripping her hair with one hand, he withdrew his cock with the other and rubbed it around her face. Penny followed it with her mouth, whimpering as she tried to get it back between her lips. The tip left a sticky trail of precum across Penny's pretty face. 

"You are so fucking hot!" Alex told her. Penny smiled at him obediently, and then opened her mouth wide for him, pleading for him to slide his cock back down her throat. Alex smiled. "Oh, that's a good little cock-sucking slut!" he complimented her, acquiescing for the moment. Alex fucked her face with a few long strokes before pulling back out to tease her some more. Grey worked her tits with both hands.

"Please…uh…please…" Penny begged in time with Drew's steady pounding at the other side of the desk. 

Alex slapped her forehead a few more times with his thick shaft, deposit a few gobs of precum in her pretty hair. "Please what?" he asked her. 

"Oh, fuck…fuck…uh…please let me suck your cock…please…uh…fuck my mouth!" she gasped. "Uh…I'll be a good slut please…just please fuck me!" Quentin stretched out her asshole with three fingers. 

Satisfied, Alex complied. "Here you go baby, suck this big cock. Make me cum down your throat." Penny purred contentedly, and brought one hand up to help her stroke the shaft while she demonstrated her oral talents. Penny sucked and stroked Alex's cock expertly, her tiny hand twisting and sliding along the length of it as it speared in and out of her mouth. Her tongue lavished attention on the thick rod while her throat emitted lusty groans, mixing with the sound of Drew's pelvis slapping against her ass each time his cock struck home.

Penny took her lips off Alex's cock momentarily, but didn't stop stroking it. Looking back at him over her shoulder she begged lustily "Oh, Drew fuck me…uh…please cum in my pussy cum in my pussy!" before wrapping her lips back around Alex's cock. 

"Oh fuck yeah, baby, I'll fill up your little cunt!" Drew told her, gripping her hips tightly. Quentin never stopped pounding her ass, using three fingers now, while Grey pinched and pulled at her nipples.

Drew and Alex slammed her now, double fucking her from both ends. They hammered relentlessly, intent on filling her tight body with their hot cream. Penny released a constant guttural scream, overwhelmed by the sensations. Drew was the first to cum, exploding into her hot wet cunt. "Oh, fuck yeah!" he grunted. "Oh I'm cumming in your pussy you little whore!" he called out, slapping her ass while he fucked her. Wave after wave of hot liquid splashed inside Penny's juicy cunt. Penny gasped lustily, and sucked harder on Alex's cock.

Seeing his friend fill up the hot slut's pussy was too much for Alex. He gripped her hair tightly and forced his cock all way down Penny's throat. Penny, wide-eyed, locked her gaze with his. "Here it comes you fucking bitch!" he growled at her, and then threw his head back. Alex's cock twitched in her steaming throat, and two quick jets of hot cum shot into her belly. Alex looked down and slid his cock quickly out of her mouth. Still holding her hair so she couldn't turn away, he aimed his prick at her surprised face. Alex's fist flew over his cock, and three more jets of cum splashed over Penny's pretty face. Penny lapped at it greedily; Alex milked the remainder out onto her eager tongue. The excess hung in obscene tendrils from her chin. Spent, he slid his dick back into her mouth. Penny bathed his cock with her tongue, submissively swallowing every last drop of his seed. "Oh, fuck you suck a good cock!" he complimented her, before removing his cock from her mouth, slapping her wetly face with his softening member a few times before stepping away. Penny beamed a self-satisfied smile and licked her cum-covered lips.

Drew gave her a few more thrusts, and then he, too, withdrew his softening cock from her now cum-filled pussy. Penny whimpered as the head popped out of her tight opening, feeling empty. She raised herself up on her hands and looked back though, and smiled when she caught Quent's lusty gaze. The well-built young man was still sawing his fingers in and out of her ass. She rubbed her cute butt against him. "Okay baby, it's my turn now," he told her in a low, menacing tone. 

"Ooo, are you gonna fuck my ass?" she cooed in her best school-girl voice, wiggling her tight ass at him. 

"Oh, yeah, you little slut, I'm gonna slide this big cock right up your tight little asshole," he threatened, stroking his weapon, slick from his own precum. 

Not to be left out, Grey interjected, "Wait, flip the bitch over so I can fuck her titties."

Quent agreed. "Okay, cunt, stand up," he ordered, tugging on her hair and pulling his fingers out of her ass with an audible "pop." Penny straightened out, shifting her weight back to her dainty high-heeled feet. Drew's cum dripped from her open cunt, leaving a trail down her thigh. Penny's legs wobbled a little, but Quent's firm hold on the well-fucked blonde kept her upright. Quent stole a quick feel of her big tits, compressing them in his large hands. Drew stepped up behind to help out, pulling her baby-doll blouse down over her arms and around her waist, where it bunched together with her slinky black miniskirt. Penny stood with lust in her eyes at the mercy of four horny men, only two of whom had yet fucked her, while strands of cum hung like clear milky stalactites from her chin, her blouse and skirt both bunched uselessly around her waist, exposing her firm round tits and cum-soaked thong panties and a gaping pussy from which cum bubbled and then dripped lazily down her perfect legs towards the black straps of her sexy heels.

Quent spun her around, and quickly pulled Penny's panties down around her ankles. "On your back, slut," he commanded. Penny obeyed immediately, squealing excitedly as she jumped back on the table, and waited for her next command. Her silky blonde hair played out over the desk, contrasting with the dark stain of the tabletop. Grey wasted no time pawing at her tits again before leaning over to suck them into his mouth. He bit gingerly on her firm nipples, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Penny's cum-stained lips. "Open your legs, bitch," Quent ordered. Penny complied, parting her knees. "Wider! Hold 'em open, whore!" he spat. Penny lied on back, submissively brought her legs straight up in the air, and then spread them as wide as she could, reaching around Grey to grasp a slender ankle in each hand, just above the straps of her high heels. She gasped when the cool air struck her sopping wet pussy. The folds parted slowly, stuck together by the recent deposit of semen, to reveal her well-fucked hole. "That's a good girl," Quent complimented her, gripping the root of his hard cock and slapping it against her pussy wetly. Penny cooed each time the knob collided with her hard clit. Quentin gripped her flimsy skirt with one hand, and used the other to guide his impressive pole at Penny's expectant pussy.

"Oh, oh, oh yes!" Penny gasped as her slit opened easily to admit Quentin's cock. She bit her lip when she felt Drew's juice, along with her own, forced out of her cunt by this new invasion, leak down between the globes of her tight ass, and slide wetly across her already loosened asshole. 

"Oh, your pussy's nice and hot little baby," Quentin told her. "I'm gonna fuck it nice and slow, get my cock good and wet before I fuck you in your slutty little ass, okay?" he informed her. Penny panted pleadingly as she raised her head and craned her neck, trying to catch a glimpse of Quentin's hard cock sawing easily in and out of her wet cunt, but all she could see was Grey, squeezing, biting, and sucking on her tits. 

"Oh, I wanna see it! Come on, I wanna see you fuck me!" she whimpered. 

That gave Alex and idea. "Fuck, man I'll go get the camera," he started. "You can watch it again later." He strode off into the back room, and returned a minute later sporting a digital video camera. Standing next to desk he aimed the lens at her face. "Smile for the camera, baby!" he told her. 

Penny shot Alex a lusty smile, chin and cheek still shiny from his cum. "Fuck my slutty little pussy!" she begged the camera, feeling deliciously naughty. Alex walked around the other side and filmed a close up of Quentin's cock gliding in and out of her open wet cunt.

Grey decided it was time for him to get some action. He slid out from under Penny's arm, which was still latched onto her ankle keeping her legs splayed nice and wide for Quentin's cock. Grey stood over her face and tugged downwards at her hair, causing her head to hang over the side of the desk. Penny stared at his thick cock, which bobbed menacingly in front of her face. "Open your mouth, slut," he commanded, quietly but insistently. Penny didn't need to be told twice. She spread her lips wide, and Grey slipped his meat into her mouth. Grey played with her tits while thrusting his hips at her face. His balls bounced against the bridge of her nose as his cock disappeared down her throat. Penny lathered the thick meat with her tongue, sucking at it wetly and emitting lusty moans from her throat. "That's right, suck my cock, bitch, get it good and wet!" he commanded. Penny was only too pleased to comply. Alex caught the oral penetration on video, of course.

Once he felt his cock was sufficiently lubricated, Grey removed it from Penny's hungry mouth, eliciting a whine of disappointment from the slutty blonde cocksucker. "Okay, whore, I'm gonna fuck your tits!" Grey demanded, climbing up on the desk and straddling the defenseless girl's chest. Grey spit on his hands a few times and rubbed his saliva on Penny's mounds, lubricating them as well.

"Yeah, fuck my titties with your big cock!" the little blonde whined. Grey placed his staff between her swollen mammaries and squeezed them together, enveloping his cock. His hips rose and fell, thrusting his shaft between her generous globes. The tip of his cock poked against her lips. Penny opened her mouth, licking and sucking the crown of Grey's dick on each upstroke, savoring the salty taste of his freely-flowing precum. 

By now, Quentin was ready to violate the little slut's ass. He slid his steel rod out of Penny's steaming gash, much to her dismay. Quentin clutched his cock with one hand, and held Penny's ass open with the other, revealing the entrance to her tight back passage, now slick and slimy from the sex juices that leaked from her gaping pussy. Quentin unceremoniously lined up his mushroom head with her tight anal ring, and began to push. Penny cried out in pain and pleasure. "Come on, open it up bitch. Take my cock in your ass…that's a good girl," Quentin growled at her. Penny relaxed as best she could, tugging on her ankles to open up her asshole for him. Still, she screamed when Quentin's fat cock head popped past her tight muscle and worked its way into her back passage. 

"Oh, fuck! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Penny repeated. "My fucking ass, God your cock is so fucking big in my ass!" she cried out pleadingly.

"That's right baby, come on, take my cock," Quentin soothed her, applying firm pressure, as, inch by inch, his cock disappeared into Penny's sexy ass. A constant stream of obscenities emanated from Penny's throat. Her head hung over the back of the desk, her golden hair streaming down. She kept a death grip on her ankles; her heels pointed to opposite ends of the room. Alex kept the tape rolling, capturing Quentin's cock as it slowly but surely pierced Penny's anus until, finally, his pelvis was pressed against hers, his cock bottomed out in her ass. "Oh, shit your ass is so fucking tight!" he exclaimed.

Penny's chest heaved. A constant moan escaped her lips. Quentin remained still for a minute, letting her ass become accustomed to the invader, before slowly withdrawing it. "Oh, God, fuck my ass! Fuck it, fuck it, come on, fuck my ass!" she screamed at him. When his cock was almost all the way out, Quentin slid it back in more quickly. Each stroke he built up speed until he was pounding the spread-legged whore, pistoning his cock in and out of her tight ass. Penny's gooey pussy opened and closed wetly as Quent's cock stretched out her asshole nearby. 

Grey pumped his cock between her tits. Penny's raised her head to take in the scene, transfixed by Grey's cock stabbing at her face while Quentin plowed her ass. Her breathing was quick and ragged, and her head swam, consumed with lust. She swirled her tongue around Grey's cock whenever it came within range. Occasionally Grey would release her tits, grip her hair, and fuck her mouth a few times before continuing his work on her luscious breasts. Alex continued working the camera like Coppola, tracing the little slut's slender, wide-spread legs to their meeting place, where her pussy begged for attention while Quentin filled her ass a few centimeters away. Drew, however, was inconspicuously absent. 




In For a Penny...



Quentin slam-fucked Penny's ass, eliciting cries of absolute lust from her mouth when it wasn't stuffed full of Grey's cock meat. "Oh your fucking cock is so fucking good!" she screamed. "Fuck it, fuck my ass, oh fuck! Come on, make me cum, spank my clitty, spank my slutty little pussy!" she cried out pleadingly. 

Quent obliged, slapping his hand against Penny's wide-open cunt. Penny gasped each time he contacted her engorged clitoris. His other hand he used to finger her pussy, inserting three fingers easily into the juicy gash. "Come on, bitch, cum for me!" he demanded. "Fucking slut cum on my hand!"

"Oh, fuck my little holes!" she screamed. Penny moaned and thrashed on the table, hands locked on her ankles. 

Grey was nearing his climax, having bounced the blonde's generous tits against his dick for several minutes. He sat up and gripped Penny's hair roughly, pulling her face to his cock. "Suck my fucking cock you little whore!" he growled at her, forcing his cock into her hot mouth. Penny gasped, unprepared, but then started sucking obediently, blowing him in earnest, eyes never wavering from his. The constant attention was having the desired effect on Penny. Grey's throbbing cock lodged in her throat, Quentin's meat plowing her tight asshole in addition to both his hands working her sopping wet pussy, and her comprehension of the whole situation as she lie there, on her back, legs spread wide, submissively letting herself be fucked by a group of powerful men combined to bring her an earth-shattering orgasm. Penny's body shook, her pussy convulsed, and her ass clenched tightly around Quentin's cock. A deep, guttural moan symbolizing pure, unadulterated lust escaped her throat only to be muffled by Grey's thick meat, modified to sound that much sexier to her ears. Penny felt like a complete and total slut, and loved every minute of it.

As her orgasm rocked her body, Grey felt his spunk rise from his balls, ready to pour out into Penny's hot wet throat. Instead, he pulled out quickly, and, fist flying over his cock, aiming the weapon at Penny's sweet face. "Get ready bitch, I'm gonna cum all over you!" Grey commanded her. The little slut held her mouth open, begging for his seed. The first salvo met her expectations, impacting the roof of her mouth. The next several shots went wild, striking her forehead, her cheek, her chin, and her hair, covering the lusty blonde's face with wet cum. Grey replaced his cock in her mouth, and Penny lapped at it greedily, milking the remainder of his seed. 

"God damn that's a nasty bitch," whistled Alex, who caught the entire episode on video. Spent, Grey dismounted and stood off to the side, watching Quentin continue to pound her ass.

Penny released her ankles and held on to the table for dear life. Quentin's hands took up the slack, holding on to her ankles and spreading the little slut's legs as wide as he could, boring into her. Penny held her head up and stared down the table, watching with lust as Quentin slammed his powerful body into her, piercing her anus with each stroke. Penny whimpered each time Quentin's heavy balls slapped against her tight ass. 

At that moment, Drew reentered the room, with two gentlemen in tow. "Hey guys," he called out. "Fuck, you made a mess of this one, didn't ya?" he said, noticing Penny's cum-smeared visage. Penny suddenly felt self-conscious. "Nick and Jay, meet Penny. Penny, this is Nick and Jay. They'll be fucking you next," Drew announced, matter-of-factly. 

Penny responded only with a low moan and a lusty glance as she bounced on the table, not even considering the kind of introduction she made. For her first meeting with these two men, Penny was flat on her back, cum all over her face, high heels pointed at opposite ends of the room, tits bouncing around as a stranger slammed his cock into her ass. She was still horny, but started to wonder how many more guys she was going to have to fuck tonight.

"Hey there, beautiful," Nick said, approaching the desk. "You look like you've been having fun," he continued, squeezing a breast. Jay walked over silently and slid a finger up and down her wet slit. 

"Oh, fuck…" she breathed, relishing the sensations these men inflicted on her, but slightly afraid of servicing two more.

"Where's everybody else?" asked Grey. 

"Oh, they're next door pulling a train on Jenna," Drew responded.

"Fuck, Jenna? I've been trying to get at her ass for a month!" Grey replied. "I'm gonna go hit that, I'll be back later," he finished, making for the door.

"Have fun!" Drew laughed after him, "we'll keep this one nice and hot for ya." 

Penny gasped as Quentin bottomed out in her ass. She though of a room full of guys fucking her friend next door. She wasn't sure whether she was jealous of Jenna or sorry for her. More importantly, she wondered how many more of them would wander over here after they were done with her. However, she didn't have much time to think. While Jay was playing with her pussy and Nick pawed at her tits, Drew had come around to her head and dropped his pants. His cock, which had recently deposited a gratuitous amount of spunk in her sloppy pussy was now making its way down her throat. Drew held her head steady and fucked her mouth with long, slow strokes. Penny never protested, she simply brought one hand up to work the shaft as it sawed in and out of her mouth. For the second time tonight she was being fucked at both ends with two more hard cocks waiting for her. The thought coaxed a lusty moan from her throat, muffled by Drew's impressive tool.

Quentin, who had been steadily fucking Penny's ass during all this, was nearing his limit. "Oh, fuck yeah bitch, your hot little ass is gonna squeeze all the cum outta my cock!" he told her, pounding her harder. Penny squealed around Drew's dick and tried to open her legs wider for Quentin. Quent held her ankles at full spread and plowed into Penny, fucking her ass for all she was worth. Her eyes rolled back, and she screamed as loud as she was able as the thick shaft filling up her tight back passage twitched, and began unloading wave after wave of hot sticky fluid into her ass. "Oh, fuck, you nasty slut I'm filling up your ass with my cum!" screamed Quent, throwing his head back. Penny felt the hot juice splash around her bowels, and she sucked harder on Drew's cock, crying out around it. 

Quentin pumped her slowly for another thirty seconds or so before withdrawing his softening cock. Penny whimpered, feeling empty. Quent allowed her legs to fall, and dangle over the edge of the table. Cum bubbled and leaked from both her holes now, spilling onto the desktop. Penny wasn't given any time to recover. Drew pulled his cock out of her mouth, and slapped it a few times against her face before pulling her up to her feet. Jay and Nick gathered around her, and Penny looked up at them lustily, wondering what they had in store for her next. Drew pushed her down to a squatting position in front of them. Penny rested on her haunches, but the position spread her pussy and ass wide open, allowing the evening's cum deposits to drip out and pool on the floor beneath her. "Suck our cocks, whore," he ordered her.

Penny obeyed, opening her mouth wide to envelop Drew's dick. Her hands reached for Nick and Jay's shafts, and she stroked them eagerly while Drew fucked her mouth. Penny's eyes locked on theirs, desperate to please. They returned her gaze with lust. Jay grabbed her hair and pulled her head over to his cock. Penny licked it from base to tip, then swirled her tongue around the bulbous head while her hand worked Drew's shaft. 

"Yeah, that's good, slut, suck my cock real good," Jay told her. Penny let a satisfied purr roll around the meat penetrating her hot mouth. Nick demanded his piece of the action as well, so he, too, pulled her away, this time directing her pretty face to his throbbing organ. Penny worked them each in turn, always sucking and slobbering wetly on one hard cock while she stroked the other two. The men complimented her frequently, telling her what a good cocksucker she was. 

Nothing ever made Penny quite to wet as sucking a cock. It was her favorite form of foreplay, and the act of licking and swallowing three of them set her pussy in overdrive, producing copious amounts of fluid. She felt the need for another fucking, and soon. "Fuck me, please?" she asked while traversing between hard cocks. She squirmed, desperate for some attention. "Oh God, please, please fuck me!" she begged, looking from man to man with a pleading look in her eyes. 

"Fuck, man, this bitch can't wait, can she!" Jay asked. 

"You have no idea," Drew told him. "This slut is insatiable!" Penny mewled around Nick's cock in her mouth, hearing them talk about her like that. 

"Please fuck me, please fuck my pussy or my ass, please?" she begged, staring at Jay with desperation in her eyes.

"Heh, all right. How about I fuck your little pussy, slut?" Jay asked her. Penny nodded her head excitedly and released a gleeful squeal around Drew's cock stuffed in her mouth. 

Jay walked around back of Penny and coaxed her to stand. She did so, her lips never moving from Drew's hard shaft. Jay lied on the floor, sliding his legs between Penny's and scooting down to align his cock with her cunt. He gripped his cock with one hand and her ass with the other, and, aiming his rock-hard dick, eased Penny's pussy slowly down over his erection. Penny squealed, delighted to be stuffed full of hard cock again. She bounced herself easily, impaled with each stroke on Jay's rod, still alternately sucking off Drew and then Nick. 

"There you go, fuck yourself on my cock, bitch," Jay told her, thrusting his pelvis up to meet hers. He guided Penny with his hands on her waist, underneath her bunched miniskirt and blouse. Jay ran one hand down over her ass, her smooth legs, to her slender ankles and then the straps of her high heels. Then he gripped her ass with both hands and pulled down now, slamming her on his cock. Penny screamed around Nick's cock in her mouth as Jay's hand rapped against her bare ass, spanking his little slut.


"Fuck, bitch, you got a hot pussy!" Jay told her, pounding her cunt repeatedly. Passionate moans escaped her lips.

"Shit, Jay, I want a piece of that," Nick started, holding Penny's hair while he fucked her sweet throat.

"No problem, man, there's plenty to go around," Jay replied, slowing Penny's frantic oscillations. She didn't want to stop, but he held her tightly, forcing her to rest. Then he lifted her easily off his cock.

"No…no…fuck me…" Penny begged breathlessly. 

"Shh…shhh…" Jay told her. "Open up for me, baby, I'm gonna fuck you in the ass now." 

"Okay…" Penny whined in response. She raised herself up, then used her hands to spread her ass cheeks open. Jay gripped his cock and aimed it at her asshole, now gaping and frothing with cum after Quentin's expert attention. Jay set her down gently, his cock piercing her anus with ease. "Oh, fuck…" was all Penny could respond, eyes closed, head held back. Soon she was all the way down, ass impaled on Jay's hard shaft. Jay bounced her on his cock a few times before pulling her back on him, locking his arms under her knees, and spreading her legs open. Nick moved into the opening.

"No, no, wait…" Penny started, only now realizing what was about to happen. "Oh, God, that's too much!" she pleaded. Penny tried to struggle, but off-balance and impaled on Jay's cock, there was nowhere to go. 

"Shhh…shh…." Jay whispered again in her ear. Nick knelt down and guided his cock quickly into Penny's gaping cunt. She cried out in shock and momentary pain, feeling fuller than anytime in her life. Nick gave her no time to recover, immediately pounding her pussy as hard as he could, oblivious to her protests. Jay picked up on the act, thrusting his pelvis into her from below, spearing Penny's ass. The two well-hung men mercilessly fucked both Penny's orifices. 

"Oh, fuck…oh my God, oh my God…" Penny moaned breathlessly. She had never experienced anything even close to this before. Her body was passed between them like a rag doll. Alex knelt down with his camera to get a good shot of both cocks piercing her holes simultaneously. 

A stream of obscenities flowed freely from her lips, until Drew knelt beside her and fed Penny his cock, shutting her up. Now she could only scream around his thick erection while Jay and Nick plugged her ass and pussy. Penny's body exploded with lust. She pushed back against them as hard as she could, forcing Jay and Nick as deep into her body as she could manage. Her hand came up to grip Drew's buttocks, pulling him towards her mouth while she opened her throat, taking him deep inside. Penny rutted against the three cocks piercing her body, completely overcome by pure animal lust. 

"That's right, suck my cock, btich!" Drew screamed at her, hands locked in her hair. He force-fucked her throat while his buddies did the same to her ass and pussy. Penny responded with carnal moans.

Nick coaxed her on as well. "Fuck you gotta hot little pussy!" he told her, positioning one of her legs over his shoulder. 

Drew withdrew his cock from her throat and slapped it against her face. "Oh, you're a nasty little whore, aren't you?!" he demanded, cock thumping against Penny's forehead. 

"Yeah, I'm your nasty little whore!" Penny spat back. "Come on, fuck me, fuck me with your big cocks, fill up my tight little holes!" Drew shoved his cock back in her mouth and fucked her throat with abandon. Jay and Nick pumped her ass and pussy, respectively, determined to cream their little fuck-slut.

Drew was the first to go, however. He slammed his cock down Penny's throat, over and over again, as she wetly licked and sucked on his throbbing meat. He locked eyes with her and growled, "Get ready bitch, here it comes, all my hot cum down your fucking throat!" With that, his cock twitched in her mouth, sending forth stream after stream of hot cream. Penny gagged, and Drew pulled out of her throat, filling her mouth to overflowing instead. Penny swallowed as much as she could, but the run-off spilled out over her lips to hang in obscene tendrils from her chin. Drew worked his cock in and out of her mouth a few more times to clean it off before removing it and stepping back, spent. Penny smiled at him, licking her lips.

Jay, his cock buried in her tight anus, was the next to go. He slammed his cock into her ass as hard as he could, forcing her down on his cock. "I'm gonna fill up your fucking asshole with my cum!" he hissed in her ear. 

"Fuck, yeah, fill up my little asshole! Come on, come on, fuck your little slut's ass!" Penny's eyes rolled back in her head. Jay gave one last mighty thrust, and then exploded into her bowels, flooding them with hot semen. Penny felt the steamy liquid fill her up and clenched down on her ass and pussy. 

That set Nick off, too. He gripped her hips, bore down, and let loose a torrent of spunk into her sloppy cunt, adding to the growing collection. "Oh, fuck, there's so much cum in my pussy!" Penny cried as the men fucking her continued to convulse. Finally, they, too, were spent, and withdrew from her cum-filled holes. 

Penny slowly got to her knees, both her ass and pussy leaking cum, with still more covering her face. Her skirt and blouse, both soiled by cum and sweat, clung to her hips. Drew, Jay and Nick helped her to her high-heeled feet. Penny stood there looking thoroughly dazed and extremely well-fucked, as the front door opened, and ten men entered. The cute red-haired girl they pulled along with them seemed to be in an even sorrier state than Penny. She was totally naked with cum matted in her hair and splashed all over her body. Alex's camera zoomed in on Penny's face, capturing the moment she recognized Jenna and realized, obviously, things were just getting started.



In For a Penny...



To the reader: After I'd finished this story, I didn't know where to put it. It contains elements of several Lit categories, and I probably could have put it in any one of them. In the end, I decided to put it in Fetish, although it's very much a Loving Wives tale, as you'll soon see.

NOTE: Every word of this is true. (Except for "Every word of this is true.")

*****

I sat on the edge of our four-poster bed and gazed at myself in the mirror. 

I was wearing black thigh-high lace-top stockings, black leather thigh-high Pleaser boots with 5-inch spiked heels, impossibly large silver hoop earrings, Revlon Love That Red lipstick (#725, if you'd like to know), nail polish meticulously matched to my lips, a sexy black lace D-cup bra, and a black leather miniskirt that hugs my ass like a second skin (thank you, Forever 21). 

My eyes were painted with heavy black liquid eyeliner (Taylor Momsen eat your heart out!), and I wore a black chiffon-like top with longish sides that could be tied in the front. (I had them tied thus so that my tits jutted out.) 

My blond hair was brushed out straight and swept over my right shoulder, partially obscuring my eye in what I hoped was a kind of Veronica Lake peek-a-boo look. The contrast between my very blond hair, the black clothing, black eye makeup, and my red lips and nails was, if I do say so myself, striking. 

My only other accessory was a black choker with rhinestones on it that spelled out "SEXY." Although "SEXY" may be too kind. The word that best described this ensemble is slutty. 

Oh, and I'm a guy. 

Name's Jim. 

The D-cup bra holds a pair of silicone breast forms, which are attached to my chest with medical-grade adhesive.

And I'm waiting for my wife. 

Only she doesn't know I'm waiting for her. Not like this, anyway. 

Let me back up a minute. I have some 'splainin' to do. 

I'm a big fan of Lit. So is my wife. A few years ago, while I was browsing the stories, looking for something suitable to share with her, I stumbled across a very steamy 6-part series titled Birthday Present written by an author named donnaallure. The excellent stories were about a wife who gives her husband what she thinks will be the ultimate surprise on his birthday - a femme makeover. The objective? To turn them both on and give her a lesbian lover who's actually her husband. The stories were very well written, and included a bit of BDSM to spice them up. (As if they needed any more spicing after that premise.) 

Over the past few years, our sex life has dwindled a bit. Okay. A lot. Granted, we've been married nearly 12 years. And we're incredibly busy with our careers and so, as a result, tired a lot. So, the hot, kinky, and raw sex from the early days of our marriage has been absent. And we both miss it. For some reason, I thought the erotic Birthday Present stories might do the trick and add back some of our earlier vigor. 

I'd never thought of crossdressing. Or, if I did, the idea held no appeal for me. I wasn't gay. Nor was I bi. Nor a cuckold. Nor a sissy. I don't begrudge others if they embrace those orientations or lifestyles. But none were for me. So what would be the point of crossdressing?

And yet, there I was, dolled up like a tart. 

Did I mention the butt plug in my ass? No? Well, there was one. 

I looked at myself in the large mirror attached to my wife's dresser.

The hell was I thinking? 

I doubt I'll ever pass as a woman. After all, I'm middle aged, slightly overweight (but not terribly so - I'm pretty active) and kind of tall for a gal. In these heels, I stand about 6'4". I weigh around 220. 

I glanced beside me on the bed at the 6-inch black strap on and harness, bottle of lube, and four neat piles of coiled rope. Was this really a good idea? What will my wife think? Will she be turned on? Disgusted? 

The longer I waited, the more of my nerve I lost.

How did I go from macho man to "lesbian" escort at the age of 45? For that matter, what was it about those Birthday Present Lit stories that, okay I'll admit it, turned me on? 

I think it was the fact that my wife is a bi-babe who'd had two lesbian encounters while we were married. She loved it. (So did I, truth be told; I got to participate in one of them.) Our mutual female friend with whom she'd experimented moved away, and my wife has missed that kind of excitement. So I copied the links to the Birthday Present stories and sent them to my wife in an e-mail along with a lot of links to lesbian porn (her fave) from XHamster and stories from Lit. 

After that, I didn't hear anything more form her - although from time to time she'd use one of the phrases in the stories in casual conversation. "In for a penny, in for a pound," she'd tell me, off handedly. 

One day, while helping her make a backup of her laptop, I found a very steamy Word document titled "For Jim" on her desktop. I opened it...and my jaw dropped open. 

In it, she had written (in great detail, mind you) all the delightfully kinky things she wanted to do with me - from movie theater encounters to sleazy hotel sessions complete with me roughly playing with her breasts and tying her up, to - this surprised me - bending me over the bed, tying my hands to the bed posts and fucking me from behind with a strap on...while she stroked my dick wearing latex gloves. 

I'm not the smartest tool in the shed. But I put two and two together. Those stories had made a bigger impression on her than I first suspected. 

A couple of years passed with no action taken, by either one of us. 

After awhile, I began to think about those stories again. Why not do something really out there and crossdress for my wfe, greet her at the door some evening, and tell her - in my best femme voice - that her husband knew how much she wanted another lesbian encounter and that I had been hired for an hour to service her? 

So, I decided to play the role of a crossdressing escort. And I decided to play it to the hilt. 

In for a penny, in for a pound. 

I began to shop around, buying bras and silicone inserts here, a few tubes of lipstick there, and an occasional dress or skirt with a nice top. I got away with it - even when one of those self-checkout scanners balked at a price tag I was trying to scan (it was a lacy black 36 B-cup bra) and a female clerk had to come over and help me. 

"Figures it breaks down now," I laughed, thinking quickly and making sure she saw my wedding ring. "My wife sends me in to buy this for her and look what happens."

The clerk chuckled at my predicament. But she didn't suspect I was buying the bra for myself, thank God. 

No matter what I bought, though, nothing really got my motor running. It just wasn't enough. Not sexy enough. Not sleazy enough. Not femme enough. (There's only so much Walmart can offer a guy interested in crossdressing for his wife.) One day, I discovered there's a very large store in our state that specializes in a wide variety of items for the crossdresser. So I visited their web site and bought some of them. 

Okay, a lot of them. Including humongous D-cup breast forms, thigh-high leather boots (very kinky!), and LaDame women's shoes, which are specially made for men. When all the packages arrived (it took a couple of weeks), I opened them all at once. Jeepers creepers. Just what I had been looking for. Shoes! Any guy can buy dresses or tiny silicone inserts at Walmart. But until a guy buys women's high-heeled pumps - or thigh-high leather boots with a 5-inch spiked heel - well, he just can't call himself a real crossdresser - a statement that made me chuckle. What guy would want to call himself that, anyway?

I put on the boots, practiced walking in them, and then applied the breast forms, slathering them with the special adhesive so they'd stick tight, and stuffed them into the D-cup bra. 

It gave me a whole new outlook on life. 

Over the summer, I practiced in earnest, trying on this and that, wearing outfits I'd purchased, and even applying different colors of lipstick. 

Once, I even put on the bra and D-cup breast forms and went to get a pack of cigarettes at the local convenience store. Granted, I wore a large, baggy jacket that I hoped hid me enough so that no one could tell I was rather busty for a dude. Still, I wanted to try going out to see what it felt like. 

It felt good. 

So I took it a step further, got dolled up (breast forms, a tight black miniskirt, dangly earrings, and a really nice purple and black top that made my breasts look huge) and I found some lesbian porn. 

Let me tell you, beating one's meat while wearing an outfit like that is a thrill I can't even begin to describe. My breasts bounced and swayed and jiggled. Boy, did they jiggle. Now I know what a woman feels like when she is getting fucked. I also discovered why women with larges breasts complain about backaches. My back was sore after spending a day wearing these lifelike silicone forms. (Gals, my sympathies.) For an extra bouncy thrill, I'd stuff the D-cup forms into the B-cup underwire bra, which caused my breasts to spill over the top and jiggle like six pounds of Jello in a three-pound bowl. 

I was able to do all this without my wife finding out because she travels a lot for work, and is often gone for days at a time. 

One night when I was alone, must have been around twelve o'clock, I decided to walk outside total en femme. So, I put on the entire outfit - black pumps included - and started toward our car. The heels made a horrendous racket on the pavement. The dead of night, instead of providing ample cover to practice my femme skills, amplified every sound of my walking. I chickened out when I got about half-way to the car and turned around...and quickly walked back inside, click-clacking the entire way. 

Still...

I was determined to go through with it, which must give you an idea of how badly I wanted to rekindle our sexual spark. I really do love my wife. And I know she loves me. So I was hell-bent on doing whatever it took to rev up her engines, even if it meant totally embarrassing myself. 

But, at that point, I still wasn't sure what "it" was. I just knew that I wanted to turn on my wife - and, hopefully, myself while I was at it. 

Eventually, I discovered crossdresser porn that gave me outfit and makeup tips. I found a lot of it, mostly on Tumblr sites - not to mention a few threads on Lit. A lot of those crossdressers were hot. And their outfits were, well...let's just say I was jealous they had the bodies to pull them off. 

Bolstered by my new-found confidence, not to mention a growing femme verisimilitude, I began to hatch a plan. I even bought the aforementioned butt plug, thinking that would help stretch me out to the point where my wife could, well, live out her fantasy. 

Which brings me back to the beginning of my story...and why I found myself sitting, dressed as a cheap hooker, waiting for my wife. Well, maybe not a cheap hooker. More like an expensive - or, at least, reasonably priced - escort. 

It was now or never. 

I was ready to give my wife a treat a la the Birthday Surprise stories, plant whore-red lipstick kisses on her breasts, lick her delicious pussy, make her come a few times, and then let her have her way with me while she was all steamed up. 

That was the plan, anyway. And I had carefully rehearsed it for a week or two, even down to what I'd say and how I'd say it. 

Funny how real life has a way of throwing pre-scripted events to the wind. 

The night I sat en femme (en ho?) waiting for my wife, she was late getting home; hence, my ebbing nerve. The minutes crawled by. At 5:45 (she's usually home by 5:15), I was ready to pack up all of my stuff and forget the whole thing.

But then I thought of my wife, Samantha (Sam for short), and our waning sex life...and I stayed put, waiting. 

Sam is a hottie who stands about 5'6" tall, maybe 130 pounds, has a 100-watt smile, and really nice C-cup breasts that jiggle just so when she walks. And let's not get started on her ass, which is delectable. When she puts on her black leather thigh-high boots, garter belt, black lace panties, teases her hair, applies thick mascara, and pours herself into a corset she looks like a MILF. Okay, a streetwalking MILF. But you get the idea. She looked hot. 

At least, that's what I remember. She hasn't worn an outfit like that in years. 

So I figured I would. 

And I was. Minus the corset, of course. I had on what I thought was a hot, albeit whorish, outfit. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

Finally, I heard her car pull in the driveway. I glanced at the alarm clock. It was nearly 6:00. 

I lept to my feet. 

It was now or never. No way to back out - especially wearing the adhesive-attached breast forms - in the scant moments it would take her to walk from the car to the front door. I had to go through with it. 

I gave myself a final once over in the mirror, smoothed the leather skirt over my ass, ran my hands up my stockings, boosted my tits upward, gave the butt plug a little push to keep it tucked inside, and raced to the door as fast as my high-heeled legs would carry me. The plan was to throw open the door, and breathily whisper (in my best feminine, husky voice - which, in my mind, was supposed to sound like Marilyn Monroe singing Happy Birthday to JFK) "Surprise!" 

Only I never got that far. 

I opened the door and got as far as "Sur-" when I saw not just my wife standing there...but her coworker Cindy as well. I had never met Cindy before. But she fit my wife's description of her perfectly. 

"Oh, shit," I said. 

The look on my wife's face probably matched mine: abject horror. 

The look on Cindy's face was hard to read. 

I had to think. And damn fast. 

"Trick or treat!" I said with as much bravado as I could muster. 

Probably not the smartest thing a guy who resembles a tawdry crossdressing escort could say. But it was the week of Halloween. So I thought I could pull it off. 

There was a pause. A long one. 

"I can see what the trick is," Cindy said. "But what's the treat?"

I laughed. It probably came out sounding like Don Knotts in the Ghost and Mr. Chicken, or Danny Kaye in White Christmas - you know, high-pitched and nervous. More of a giggle than a laugh. 

My wife just glared at me. 

Clearly, Cindy - who I've long suspected my wife fancies - is also a hottie. Even Stevie Wonder could see that. She's a blonde, big-breasted woman about the same age as Sam (35), but a little taller. They'd gone out to movies before and an occasional evening with the girls. But, to my knowledge, the two of them never did anything sexual because my wife wasn't sure Cindy fancied her back. Because they only hung out a few times, and - as I mentioned, I had never met her - I had no reason to believe my wife might bring Cindy home with her tonight. 

Since I was now stuck with it, I embellished my Halloween cover. 

"So, what do you guys think?" said I. "Will this win me first prize at the office Halloween party?"

I regretted it the second I said it. I didn't have an office. I was a consultant who worked from home. My wife knew that, of course. I just hoped Cindy didn't

"Can't tell yet," Cindy said. "Give us a twirl."

My wife still hadn't said a word.

I backed away from the door into our house. I didn't want our neighbors to see me like this. I was embarrassed enough as it is. 

As I backed up, Cindy boldly stepped forward, followed by my stone-faced wife who, bless her heart, at least had the courtesy to close the door behind them. 

I gave them a twirl. 

"Yeah," Cindy said. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

She turned to my wife.

"What do you think, Sam? Will she win first prize?"

Sam found her voice. 

"Maybe," she said, slowly. "But it depends on what her name is. That might make or break the look she's going for."

She paused. 

"So," Sam said, obviously pushing me, "what's your name...hon?"

Hell. I hadn't thought that far ahead. Not even my "script" for this event included a name for me. I was just going to be the nameless, shameless whore, hired for a romp in the sack with Samantha. 

"Uh, Veronica," I said. "But you can call me Ronnie." I extended my hand to shake someone's. Anyone's. 

"Ronnie," Cindy said as she took my hand and gave it a light, feminine handshake. "Pleased to meet you." Pause. "So, Ronnie, are you going to invite us to sit down? Or do you expect us to stand here all night?"

My wife did not extend her hand. I glanced down at her shoes, thinking I was later going to get an ass kicking with them. I wanted to see what I was in for. She had on a conservative office-appropriate pants suit and black 3-inch pumps. Maybe black 3-inch pumps wouldn't hurt much, I thought. Maybe. 

"Have a seat," said I, not know how far I should take this charade. After all, the Big Event I had anticipated wasn't going to happen now. So what was the point of continuing as Ronnie any longer?

"I think I'll go upstairs and change," I said, turning toward the stairs. 

"Hold on, Ronnie," Sam said, emphasizing the name Ronnie. "Could you get us a couple of glasses of chardonnay before you change out of that, uh, adorable little outfit?"

I froze. Now what? I thought.

"Sure," I said. "Just be a minute."

I crossed the living room and disappeared into the kitchen, my thigh-high boots click-clacking across the tile floor. I rummaged around to find two wine glasses. Well, why not make it three? What kind of host would I be if I didn't have a drink with them? 

As I popped the cork and poured the wine, I heard whispers and laughter coming from the living room. I couldn't make out what they were saying. But they seemed to be having a good time of it. At my expense, no doubt. My face burned red. The hell had I gotten myself into?

I returned to see Cindy sitting on the couch. My wife sat next to her. I mean, right next to her. Cindy was smoking a cigarette...and watching me intently. 

Since I have a bit of a smoking fetish, I could feel my dick starting to rise; however, I was only wearing lace panties under my leather skirt and I was afraid it would quickly become obvious that I was more of a Ron than a Ronnie. 

It would look suspicious if I turned around now. So I quickly walked over to them, my tits bouncing with each step. I handed each a glass of wine in turn - starting with my wife. I hoped that would earn me some points...and avoid the impending ass kicking. 

As soon as my hands were empty. I spun around and headed toward the kitchen. Why I didn't take that opportunity to dash up the stairs to get out of this ridiculous outfit is beyond me. The hell was I thinking? 

"Where are you going, Ronnie?" my wife asked. 

"Just getting a glass of wine for myself," I said, willing my dick to behave itself.

Once in the kitchen, I grabbed my glass of wine and took an unladylike gulp. I poured it full again and strolled carefully (heel, toe, heel toe) back into the living room and sat in the chair opposite them. I crossed my booted legs, hoping beyond hope that my growing excitement had gone unnoticed...or, at least, wouldn't be noticed if it happened again. Hmm. Come to think of it, I could have sworn I saw Cindy glance southward when I entered the room the first time...and smile, ever so slightly, like Mona Lisa.

Maybe I imagined it. 

What difference would it make if she smiled at me or not? Cindy isn't my wife. And it wasn't like I could quickly shoo Cindy out so I could jump my wife's bones...even if she wanted me to - which, at this point, I was quite sure she did not. 

But I couldn't take my eyes of Cindy. She was pulling out all the stops, smoking a Marlboro Light 100 sensuously and slowly, taking long drags, French inhaling, even demonstrating a wicked snap-inhale technique. She took measured sips of her wine and looked at me with an expression I could not read. Bemusement? Pity? Why was she looking at me - well, aside from the fact that I was obviously a guy dressed as a hooker.




In For a Penny...



I turned away, feigning disinterest. 

When I looked back, I saw that it was my wife smoking this time, also a Marlboro Light 100. Where had she gotten that? She didn't have cigarettes...did she? 

My wife knows about my smoking fetish. She even used to indulge me sometimes, which is why an ashtray sat - to this point unused - on the table beside the couch. She had to know what this was doing to me. To see two hot women - in my own home! - smoking, well, let's just say I regretted not adding one essential piece to my wardrobe...a gaff. 

Damn. My leather skirt started to feel a wee bit tighter. I remembered an episode of the Simpsons, the one in which Homer has to "think unsexy thoughts" to cool his infatuation with Mindy, a coworker. 

So I tried it. 

Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. 

It wasn't working. 

I kept stealing glances at Cindy's frosty pink lipstick. Had she been wearing that the whole time? Or had she put it on when I was in the kitchen? I watched her inhale and exhale, her enormous tits rising and falling. 

Tits? Wait a minute. I just realized that Cindy's dark gray blazer was draped beside her over the arm of the couch. Her tits were doing a bit of jutting themselves, her ample cleavage on display in the tight pink, low-cut top she was wearing. They had to be double D. At least. Risng and falling. Rising and falling.

Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. 

"You know, I'm not so sure any more," my wife said, a strange gleam in her eyes. "I don't think Ronnie's outfit is good enough to win first prize. What do you think, Cindy?"

Sam took a drag from her Marlboro Light and passed it to Cindy. Damn. They were sharing Cindy's cigarette. I always thought it was hot when women did that. 

"How about if you give us another twirl, Ronnie?" Cindy said, taking a deep drag, a smile raising the corners of her mouth (I didn't imagine it this time). "Slowly. We need to get a better look at you." 

She hadn't exhaled yet so each word was punctuated with a puff of smoke that escaped her shiny pink lips, until the end of her sentence when she sensuously blew out the rest straight at me. 

Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts.

"Good idea," Sam said, reaching for Cindy's cigarette. She took a drag, French inhaled (when had she learn to do that?), and passed it back to her. "Show us what you got, Ronnie." 

Cindy took a long drag from the proffered cigarette, paused...

...and leaned over to kiss Sam square on the mouth, exhaling at the same time. Sam inhaled. They broke their kiss and Sam, now wearing some of Cindy's pink lipstick, exhaled a long, thin stream toward the ceiling. Cindy casually reached over and, using her thumb, wiped away lipstick that had strayed outside of Sam's lips. 

"I kind of like your shade," Sam said. "Why don't you put more on me?"

Cindy reached over and grabbed her purse, rummaged in it, and extracted a tube of lipstick. She yanked the top off and twirled the bottom, a cylinder of pink emerging from the hole. 

"Well, that's one way to do it," Sam said. "You could always just..."

She let the thought trail out. 

Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. 

"Oh, this is for me," Cindy said, glancing down at the tube of lipstick. "After I apply more to your lips."

Cindy leaned closer to Sam and kissed her again, sloppily, her lipstick smearing onto Sam's previously (mostly) uncoated lips. 

They broke their lip lock. San turned to face me, her lips in a pout. 

"What do you think, Ronnie?" Sam said. "Is it on straight?"

I nodded, stupidly. Obviously, the two were closer than I thought. Either that, or they were putting on one hell of a show for me tonight. 

But to what end? I looked at Sam with pleading eyes. What did she want Ronnie, er me, to do? Whatever it was, she wasn't letting on. 

All I knew is that if I stood up, my erection would be clearly visible under my leather skirt. If I stayed where I was, they'd just keep teasing me and I'd likely pop off in my panties. Which would be less embarrassing? Besides, this butt plug was becoming uncomfortable. 

My mind raced. I was in uncharted territory, with no "script" to help me make the next decision. Damn life for not following my well-rehearsed evening. 

"Come on, Ronnie," Cindy said, after reapplying more pink delight to her lips and putting the tube back into her purse. "You do want to win first prize at your office...don't you?" She held out her cigarette. Sam took it. 

I squirmed in my chair, my breasts jiggling as I changed positions. I didn't like how Cindy emphasized the word "office." 

"I dunno, Cindy," Sam said. She slowly eyed me from my thigh-high boots to the choker around my neck. "Ronnie's outfit looks a little over the top for an office Halloween party." Pause. "Maybe she has something else in mind." 

Sam took a drag from Cindy's cigarette and blew another stream toward the ceiling. She looked at me, expectantly. It was like the scene in Field of Dreams in which Shoeless Joe hunkers down in the outfield, hands on his knees, waiting to see how the batter swings so he can gauge where the ball is going to fly. 

I ran my tongue over my lips. They felt dry. I drained my wine in one big gulp and set the empty glass on the end table beside me. Liquid courage, as they say. 

I stood up, teetering unsteadily in my 5-inch thigh high boots (or maybe it was the wine affecting my balance), my leather skirt tenting with reckless abandon.

Now it was the girls' turn to stare. Only they weren't staring at my face, I can assure you. But I was past caring at that point. 

Sam's husband had hired me to be her escort. So, by God, that's precisely what I was going to be. (In for a penny, in for a pound, remember?)

Time to earn my money, even if I was "paying" myself. 

"Mind if I share a smoke with you?" I asked, using my huskiest femme voice. "But after I visit the little girl's room. I have to freshen my lipstick." 

*****

End Part One. 

If there's interest, I'll write Part Two. If not, I hope you enjoyed this story.