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Awakening Desires Ch. 1

By: Humble



Sue Gibbons and Carol Weston were sipping iced tea on Carol's patio. Carol was a shapely brunette, tall and athletic. At twenty seven, she looked even younger, passing for a college student when she went out. Sue was shorter and slightly bigger in build. They were talking about their husbands. Carol's husband, Jim was the football coach at the local college and was twelve years older than his wife. "I don't understand Jim sometimes," she said to her friend. "When we first got married sex was great just by itself. Now, he always seems to want to do more just to enjoy it." 

"More?" said Sue, interested. "Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know. Different things. He's always talking about fantasies, all these different situations which would never happen in a million years. He really seems to get off on them, but I think they're just plain silly."

Sue shook her head. "Don't be so sure they're silly. Besides, I think most men are like that. They always have these little scenarios going on in their heads. Haven't you ever imagined another guy while you were with Jim? I know I have when I'm with Dave."

"Well, maybe once or twice, but not every single time."

"If you want my advice, you'll play along. You might even like it. David was the same way, always after me to make up little fantasies. Finally, about six months or so ago, I decided it wouldn't do any harm to indulge him a little and try it out for awhile. I tell you, it really changed things. If it helps the sex, then what's the problem?"

"Maybe you're right," Carol admitted. "What happened with you?"

Sue laughed and took a sip of her tea, looking a little self conscious. She said nervously, "I wouldn't tell this to anyone but you and you have to promise not to tell anyone else." 

"I promise." 

"Ok. About six months ago, like I said, Dave started talking about fantasies every time we made love. When I decided to go along with what he wanted, he made me talk like I was 'confessing' to him something that really happened to me. He had one in particular fantasy that we kept coming back to- me getting gang- banged by a bunch of guys. It really turned him on."

Carol shook her head and Sue continued.

"We did that for a bit and each time he wanted the stories to be more and more explicit. It took me a little while to get into it, but then I got into it too and he was like a wild man in bed. It got to be sort of cool to be able to turn him on like that with just a story."

"What did you say?" Carol asked.

"Oh, we had different ones. Dave's favorite was when there were workers around for some reason or other and they tied me up and took turns fucking me. That really got him cranked up." Sue looked embarrassed. "We even made some bonds and he would tie me up while I was telling the story. We had some wild times with that."

Carol said, "Why is it that men always have this fantasy about women being fucked by a bunch of guys? I bet if that happened in real life they'd go crazy and go out and shoot somebody or something. Besides, those sorts of things never happen in real life anyway."

Sue got a real funny look on her face and Carol said, "Don't tell me that you..."

Her friend shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say? Maybe talking about it made it ok or something. But last week something happened and Dave was far from angry."

"What happened?" Carol found herself getting interested. After all, this was not just a story, this was something that her best friend had actually done. It reminded her of the times they had told each other about their boyfriends back in high school. 

"Remember I told you we were remodeling the bedroom? Last week the store called to tell us they would be delivering the furniture that day. Dave started joking right away that here was my chance to see if my fantasy could come true. I teased him about how I'd certainly have to tip them for their work and since we were short of cash, I'd have to come up with some other way to pay them off. 

I could see Dave was getting more and more into it. He told me to wait a minute and he ran out of the room. He was gone about ten minutes. He came back with a big smile on his face. I knew something was up, but he wouldn't tell me what. I was wearing this little tiny robe with nothing on underneath it but a long T-shirt and I told him I had to get dressed before the delivery got there. He said there was plenty of time and pushed me back against the counter and started talking about how this was my big opportunity to do something wild. He began to kiss me and reached under the robe to rub my breasts. I started to get aroused and I thought it would be funny to send him off to work with a hard-on, so I told him I was going to do it. 

He pulled my robe open and pushed my shirt up and started really working me over. It didn't take very long before I was really horny and I told him to take me right there in the kitchen. I was pretty hot. 

Probably nothing would have happened if just then the doorbell hadn't rung. We put ourselves back together real fast and Dave slipped out the back door with a grin and told me to enjoy myself. I was still pretty horny and was thinking I'd get the guys out of there fast so I could get my vibrator out and get myself off." 

Carol swallowed her tea and said, "Sounds like Dave was open to the fantasy after all. I never would have thought he'd carry it that far." 

"You haven't heard the half of it," Sue said as she continued her tale. "I opened the door and there were guys from the store standing there. They were pretty young, probably college students or something . They weren't shy at all about giving me the once over. I mean, my robe barely came down to my thighs, so there was plenty to look at. 

We had ordered a dresser and chest of drawers and a big, heavy table. I told them to follow me upstairs and they brought the stuff in. I could almost feel their eyes on my legs as we walked up the steps. One of the guys said, 'Ummm, ummm, ummm,' and sort of smacked his lips. I half-turned around and gave them a little smile. 

When we got to the bedroom, I saw that Dave had tied rope to the four bedposts and made sure that it was laying out in plain sight. The guy who had said something picked up one of the ropes. Dave had already put loops in the end of each one. 

The guy laughed and said, “What are these for?” 

They were looking at me with little smiles on their faces, like it was all a big joke. I told them we must have forgotten to take them off the last time we used them. 

The guy said, “Man, you ain't really into nothing like that. Besides, these ropes are way to short to fit you. I bet you've never done this kind of thing in your life.” 

“Sure I have,” I told him. 

“Well, let's see if you're right. Hop on up here and let's see if these things are the right size. Unless you're just putting us on.” He made it sound like a challenge. I took a deep breath and decided to go for it. 

I eased myself onto the bed and the guy put the ropes over my ankles and pulled them tight. Dave had set it up so that my legs were spread way out and I knew that if they cared to bend over a little they could see right up my robe. 

He said, “Well, what do you know, the bottom ones fit. Let's just try the top ones now. Just to be sure.” 

I laid back and my wrists were secured tightly. There I was, spread-eagled in front of two complete strangers. When I stretched my arms out, my robe was pulled up and it only came down to my stomach. My T shirt was just barely covering my crotch. I was breathing heavy and was really horny by this time.

The guy reached over and undid my robe while the other one started to take his clothes off. He pushed up my shirt and they were surprised to find that I was naked underneath. He pinched my nipples and I started moaning. 

"Weren't you afraid they might be weirdos or something?" Carol asked. 

Sue shook her head. "God, I was so horny at that point I would have probably done anything they wanted,no matter how weird. They took their clothes off and man, I swear the one guy must have been like nine or ten inches long. He climbed on top and stuck his cock inside me. He started slow and teased me by pushing his dick way inside, then pulling it out and just letting the tip inside me. I tried to hump up at him and he would pull back until I was begging him to screw me. 

He picked it up then and began to really put it to me. That old bed was screeching from the pounding. The other guy was rubbing my breasts and squeezing my nipples and it was the biggest turn-on I'd ever had. He got on the bed next to my head and I didn't resist when he tried to put his cock in my mouth, just started sucking for all I was worth. I can't even describe the feeling of having one cock in my pussy and another in my mouth. Especially when they were both huge. 

I took both of them like that, fucking one and sucking the other. I don't know how long this went on but at least an hour. I think they both came at least twice. I had three or four orgasms and the first one was enough to send me flying up in the air. Carol, it was by far the wildest thing I have ever done. It was unbelievable." 

"I can't believe you did something like that," Carol said. "It sounds pretty crazy to me."

"Don't judge me until you've been there," Sue said. "If you had told me a year ago that I would do something like that I would have told you you were nuts, but not now. What I found out later, after they had untied me and let me go was that Dave had set up a video camera in the closet and turned it on when he went upstairs. He got pictures of the whole thing. He watches that thing all the time now and it always turns him into crazy man. Horny crazy that is."

"How do you feel about that? Aren't you afraid that someone will see it?" 

"I don't know. Who's he going to show it to? Although, to be honest with you, I'm not totally positive that he wouldn't show it to some of his buddies. He's talked about it a few times, like would I mind if we showed 'home movies' on his poker night, things like that."

"That's what I'm talking about. What do you think would happen then?" 

Sue laughed. "Who knows? I don't think he'd really do it, but he might. Look, I won't pretend it was awful because it wasn't. It was pretty great actually." 

"Weren't you mad at Dave for doing all this stuff in the bedroom without telling you first?" 

"I was a little, even though I enjoyed myself. So I don't tell him when I meet the guys for a little fun." 

"What!" 

"Sure. I figured I liked it the first time, why not enjoy it again. I've gotten together with them once already since then and I'm planning on doing it again tomorrow. Want to come along?" Sue asked with a smile. "I bet they'd be happy to have another partner and to tell you the truth, they are almost more than I can handle myself." 

"Where... where, do you meet them?" 

Sue shrugged. "I guess we'll meet wherever. The last time, they picked me up in Maurice's van and we just drove around while they took turns coming in the back and fucking me. That was kind of cool, getting banged while we were right in the middle of town in broad daylight. I'm telling you, Carol, you should definitely think about doing something like this. It'll make your sex life different than it's ever been."

"You really meet these guys? You're not just putting me on are you?" 

Sue smiled and said, "Be at my house tomorrow at two o'clock and see for yourself." 

Carol didn't make any reply, but she noticed her hand was shaking when she sipped her drink. Sue seemed serious. Should she take her up on it? Maybe she could just go and see whether anybody showed up. She didn't have to participate. 

After a bit, Sue got up and prepared to leave. "See you tomorrow?" 

"I don't know," Carol said. "I couldn't do anything like that." 

"It's not so hard," Sue told her. "I bet Jim has had affairs since you've been married." 

"No he hasn't." 

Sue shrugged. "You know him better than I do, but I should tell you that he came on pretty strong to me once during a party. I never said anything to you about it because I didn't want to cause any problems about it. If he was willing to hit on me he's probably done it with other women and they couldn't have all said no. He's probably stuffing some cheerleader right now." 

Carol frowned, but didn't say anything. She had seen the way Jim looked at other women and it had never bothered her before, but now she began to wonder. She remembered all the nights when Jim said he had to stay after to work on game films. What was he really working on? "I might stop by tomorrow, but I'm not making any promises." 

"I'll make one, then," Sue said. "Come with an open mind and it will change your life for sure. You'll never experience anything like this. See you at two."

Awakening Desires Ch. 2



Carol watched her husband as he sat reading the paper. Jim was a few years older than her with the heavily muscled body of the athlete he had been in school. He still worked out several nights a week at the health club and was fond of walking around without a shirt to show off his torso. He wore his dark hair cut short and his face was one that showed little emotion. Carol was often unable to tell what was really going on in his head, a fact that had bothered her on occasion and one which had been nagging at her ever since the conversation she had with Sue. She had not gone through with the visit and Sue had called her to tell her exactly what she had missed. Carol had become aroused listening to her friend's descriptions of the activities she and her lovers had indulged in and wondered whether she had been foolish to pass up the chance to experience such things for herself. 

She was still unsure whether to believe that Jim was capable of having an affair without her knowing about it. Sue's words gnawed at her brain until she could no longer stand not knowing. She would have to find out one way or the other.

Jim put down his paper and picked up a magazine. Carol saw that it was one of his fitness magazines and noticed he was taking long looks at the bikini-clad woman used to advertise vitamins and weightlifting equipment. It bothered her that he never looked at her that way when she knew very well that she was attractive. She did not lift weights, but she swam daily laps in the pool and her stomach was flat and hard, her arms well-formed from the exercise. Now that she thought about it, Jim often made comments about her lack of strength, as if she were unable to lift anything heavier than two or three pounds. 

Their lovemaking had become routine, with Jim uninterested ;unless she was willing to indulge his taste for fantasies, something she was reluctant to do. Carol gave in only because it was the only way she could get the loving she needed, and now she was wondering if Jim was living his fantasies out in real life somewhere else. They had not made love in more than a week. 

"Like what you see?" Carol asked, careful to keep her voice neutral. 

Jim looked up in surprise. "What?" 

"You are certainly engrossed in your pictures. I just wanted to know if you liked what you saw? Do you find those women attractive?" 

He grinned. "Sure. What's not to find attractive? They are strong and young and have nice bodies. Any man would find them attractive."

"Do you see women like them down at the club?"` 

"There's a few. Why do you ask?" 

Here goes, Carol thought. "I just wondered...I mean, you and I don't make love much anymore and I wondered if you were seeing someone down there." 

Jim looked at her for a moment without answering, his face giving nothing away. Finally, he said coolly, "Why would that concern you anyway? You certainly are not interested in sex as much as I am. I'd think you'd be happy to have someone take on some of the lovemaking duties." 

"Does that mean you are having an affair?" Carol said, her throat dry. 

He smiled a smile that touched his mouth only, his eyes as steady and distant as ever. "Not at all. I was merely speaking hypothetically. But I am curious. Would you really be all that upset if I was seeing somebody? Even if it did not interfere with our relationship?" 

"How could it not interfere with our relationship?" Carol snapped. "It would mean you were lying to me." 

"Ok, then suppose I told you about it. That would not be lying then, would it?" 

She shook her head. "Are you or are you not having an affair? I am confused now." 

"I am just saying, what if I was and told you about it. Is that what you want? Would you like that? Or if I was, would you rather not know about it?" 

Carol felt that somewhere along the way she had lost control of the conversation. She tried a new tactic. "Why would you even want an affair?" 

Jim shrugged his broad shoulders. "Every relationship gets a little stale sometimes, even the good ones. I just think it would add a little spice to the relationship. Haven't you ever thought about it?"` 

"No," Carol said, hoping her face did not give her away. 

"Well, I have, I admit it. I've wondered about what it would be like. I think we should consider trying it out a few times and see what happens." 

"What do you mean. trying it out?" 

"Get together with other couples and switching partners, or just going out on our own once and a while to see what we can find. What do you think?” 

Carol said, "I don't know why you think that would change anything between us. It seems we have a problem here." 

"The only problem," Jim said in a cold voice, "is that you are just not interested in sex enough for me. You've got a nice enough body, but you are afraid of using it. I need sex more than I am getting at home and if you are not going to give it to me,I'll just have to find it somewhere else."@? 

Carol stared at him. "How would you feel if I had that attitude?" she asked. "How would you like me to go out and sleep with a bunch of strangers?"

He laughed derisively. "That would not happen in a million years, Carol. You just are not the type, are you?" 

"Well, maybe I'll become the type. What do you think about that?" 

"I think, great, but I'll believe it when I see it. If you are serious, we can put it to the test right now."` 

"What do you mean?" Carol asked. 

"The guys at work were talking about this place that has amateur night tonight. They will pay women to come up out of the audience and perform on stage. The wilder the performance, the higher the payoff. I've asked you to go with me to places like this before and you've always given me this prudish brushoff. Here's your chance to show me you are turning over a new leaf. Let's go there and you can show me this wild woman you claim you are going to become. Or was that just talk?" 

Carol saw the challenge in his eyes and said, "Fine," in an icy voice. "Let's go. I am sure it's nothing I haven't seen before and if you think it's going to shock me, you don't know me as well as you think you do." 

"Maybe not," Jim said with a grin as he picked up his car keys and headed for the door. 

They rode in silence, Carol seething with anger at Jim's attitude. He had practically admitted he was willing to have an affair. The more she thought about it, the surer she was that he was already having one. He had not denied it and his words had made it clear that he found nothing wrong with the idea. Well, two could play at that game. She was determined to show him that she could be every bit as open-minded about the whole thing as he was. Let's just see how he feels with the shoe on the other foot, she thought. At a place like this there was certain to be any number of horny men who would hit on her. I'll pick out the first Blikely looking one and we'll do some heavy-duty flirting right in front of Jim. See how he likes that. The thought of Jim being jealous warmed her. 

The club was a plain brick building outside of town. There were fifty or sixty cars pulled up in the dirt parking lot and as they got out of the car, she could hear the deep thump of music from inside. People were walking into the place, mostly men, but a few couples. Carol looked quickly at her outfit and nodded. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. 

"Let's go," Jim said excitedly, ignoring her dark looks as he &pulled her behind him toward the door. 

Inside was a small foyer where tickets were purchased. The man behind the window asked, "Is she going to participate?"

Jim grinned at her and Carol scowled at the man. He stared back, running his eyes up and down her body appreciatively. 

"What's the difference?" Jim asked. 

"Twenty bucks a piece if she's just going in. You both get in free if she's going to go up on stage, plus she gets paid. What's it going to be?" 

Jim started to reach for his wallet when Carol said, "How much would I get paid?" *

The man shrugged. "What difference does it make? The boss sets the prices. You'll get in for nothing anyway, so what's the big deal? You interested?" * This would be something to shake Jim up, Carol thought. The real question was, could she go through with it? 

"Quit jerking me around," Jim said, pulling out two twenties. "We're wasting time and I want to get inside." 

"Yea, I'm interested," Carol said defiantly. pleased at the look Jim gave her. Score one for me. 

"Ok," the man said. "Buddy, you can go on inside. Lady, step through that door there and talk to Sal. He's the boss and he'll put you through your paces, so to speak. Tony, show this gentlemen to a front row seat so's he gets a good view of his lady when she comes on." 

A huge bouncer took Jim by the arm and none too gently pulled him through the curtain into the club itself. Jim tried to shake himself free but it was like trying to free himself from a machine. Tony just kept on walking and Carol watched him disappear through the doorway. 

The ticket taker noted her look and said, "Sometimes we go to the trouble of letting people in for free and then they try to get out of having to perform. Sal gets very upset if that happens. Tony will make sure your buddy doesn't get any ideas about interfering. Now, Missy get going down that hallway. I've already buzzed Sal's office and he'll be expecting someone. You better know right now, Sal doesn't like to be kept waiting. Hurry up."

Carol walked slowly to the door and opened it. A long narrow hallway, dimly lit by one bare bulb led to a battered wooden door. The place smelled of mildew as she made her way in the dim light to the door. She knocked weakly, wondering now if there was any way to get out of this. It had seemed like the right thing to do when Jim was so sure of himself, but now she wondered. Before she could move, the door opened.

Sal was a tall, heavyset man with the cold, dead eyes of a fish. Rings glinted on his pudgy knuckles and his shirt was unbuttoned at the neck to reveal dark, curly hair. He was wearing a strong aftershave and his face lighted up as he pulled her into the room. 

"Welcome to the club," he said in a raspy voice. He was smoking a thick cigar and he blew a smoke ring toward the ceiling as he talked. "So, you are our newest performer. What's your name, babe?"` 

"Carol." 

"Turn around, Carol." Sal looked her over, as if judging something for sale. "Nice, nice," he commented. "You'll do just fine. Take your clothes off."` 

"What?" 

He growled, "Take your clothes off. Are you deaf or something? We ain't runnin' no kids show here and I want to see exactly what I'm puttin' out there. Hurry up! Or would you rather I do that for you? Is that your thing, a little rape fantasy? We can indulge that." 

He reached out for her and Carol backed away. "No, that's ok, I can do it." She began to undress, pulling her shirt over her head and unsnapping her jeans. She was hoping to get by with just standing in her underwear. In the back of her mind was the idea that she could do the same thing on stage. That would be enough to satisfy Jim. "How...how...much do you..I mean what will I get..." 

Sal laughed in his gravelly voice. "We'll talk about that in a minute. First, get rid of everything. When you are on stage, there ain't going to be nothin' left on you anyway." 

"I thought maybe I could just go this far," Carol said. "I've never done anything like this and I was just trying to teach my husband a lesson and..." 

"Tough shit," Sal said, shaking his massive head. The light glinted off his oily hair, slicked down with some kind of gel. "I ain't interested in your problems. Now, you agreed to come back here and that makes you my employee under a verbal contract. You'll do exactly what I tell you to do and no questions asked. It doesn't matter if you want to or not. You better do it and make it look like you're having the time of your life or one of my little helpers will join you on stage and we'll have to put you through a little punishment. Now take those off." 

Carol reluctantly unsnapped her bra and stepped out of her panties. Sal shook his head in appreciation. 

"Please, I'm not sure I really want to do this," Carol said. 

"You don't listen too well," Sal said calmly. "Time for your first lesson." *

He grasped her by the wrist and pulled her to one side of the room. With one hand, he pulled her over his lap as he sat down and began to methodically spank her bare bottom. Carol struggled, but he held her as easily as if she were a child. He began to increase the force and speed of the blows, making her ass sting and turn a rosy red. After a few minutes, she was crying out for him to stop. : 

He paused for a moment, "You'll do whatever I say?" 

When she did not answer quickly enough, he slapped her again, hard enough for her to cry out, "Yes, yes, I'll do whatever you say!"` 

"That's better," he said. letting her up. 

Carol rubbed her buttocks, tears streaming down her face. Sal puffed contentedly on his cigar. "Put your arms over your head, hands together. Turn slowly around." 

Carol immediately did as she was told, exposing her body completely to his gaze. Sal chuckled. This broad was going to be easy. She obviously wanted someone to dominate her or she would have fought back harder. She was going to be the special act tonight. He had a feeling she would be something that only came along once in a while. But first, a little fun.` 

"Come over here and kneel in front of me." 

Carol did as she was told, looking up at him. She was aware that her face was only inches from his crotch and she thought she could see the outline of an erection through the cloth of his pants. His belly stuck out over the waistband of his trousers and from this angle she was able to see the heavy jowls under his neck. He revolted her and yet she feared him. She was only too aware that she had no way out of the room and she certainly did not want to get beat again. She was certain a spanking was only a warm-up. There was no telling what he might do if she really displeased him. 

"Well?" he said. "What are you waiting for?" 

Carol gulped and slowly reached to the zipper. She pulled it down and reached inside to fondle his cock. It was already hard and she eased it out of his pants. A musky odor, not altogether unpleasant tickled her nose as she began a milking motion with her hands. She had jerked off Jim many times and knew from experience that she could make this go quickly. 

"No, no, no," Sal crooned. "I want you to suck me off. Hurry up, you are going to go on in twenty minutes." 

Carol closed her eyes and slowly lowered her open mouth over the penis in her hands. She began to bob her head back and forth, holding her mouth as wide open as possible. Her tongue moved over the head of the cock, licking up the secretions and stimulating it even more. Carol was pleasantly surprised that the taste was not at all what she had feared, but seemed like Jim's. She felt Sal's hands reach down to cup her breasts and gave a little jump as he began to twirl the nipples between his fingers. 

It felt good, she had to admit. Her nakedness and the act she was engaged in had aroused her more than she had thought and now Sal's hands were lighting fires in her belly that moved throughout her body. Tiny moans escaped her throat as she continued her oral ministrations to her new boss, oblivious to everything but the pleasure she was feeling under his expert caresses. She shifted a bit so that he had easier access to her breasts, thrusting the sensitive nipples into his hands and -panting as she desperately sucked his cock. 

"Oooohhh, that's good," she gasped, taking her head off his cock for a moment. "That feels so wonderful!" 

"Shut up," he said matter of factly, pushing her head back down. Carol made no protest. Eagerly now, she went to work with a will, her lips tightly clamping the meaty rod and her tongue flicking back and forth on the sensitive head. 

She felt a jerk, then another and suddenly her mouth was filled with a warm, creamy fluid. She swallowed without thinking, certain that Sal was going to make her do so anyway and found the taste bearable enough. She gave a few quick sucks, then leaned back to enjoy Sal's fingers on her nipples. The sensitive buds were hard and rosy red from blood and she hoped he would give her some kind of release. She was hot and needed an orgasm badly. 

As soon as she was finished, Sal pushed his dick back inside his pants and stood up. "Come on, you've got to get ready for your little debut." 

"What do I have to do?" Carol asked, pleasing Sal. She was no longer saying she would not do things. Now, she was just waiting for orders. Perfect. 

"You'll do exactly whatever the M.C. says you are going to do. I'll give him instructions, and you just do what he says. I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise for you. There isn't any problem with that , is there?" 

"No," Carol said. She began picking up her clothes. 

"Leave them," Sal commanded. "You won't need them. We'll find a costume for you. Let's go." He led her through a door in the back of the office. As they walked along, Carol could hear the music from the stage and the whistles and catcalls from the audience, women as well as men. She was still excited and it was all she could do to walk without falling over. If anything she was more aroused than she had been in the office and she wondered just what sorts of activities Sal would think up for her. She could hardly wait to find out. 



Awakening Desires Ch. 3



Sal rummaged through a big cardboard carton and pulled out a pair of leather chaps like cowboys wear. He reached in and got a brown leather vest to go with them, and completed the outfit by handing her a cowboy hat. "Put these on," he said gruffly. "I've got to give some instructions to Mike." 

Carol assumed Mike was the M.C and wriggled her way into the chaps, pulling the vest over her naked breasts and putting the hat on. The vest hung open and Carol decided to leave it that way. Her nipples were still hard and they sent pleasant sensations through her as they rubbed against the rough lining of the vest. The chaps covered her legs, leaving her crotch bare. Carol shrugged it off. No sense in trying to hide anything at this point. She was committed. 

Sal came back with a big grin on his face. "You're the special act, tonight, Carol. Make sure you do a good job and give everyone their money's worth."

"What's the special act?" 

"You'll see." 

"How much do I get for this?" Carol asked, trying to summon up some determination to sound businesslike about the whole thing. The way she felt, she would pay Sal to let her go on stage, but she did not want him to know that. 

"Maybe fifty bucks," Sal said just as the previous act cleared the stage. 

Peeking out of the wings, Carol could see a rather large stage with a spotlight on it. There were dark shapes littered about, but from her angle she could not tell what they were. A man in a tuxedo stood with a microphone, talking to the crowd. 

"Ladies and gentleman, we have a very special treat for you tonight. We are going to present you with a very special act, one which you will be talking about for years to come. As those of you who are our regulars know, when we run a special it means that the audience gets a chance to participate. We usually draw a number from a hat and that lucky ticket holder gets to come up on stage and join the act. I have been told by the management tonight that we will pick not, one, not two, but five numbers. The winners can use anything on the stage to indulge their fantasies to their heart's content. Anything goes." 

There was a huge roar from the crowd and Carol could feel her blood pounding in her ears. Five men at once! She had heard girls in school talking about gang-bangs and had sometimes wondered just how anyone could want to participate in one. Well, now she was going to find out and in front of a crowd of people too. She tried to estimate how many people were in the crowd and decided there must be more than a hundred. The thought crossed her mind that there might be someone she knew out there besides her husband. 

Suddenly, Sal's hands slipped inside her vest to pinch her nipples and she gasped with surprise and at the sudden pleasure she felt. She leaned back against him and he dipped one hand down to rub her pussy, stroking her clitoris and making her hips hump against his hand. 

"Ready for the show, aren't you?" 

"Oh, god, yessss!" Carol hissed. 

"That's good. Make it a good one and maybe I'll find room for you again. You are almost on." 

Mike was calling out numbers and men were walking up from the audience to stand on the stage. As each one came up, he was greeted with applause and crude suggestions as to what to do. The men laughed and began poking through the equipment that was on stage. Carol saw that they were all in their twenties or thirties, with the sort of greasy look of blue-collar workers. As they went through the equipment, Mike said, "While they are getting ready, why don't we let you all get a look at the star of the act. Remember, she is an amateur, someone just like the ladies out there in the audience. Let's have a big round of applause for Carol!" 

Sal gave her a shove and Carol walked on stage, almost in a daze from the wall of sound which greeted her. She walked to the edge of the stage and strutted along it, swinging her hips and letting the crowd get a good long look at her. She stopped and held open the vest with her hands, baring her breasts to the crowd. She could not see Jim through the strong spotlight and wondered what he was making of all this. She felt out of control, heat racing through her body like a drug. 

"Alright, it looks like our participants are ready so here we go," Mike said, easing his way to the side of the stage. 

Carol turned to see that the men had found some rope and were advancing on her with wolfish grins. "Uh oh, looks like our little cowgirl is in trouble already," Mike said. "She might be able to run away if she is fast enough." 

Carol realized that Mike was going to narrate the action, giving her clues as to what to do. Obediently, she took off for one of the exits offstage, but was turned back when one of the men jumped in front of her. She struggled away from him and went for another exit, with the same results. The crowd ate it up. The men formed a semi-circle and Carol was driven to one side of the stage, where a thick pole was located. 

"Our cowboys are probably a bit pissed off that their 'date' was so uncooperative and it looks like they are going to have to teach her a lesson." 

One of the men grabbed Carol's arms and the guy with the rope quickly used it to secure her hands behind her back. They used another rope to tie her to the pole and took turns pushing back her vest to suck her nipples. Carol struggled to get free, knowing that's what the audience wanted and the game began to turn her on even more. Each guy began to take more and more time with her, licking her nipples and pinching them into almost painful arousal. One dropped to his knees and tried to lick her glistening pussy, but Carol managed to kick him away, sending him sprawling across the stage. 

"Oh, my, looks like they are going to have to teach this little cowgirl a lesson, doesn't it?" said Mike. "Perhaps a little ride on a pony will work wonders with her." 

Carol was untied and she saw that a strange contraption had been pushed on stage. It was a sawhorse with a thick rubber protrusion stuck upright in the middle of it. Ropes were attached to both ends which ran through pulleys above the stage. She was led over to it and made to straddle the sawhorse. The rubber extension was positioned at her pussy and two of the guys pulled on the ropes to raise the sawhorse off the ground. Gradually, as it lifted, the rubber eased its way inside her, stretching her pussy lips and making her close her eyes and groan with pleasure. Her hands were still tied behind her and she had to go on tiptoe as the horse continued to rise. The two men stopped it as she was at the very peak of her toes, with the rubber jammed tightly inside. 

"Should they go any higher, you think?" Mike asked and the crowd yelled yes with one huge voice. 

Carol felt the contraption begin to inch higher and suddenly she could no longer keep her balance. She sprawled stomach down onto the horse, which eased the pressure she was feeling from the dildo deep inside her pussy. One of the men pulled her upright and she felt the horse begin to swing back and forth as they pushed it. Each swing made her gasp as the rubber slid a little bit deeper inside her. As her juices lubricated it, it would move back and forth, almost as if the horse was fucking her. She cried out, her head thrown back in pleasure. 

"I think she might be more open to your suggestions now, gentlemen," Mike said as they slowly let her down and took her off the horse. She was shoved face down onto the stage and one of the guys used his hands to lift her hips up into the air. Carol was sideways to the audience and she knew they could see every bit of the penetration as his cock slipped easily into her hot pussy, wet from her ride. She could not brace herself very well with her hands tied behind her, but she bucked back as best she could. The crowd cheered him on and she felt the ropes being untied by another of the participants. 

She pushed herself to all fours just in time to receive a cock in her mouth. Carol was more than willing to go for the feeling of two cocks at once, remembering Sue's descriptions of her own experiences. She sucked him until he pulled back, shooting a huge load of cum onto her face. The crowd went crazy when she used a finger to push it into her mouth. 

The one behind her arched his back and shot his own load into her pussy. Carol tried to squeeze him as best she could with her vaginal muscles, anxious to drain every drop inside her. The two who were finished were soon replaced by two others and Carol was forced to perform the same act on them. She had no reluctance to do so. Any inhibitions she might have had were long since gone as she willingly fucked and sucked two strangers in front of a crowd of people. 

"Our last man has something special planned," Mike was telling the crowd. "It seems he is into a little B&D." 

Carol rolled onto her back to see that the remaining member of the five was now dressed in a leather tunic and was holding a pair of handcuffs out to her. Carol kneeled and presented her wrists to him. He snapped the handcuffs on and dragged her to her feet, pulling her to the pole and hooking the cuffs over a hook higher than her head. 

Carols's beautiful body was exposed to the audience as he ripped off her costume and left her totally naked. She watched in aroused fascination as he walked to a collection of whips and selected a short cat-o-nine tails, snapping it a few times in the air to test it out. 

The din was tremendous now as he slowly approached her and Carol got the impression that the people in the crowd were craning forward, anxious to see the whole episode more closely. He gently rubbed the whip along her body, trailing it over her breasts and using the shaft to probe gently between her legs. Carol opened her legs to allow him access to her pussy and he reversed the whip to push the big knob on the end of the shaft inside her. 

"It looks like Carol is certainly ready for the last part of her act, so let's not keep everyone waiting any longer, shall we?" Mike said. 

The man obliged by stepping back and bringing the whip whistling through the air to crash against her unprotected body. It stung just a bit, but wasn't really all that painful and as blow after blow rained down upon her, Carol realized the man was an expert, using the whip to excite and stimulate rather than to inflict any real pain upon her. He snapped it repeatedly across her nipples, causing her to actually scream out at the feeling. "Oh, yess! Do it to me!" she begged. "Harder!" 

He kept it up for a good ten minutes, then suddenly dropped the whip and rushed to the pole. He lifted her legs and positioned them around his waist as he jammed his huge erection into her eagerly awaiting pussy. Carol felt his hands cruelly twisting her breasts and loved every minute of it. She held her legs tightly wrapped around him so that his hands were free to continue their pleasurable punishment of her tender boobs. When she finally achieved her orgasm, it was like an atomic explosion had gone off behind her eyelids. Sparks danced before her vision and she screamed out, "Aaahhhhhhh!!" 

The man came seconds later, pulling back to squirt his sticky cum across her stomach and rubbing it across her breasts with one hand. When he was done, he held his fingers to her lips and Carol licked them clean. Finally, he sat her back down and she sagged against the pole. The whole show had taken perhaps an hour and she was tired, but even under the tiredness, still excited at the new world that had opened for her. Jim had been right after all, there was something to sex that she had never before suspected. 

Sal came out and took her off stage while another women took her place. He handed her a dirty towel and she used it without hesitation to wipe the fluids from her body. 

"Not bad, babe, not bad," he grinned. "I think you can make some good money for both of us."` 

"Doing what?" Carol asked. 

"I've got a friend who needs women like you for movies he makes. The pay is fifteen hundred per film. Interested?" 

"What kind of films?" 

"Well, they ain't for children. You can do maybe two, three films per week. That's $4500 gross, minus my cut of course." 

"That might be fun," Carol said with a smile. "What's your cut?" 

"Well, seein' as how it's my connection, I get, let's say $1000 out of every $1500." 

"That's ridiculous," Carol said. "I'm doing all the work. You are out of your mind." 

Sal's grin left his face as if it had been wiped away. "You're makin' a big mistake if you pass up this deal. I've been looking for a woman like you for a long time. You've got a fire inside you that could mean big things for both of us. I watched you out there. You really liked it, I could tell. Stop trying to act as if it isn't there. Now, for the last time, are you in on this deal or not?" 

"Not. You're right that I enjoyed it, but I can get my kicks without depending on people like you. Now, let me go. My husband's waiting." 

Sal pushed her back against the wall and grabbed her throat in one hand. The other dipped down to rub her clitoris. Sal squeezed gently and Carol was amazed to find herself growing aroused even as she struggled. It was as if pain, a little pain, turned her juices on. 

Sal laughed as if reading her mind. He could feel her pussy bumping against his hand even as Carol struggled to break his grip on her neck. He wasn't squeezing off her air, just letting her feel the power of his hand. 

"I think you might want to change your mind. Man, you are one hot little number. So a little pain is what really turns on the heat, eh? Well, we can do something about that for you and you can make a little scratch besides. It's a good deal. I suggest you reconsider." 

Carol struggled, then closed her eyes as another orgasm ripped through her. "Oh, god, Oh god, Oh god, Oh, Oh, Oh, oooohhhhh!!" she gasped. "Ok, yes, I'll do it, I'll do it."` 

"Where do you live?" 

Before thinking, Carol told him. 

"Good. I'll be there tomorrow at ten o'clock. Now that I think about it, $1000 isn't fair. I think I'll take $1300. You get $200. Alright?" As he talked, he pushed his finger into her pussy and began finger-fucking her. 

Incredibly, Carol felt another wave of desire building in her and gasped, "Yes, ok...ok...take whatever you want, just keep it up. Oooohhhhhh!! Oh, god, I need to be fucked! Fuck me!" 

Sal laughed and unzipped himself. He pushed his dick inside her and quickly fucked her against the wall, thinking of all the money she was going to make him in the next few months. He thought he could probably convince his friend to make four movies a week and this slut was so hot maybe even five was possible. She was going to be a gold mine. 

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Awakening Desires Ch. 5



Jim answered the doorbell and smiled when he saw Tammy with another girl, a younger girl who nervously shifted back and forth. She was small and plump, with dark eyes in an oval face. She wore her blond hair pulled back in a long braid that hung down her back. She was wearing a flannel shirt and jeans and he could just make out the barest hint of breasts under the shirt. She barely came up to his chest and he felt himself growing aroused as he ran his eyes up and down her body. 

Tammy was dressed in a silk blouse and black silk pants. She had her hair loose about her shoulders and she towered over the other girl by at lest a foot. She smiled at Jim. "This is Marianne," she said as she came into the house. 

"Hello, Marianne," Jim said, motioning her to follow." 

Marianne mumbled, " Hello," in a quiet voice and walked inside. Jim took the opportunity to study her from the rear and saw that though young, she already had a nice shape, with a firm ass filling out her jeans nicely. 

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked. 

"Sure," Tammy replied. "I'll have a rum and coke." 

"Just a coke for me," Marianne said shyly. 

"Oh, come on, how about just a little touch of rum?" Jim teased. "It won't hurt." 

"Come on Marianne, loosen up," Tammy said. "You want to be on the varsity cheerleading squad, don't you? Well, I decide who's the right material and we like to party, so if you want it, you'll have to show me you'll fit in. I can't have anyone dragging our parties down with a 'Miss Goody-Two Shoes' attitude." 

"Ok," Marianne said quickly, "I'll have the same." She looked to Tammy for approval and was rewarded by a smile and a nod. 

Jim mixed the drinks, making certain to mix Marianne's just a little stronger. He wasn't going to let her drink too much, but the alcohol should loosen her inhibitions a little. 

"So, Marianne, how old are you?" he asked. 

“Eighteen," she said, taking a big gulp of her drink. 

"Marianne wants to make the varsity," Tammy explained. "She's pretty good, but I want to make sure that she has everything we are looking for in a cheerleader. She tells me that she really wants it bad, but we'll see." 

"Oh, I do, Tammy. You know I do. Just tell me what I have to do. I've never wanted anything so much in my life." 

Tammy grinned at Jim and motioned for Marianne to finish her drink. She gulped the rest of it down in two large swallows and Jim watched her closely to see what effect the rum would have on her. Tammy talked to her for a few minutes and then it became obvious that the drink had loosened her up somewhat. She became more animated, laughing at things Jim and Tammy said and generally acting more relaxed. 

"What sorts of things does Marianne have to do? "Jim asked, deciding he had waited long enough.

"Well, one of the things a new cheerleader has to learn is that they must obey the captain without question," Tammy said, looking at the girl. "No matter what the captain says to do, they must do it. It's like an initiation ceremony sort of. Marianne, do you think you can handle that?"

"Certainly," Marianne said confidently. 

"Hmmm, I'm not so sure," Tammy said, pretending to consider. "Like I said, you've got the moves down all right, but you are ...I don't know, sort of up-tight." 

"No I'm not, not really," Marianne said. "Just give me a chance." 

"Well, ok, just one chance though. Why don't you show Mr.Weston some of our cheers?" 

"Right now?" 

"Hey, if that's a problem, we can just forget..." 

Marianne quickly jumped to her feet, "No, it's no problem at all." 

She began to go through a series of moves familiar to anyone who has ever watched a college football game. Jim was enjoying every minute of the performance and he knew that the activity would push the alcohol into the girl's bloodstream even faster. 

"You aren't extending yourself enough on the jumps and splits," Tammy said critically.

Marianne stopped for a moment, breathing a bit heavily and said, "I can't in these jeans and shirts. It's not like our outfits." 

"Gee, I would really have loved to see the full routine," Jim said, pretending to be disappointed.

"See, Marianne, you've already made Mr. Weston think that you don't know the full routine well enough to show him what a Culver College cheerleader can really do. We can't have that. If the shirt and jeans are in your way, then take them off." 

"Wh..what? Take them off?" Jim could see the young girl blushing as she gave him sideways looks out of the corner of her eye. "Here...now? I can't...I don't think I can..." 

Tammy ignored her and turned to Jim. "See, this is the problem we are having getting new cheerleaders. A cheerleader should be proud of her body and her ability. She should want every single person in the stands to look at her and think, 'Wow! That girl is so beautiful and so coordinated. She should know that every guy is wondering what she would look like doing her routine without the uniform. Without that attitude, she's just going through the motions. Some girls have it and some don't." 

Marianne stood a little dejectedly, listening and realizing that her dream of being a varsity cheerleader was quickly disappearing. "Ok, can I have another chance, please?" she said in a pleading voice. " 

"I don't know," Tammy said. 

"Give her another chance," Jim urged. "I'm sure she'll do much better this time." 

"Ok, but I've got to tell you, you are on extremely thin ice, Marianne. You've already shown that you are not willing to follow my instructions exactly. One more slip-up and you are history. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Marianne said contritely. 

"You will do everything I tell you from now on without any hesitation or argument?" 

The girl nodded. 

"Ok, then get on with it." 

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Marianne slowly began to unbutton her shirt, her fingers shaking from nervousness and excitement. She hadn't had all that much experience with boys but lately she had been having strong desires to experience sex. She had heard the other girls at school talking about their dates and was wondering what it was really like. Taking her clothes off in front of a grown man was very exciting. 

She pulled her shirt out and finished unbuttoning it. Taking a deep breath, she slid it off her shoulders and tossed it onto a chair. She was wearing a thin bra and Jim could see that she had a small, but well-formed bosom. She unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down her legs, revealing a pair of pink bikini panties that allowed just the hint of her young pussy to show through the transparent material. She tossed the jeans on top of the shirt and stood shaking nervously in the middle of the room. 

She swung her arms and prepared to begin again, closing her eyes against the sudden heat that flared up from her loins as she saw the look Jim was giving her. He eyed her tender, nubile young body appreciatively, leaning forward in his chair for a better look. She rubbed her stomach to try and still the butterflies and readied herself for the first cheer. 

Jim was hard with desire as he gazed on the teenager's body. Marianne had nice hips and her stomach had just a touch of fullness to it. For some reason, he found that exciting rather than wanting the washboard stomach of a woman who worked out everyday. Her legs were shapely and he found his eyes drawn back again and again to the dark thatch at the juncture of her thighs, wanting the panties gone so he could see and touch it without hindrance. 

"Wait a minute," Tammy said, just as Marianne was ready to begin. "I think you should have to pay a penalty for not obeying me quickly enough. What do you think, Mr. Weston?" 

"You are the boss," Jim said throatily, " but like you say, the girls have to follow orders completely. Just like the army."

"Right. Ok, Marianne, here's your penalty. You have to do the routines with everything off. Completely naked."

Marianne saw that there was no escape and nodded, swallowing several times. She was feeling a bit light-headed from the drink and her hands were shaking. She reached behind her to unsnap her bra. 

"No, no, no," Tammy scolded. "Since you insulted Mr. Weston by not doing the routines right, you have to ask him to take the rest of it off." 

Marianne was shaking as she slowly walked to Jim's chair. 

"Ask," Tammy commanded, enjoying herself. 

"Mr. Weston, would you take off my underwear?" Marianne asked. 

Jim smiled up at her. "Say please."

"Now, you've insulted him again," Tammy said. "Ask him the right way and ask him to give you a penalty as well." 

Marianne was almost panting and her face was flushed. "Mr.Weston, would you please take off the rest of my clothes and give me a penalty, please?" 

She stood unresisting as Jim stood, dwarfing her and forcing her to look up at him. He reached behind her to unhook the bra, letting it fall to the floor. He saw that her tiny nipples were erect and his hands went to her breasts, gently fondling them, and rubbing the nipples between his fingers. Marianne had never felt anything so wonderful in her life. She had often touched herself, but nothing had ever compared to the hot flashes that were shooting through her now. 

Jim sat back down and ever so slowly peeled her panties down her legs, taking his time and reveling in the first glimpse of her pussy. He could smell the freshness of her body and he leaned forward to plant a kiss on her mound, sucking quickly at her clitoris before backing away and letting her step out of the panties. 

"Stand perfectly still," he commanded and Marianne froze as he ran his hands up and down her body, taking the time to make sure she was aroused. He could feel her breathing and he watched her face for signs of her arousal. Marianne closed her eyes and surrendered herself completely to his caresses, lost in the flood of horniness that washed over her.

"What's her penalty?" Tammy said, interrupting the scene. 

Jim looked up at her. "You have to do your routines perfectly. If at any time Tammy detects a flaw in your performance you must come over here and begin to undress me. If you can finish your routines without me being naked, there is no penalty. If I am undressed before you finish, you will lie down on the floor, spread your legs and beg me to fuck you." He gave her a little push toward the center of the room and said, "Go!" 

Marianne obediently began her routines and it wasn't fifteen seconds before Tammy said, "You did not have you arms extended enough." 

Jim held up one foot and Marianne knelt to take off a shoe. She went back to what she was doing and this time Tammy let her finish the routine and start another before calling her for an infraction. Another shoe joined the first. Marianne stumbled twice and the socks went next. She managed to get through three routines without a mistake before Tammy saw another flaw. Jim touched her breasts again as Marianne leaned over the chair to unbutton his shirt. 

She could not help but admire his muscular physique, running her hands over his biceps for a moment before Jim laughed and shoved her back to the center of the room. She had never seen anyone who was so strong looking and she imagined those arms wrapped around her, forcing her to do whatever he wanted. She found the thought exciting.

"Jump too low, "Tammy commented as Marianne went and took off Jim's undershirt, baring his chest to her admiring gaze. 

She did finish the rest of the routine and all of the next one before making another mistake. Jim stood and again caressed her as she was fumbling with the belt and zipper of his pants. She was gasping and shaking from the fondling and when she finally was able to push his pants to the floor, she actually shuddered from the intensity of the feelings that were passing through her. 

"One routine to go," Tammy said. "Think you can make it?" 

Marianne licked her lips and looked at the huge bulge that was pressing against the front of Jim's pants. She was aroused, but even so she wasn't certain she wanted that gigantic cock ripping into her. She wasn't sure she could even handle it. Though she was technically a virgin, her pussy had already been home to a variety of objects, from candles to cucumbers to bananas. But never a real cock. She thought she better do this routine correctly and maybe she wouldn't have to go through with the fucking part. 

She jumped and twirled and had finished almost the entire routine when her foot caught just a bit on the rug. She stumbled ever so slightly, but recovered quickly and was certain that Tammy had not noticed. That dream was shattered as Tammy said, "That's it. Last mistake. Pay the penalty." 

They could hear her gulp as she knelt before Jim, trembling as she hooked her small hands into his briefs and pulled them down. His cock, freed suddenly, sprang up, hard and thick. She stared at it in wonder. It was even bigger than she had thought! She wasn't sure she could fit that inside her pussy, but she had no choice and now that she was on the brink of her first fucking, she was eager to try. 

Unhesitantly, she lay back on the rug and slowly rubbed her pussy with both hands. She spread her legs and said hoarsely, "Mr. Weston, I want you to fuck me now!"

Jim needed no further encouragement and plunged on top of the young girl, pinning her to the floor and feeling the breath whoosh out of her as his weight settled on her body. He leaned up on his elbows and used his hands to twist her breasts back and forth, making Marianne cry out with pleasure. 

"Ohhhh, yessssss!!! God, yessssssssss!!!!!!" 

Jim paused for only a moment to adjust his hips, then slowly pushed the head of his cock against her still resisting pussy lips. Marianne reached down to guide it into her, using one hand to pull the lips open and the other to jam the monstrous cock inside her. As soon as Jim felt the moist warmth of her pussy walls surrounding his huge rod, he began to pump back and forth. 

Marianne groaned at the sudden feelings that exploded from her loins, sending fireworks throughout her entire body. She arched her back and thrust her hips at him, trying to do what she thought a real woman would do when being fucked. Jim's thrusts were so powerful that she was propelled across the floor with every pump, her back scrapped raw from the rug. She did not care about that, she cared about nothing but the wonderful sensations flooding her from the incredible stretching of her pussy. She had never imagined it could feel like this. 

"Oh, god, that feels...so...ohhhhhh!!!!!" 

Tammy kneeled down near Jim and whispered, "Come on, fuck her! Fuck the little cunt good! Give her a nice fucking she'll never forget." 

Her words spurred him on even more and he rammed savagely down on the small body trapped beneath his, loving the sounds his hips made as they slapped against her plump thighs. : 

"Tell him you're a cunt," Tammy commanded Marianne.

"Oh, god, I am your cunt. Fuck me, fuck me! I am a cunt, I am a cunt, I'm your cunt," she repeated over and over, like some kind of sexual mantra. 

Jim felt his release nearer and slammed his dick into her with strong downward motions that drove her into the rug. "AAAHHHH!!!!!" he cried out as his seed shot from his cock like water from a firehose, spraying her waiting pussy and flooding her channel with hot, sticky juices. 

Marianne wrapped her legs around him as she felt the dick inside her jerk back and forth, her own climax quickly following. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" she cried out, her body convulsing powerfully as her pussy tried to squeeze every last drop from the wonderful cock buried inside her. She felt wave after wave of pleasure shoot upwards from her center, until finally she was able to let go. She lay limp on the floor, juice from their lovemaking draining from her pussy. She was wonderfully sore from the pounding and she had a smile on her young face as she saw Jim close his eyes with pleasure and roll off her. 

"That was some fuck," Jim told Tammy. He looked at the eighteen year old sprawled naked on his living room rug, her pussy lips slowly opening and closing from the fucking he had just given her. He had a sudden wish to continue the pleasuring of the girl even farther. 

"You aren't finished," he told her. "Lick me clean." 

"All right!" Tammy said approvingly. 

Marianne kneeled in front of him and obediently began to use her tongue to lap the semen from his cock. She found the taste exciting and the knowledge that she was wantonly performing in front of this grown man turned her on even more. She began to bob her head up and down faster as Jim' got another erection, using her hands to anchor the huge cock so she could lick it better. 

"Enough," Jim said, pushing her away. "Now, undress Tammy and lick her." 

Marianne was completely under his control and she did as he told her without a pause. Tammy was soon naked and Marianne's head was buried between her thighs, tongue in her pussy. Tammy leaned up on her elbows to watch the teenager at work, enjoying the sensations. She saw Jim position himself behind Marianne, lifting her ass in the air. Marianne made no protest and missed not a stroke as Jim slowly eased his new erection into her still warm pussy from the rear. 

As Marianne continued to nibble at the pussy of the older cheerleader, Jim began to slowly fuck her from the rear, using his hands to steady himself as he slid easily into the teenager's sweet, young pussy. She increased her ministrations on Tammy's cunt, sucking down the juice that flowed from the hot depths of er love channel. 

"Ooooooooooooooooooh! Suck me! Suck me, you little bitch! Drink my cum, suck it down your throat. Ohhhh Yesss, you little slut, make me cum in your mouth!"

Marianne began to frantically suck down the juice that flowed from Tammy's climax, slurping it like syrup down her throat. Behind her Jim was on the verge on another orgasm and he clenched her round buttocks in his powerful hands as he shot another load into her, yanking her backwards onto his erection. 

Marianne cried out as she felt him jet into her, "That's it, fuck me! Come on, fill me up!” * Seconds later, satiated, they collapsed in a sweaty heap on the living room floor. 

Carol was shackled to a large chair in the living room of the farmhouse. The Arab, whom she had since learned was named Abu Bahn, sat near her, a huge smile on his craggy face. Abdul was standing next to the chair and the video cameras were filming the action, as always. Over the four days since the first session, virtually every second of waking action had been captured on tape. 

Carol was wearing a sheer white gown that hid very little of her body. She had become aware that Abu was giving her some kind of drug. She had been able to taste it in her food the second day, a day she remembered as being filled with sex acts with both Abu and Abdul, acts she had willingly participated in. She realized later that the drug was making her so horny and refused to eat any food that had it. Abu had merely smiled and agreed to keep it from her meals from then on. 

Several hours later, she had been racked with cravings unlike anything she had ever known. It was as if her body hungered for the drug and she had been unprepared for the intensity of the reaction. Abu, seeing the symptoms, had told her that he could relieve her cravings with one dose and she had gladly taken him up on the offer, only to find herself several minutes later aroused to the point where even three hours of sex had been insufficient to relieve her of her horniness. 

It was then that Carol realized the full extent of the drug's effect and vowed not to take it again. It wasn't that she did not thoroughly enjoy the sessions. On the contrary, if it had just been the sex she would have been more than happy to continue with nightly doses. She was afraid that any drug that addicting could be dangerous for her. In fact, Abu was perfectly aware that continued use for a two week period tended to reduce a woman to a permanent nymphomaniac, knowledge that he had often used to procure pleasing slaves on the white slave market. He was as yet undecided as to whether he wished to indulge himself and create such a person out of Carol Weston. 




Awakening Desires Ch. 5



Carol was licking her lips, her eyes nervously darting to the container sitting in front of Abu. She fought the urge to whimper as he moved the bottle farther away. 

"My dear, there is really no need for all this you know," he said with a smile. "Simply ask me and I will be more than happy to give you another taste of your medicine." 

"No, I...I don't want to get hooked..." 

Abu laughed. "You are already hooked. On sex. This doesn't do anything more than pump you up a little bit more, that's all. Come on, why not stop fighting it and we can begin having some fun." 

Stubbornly, Carol shook her head, but she was shaking like a leaf. Abu patiently sat and waited. He knew that sooner or later, she would have to surrender to the feelings inside and the housewife would once more be performing any act he told her to, no matter how bizarre. 

Carol licked her lips like a thirsty woman looking for a drink. Sweat beaded her forehead and she glanced up at Abdul, who rubbed his crotch against her cheek 

"You want to play, little one? We can have some fun. Ask." 

Carol fought against the urge for the next fifteen minutes, feeling sicker by the minute. Finally, she could stand it no longer. "Ok, please give me a dose, please. I can't stand it..." 

"Well, perhaps you were right after all," Abu said, teasing her. "This will only make you do something you might not like. Surely you do not want to risk that." 

"I don't care," Carol said wildly, almost screaming. "I need it now." 

"Well, I do have some things in mind for you tonight that perhaps this would make a bit more, shall we say pleasurable for you. You will be happy to oblige, will you not?" : 

"Yes...anything...give me just a little, please..." 

Abu nodded and Abdul poured some whitish powder into his hand. He walked to Carol and held his hand under her nose. Without hesitation, she began to lick the powder from his hand, frantically slurping at it in a desperate attempt to get as much into her in as short a time as possible. She licked every last particle from the man's palm, then ran a tongue over her lips to catch any grain she might have missed. 

Within minutes, she felt the now familiar warmth begin to spread upward and her desires overcame her so that she slumped back a bit in the chair, eyes closed. Her breathing came faster and her eyes were half closed as she licked her lips slowly and smiled dreamily at Abu. 

"Ready to play, little kitten?" 

"Ummm, yes, please," she said, completely under the influence of the drug. 

Abdul unshackled her and she leaned over to nuzzle his crotch playfully. He looked at Abu, who nodded. Abdul grabbed Carol by the hair and unzipped himself with the other hand. He pulled her toward him and she eagerly engulfed his cock, running her fingers under his balls and sucking it quickly to an erection. 

Abdul let her continue for a few moments, then pushed her to her knees and spun her around so that her back was to him. Carol leaned forward and spread her legs apart without any prodding from the big bodyguard. She felt the warm hardness of his cock as it slipped into her wet pussy, filling it completely and sending shivers of excitement through her. She had already fucked Abdul more than a dozen times and each time she enjoyed it just a little bit more. He was savage with her and the power of his violence only served to turn her on even more. 

He began to fuck her quickly, knowing that this was merely a warm-up and that his master would have other things for her to do yet. It wasn't long before he felt his cock jerk, then he spurted long streams of hot come into the young housewife, delighting in her animal cries of pleasure. : 

"Oh, yes, Abdul, fuck me!!" Carol moaned. "Do it."

He finished and pushed her aside, using the back of her dress to wipe the remains of his cum from his cock. 

"Excellent, " Abu cried. "I see our kitten is very much ready to play. Now, what shall it be today? I think we should explore the city and see what we can find. Abdul, get the car." 

Within minutes, they were in the car and speeding toward the city, Carol wearing only a thin robe with nothing underneath. Abdul drove them directly to one of the seedier sections of town and began cruising the streets. The cameras caught all of the scene, the streets filled with litter, the broken glass everywhere, the people dressed in dirty clothing. Carol had no idea what Abu was looking for. She did not care very much either. The only thing that mattered to her was putting out the fires that raged unchecked within her. 

"There!" Abu cried suddenly and Abdul maneuvered the limo to the curb. 

They were next to a run down basketball court where ten youths were in the middle of a pick-up game. The players were all young black men, in their early twenties. They had their shirts off and Carol could see that they were lean and hard, with sweat making streaks down their muscular bodies.

"Get out of the car," Abu ordered and Carol stepped to the curb. 

Immediately, the game stopped and she saw ten pairs of eyes checking her out from top to bottom. She was aware that the robe did not conceal much and unconsciously struck a seductive pose, one long, shapely leg thrust out and her hips cocked a bit forward. 

"Man, check that shit out!" one of the boys said with a sudden grin, a flash of brightness in his dark face. 

Abu walked to the chain fence surrounding the court and motioned the players over.

"I have a proposition for you," he said. "The winning team can have my companion here for an hour. Is there somewhere we could go nearby where we won't be interrupted?" He indicated the cameras. 

"Shit, that building ain't had nobody but crackheads in it for three years," said a player, pointing to a run-down shell behind the court. 

"Excellent. Well, continue with your contest." 

The players looked at each other, then looked at Carol. 

"Are you fuckin' with us, man? Cause if you are, we might just have to mess you up some." 

"I assure you, I am quite sincere. She will do whatever the winning team tells her to do, isn't that right, my dear?" 

Carol looked at their faces and nodded. They shook their heads as they went back to the game. 

"Man, only a white bitch would do somethin' like this," said one. "You'd never catch no sister spreading her legs for a bunch of white boys." 

"Who cares, man? Let's play. I could use a nice piece of pussy." 

"Shit, you got to win first." 

They went at it furiously and Carol found it difficult to concentrate on the action. She could only imagine the sight of five eager young black cocks, standing at attention and waiting the signal to plunge into her wherever they could find a hole. 

The game was finally over and the winning team gathered by the fence, sweaty and grinning.

One said, "Well, you ready, babe?" He held out his hand and Carol walked through the gate and followed the players to the building, Abu, Abdul and the cameramen right behind them.

All ten players came along and they were led up two flights of creaky stairs. The building smelled of vomit, mildew and god only knew what else. Carol was aware of the smell, but it did not bother her. She was more aware of the way the boys kept running their hands over her body as they walked, reaching up to cup a breast, pressing her ass from behind, even rubbing her pussy through the thin cotton of the robe.

They came to an empty room with a stained mattress lying in the middle of it. The guy who had led the way pulled the sash holding Carol's robe shut and threw it back to reveal her body. Carol was naked underneath and made no effort to hide anything. She shrugged the robe off and the boy put his hands on her waist, yanking her to him and reaching down to pinch her nipples. 

He pushed down his shorts and underwear and Carol let her hands drift over his erection, hot, heavy, and huge against her skin. He was at least ten inches long and she stroked him into full hardness within seconds of touching him. 

"Come on, give me a good fuck!" she hissed in his ear, putting her hands behind his neck and hopping up, grabbing him around the waist with her legs. 

He caught her and angled his hips to make it easier for his cock to gain access to her waiting pussy. It took several tries before it was lined up correctly, then he jammed his cock all the way inside her, sending explosions to her brain as her body accepted the intruder joyfully. 

He pulled her back and forth, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was loud in the room. Carol began crying out, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," over and over as she felt the desires building within her once more 

He bounced her up and down on his black joystick, and Carol squirmed against him with every thrust, trying to get even more of the delightful cock into her warm and wet love channel. She knew the whole scene was being filmed and the thought of someone somewhere watching her take on five young strangers in a deserted building turned her on. She leaned back to expose her upper body to the watchers and was pleased when one of the players grabbed her breasts and began to arouse them with both hands. 

"Oh, yes, that's it," she urged, panting as she screamed the words out, "pinch my nipples. Make me scream, come on, show me what you can do. Come on!" *

The boy began to twist her tits back and forth, pinching the nipples between his sweaty fingers. Carol groaned in ecstacy and closed her eyes as she felt the lover holding her begin to spew his load inside her. He grunted and slammed his meaty pole into her as hard as he could, anxious to drain every drop into the wild white woman he was fucking. Carol urged him on, holding him tightly with her long legs as he quivered and shook when his orgasm finally subsided. *

He pulled out and two others quickly positioned Carol on her hands and knees. She felt one cock poke into her from behind and opened her mouth to receive another in front. She was oblivious of everything except the cocks that seemed to spring to life all around her. She finished the two off quickly and was tossed onto the smelly mattress as another took his turn, sinking into her now pleasantly stretched pussy. Carol wrapped her legs around him and hung on as he shifted into overdrive, pounding her down into the soft surface of the mattress with each thrust.

She loved the feel of the boy's bodies, hard and muscular. She could feel every ridge of muscle as they fucked her with abandon, each shooting their load into her and then rolling off so another could take their place. Abu nodded to the five who had lost and they too took their turn with the wanton housewife. 

At one point Carol had a cock in her pussy, one in her mouth and was jerking off two who stood next to the mattress. She could feel their cocks jerk in her hands as the hot come shot out to puddle on the floor. She finished all ten boys and lay back, exhausted at last. Abu checked his watch and smiled as he realized the drug would be wearing off within a few minutes. 

Carol felt the wonderful warmth draining away as the drug wore off and she glanced around at the ten sprawling bodies she had just been fucking. A wave of disgust surged through her at her own debasement, knowing that she would gladly do it again as soon as she gave in and had another dose of whatever it was the Arab was giving her. 

Abu sensed that she had regained her senses and said, "Well, you have certainly been busy, little kitten. Now, you must do it again, this time without the drug."

"What! You must be joking!" 

"Boys, why don't you all take another turn? I'm sure our kitten will treat you all just as nice as she did the first time." 

Carol struggled as the first boy approached her, but soon found her arms and legs pinned by four grinning black boys, all urging their companion on. 

"Give it to her good, Maurice," one said, leaning down to flick Carol's nipples with his tongue. "Fuck that white bitch till she screams." 

Maurice did just that and it wasn't long before Carol was crying out, though it was not from pain but from pleasure as she felt another orgasm overtake her. Abu insisted that Carol suck off the remaining nine guys, a task she was willing to perform with little reluctance. She used her slender hands to bring them back to hardness, then drained them with long, deep sucking motions. Later, in the limo on the way back to the house, Abu said to her with a smile, "I think you may not need the drug any longer, little kitten." 

Carol said, "But I can't do without it. I need it." 

"We shall see," Abu said with a cruel grin. 

Thank you for reading. Please remember to vote. 



Awakening Desires Ch. 6



The next morning Carol was awakened by Abdul and told to dress in a long satin dress he tossed on the bed. Carol pulled the dress on, wondering what new acts she would be asked to perform this day. She felt the first gnawings in her belly that told her the cravings would soon hit full force. She licked her lips nervously as she walked down the long staircase to the first floor of the house.

"Ah, little kitten, you look marvelous," Abu said. "Come, we have an appointment to keep." 

"Where are we going?" Carol asked as the limo glided smoothly out of the driveway onto the freeway. 

"Lunch, my dear, at the fanciest restaurant in town." 

"Lunch? That's it? Just lunch?"

Abu sat back and pulled out a cigar, puffing contentedly on it. He would answer no more of Carol's questions and she sat back and relaxed. Perhaps he had grown tired of putting her through sexual acrobatics. By the time they had arrived at the restaurant, she was trembling from the hours she had spent since her last dose of the drug. She knew that within a half hour or so she would be begging for it.

"Abu, the powder...please..." 

He saw that she was beginning to sweat and clucked sympathetically. "Yes. I can see that you are in great need. I think it is time to begin weaning from the powder, as you call it." He poured out a tiny pinch of the drug, just enough so that she got a taste of it in her mouth. "That will stop the worst of the tremors I think," he said with a satisfied smile. "Today, I want you in full control of your faculties." 

They were shown to a corner table and Carol looked around at the bejeweled women and the well-dressed men at the other tables. She had never seen so many diamonds and pearls in her life. The atmosphere was subdued and elegant, with the rich smell of leather permeating everything. The chairs were plush and comfortable and the walls were covered with paintings. Tuxedoed waiters moved quietly from table to table, unobtrusively serving the wealthy clientele for which the place was famous. 

"How do you like it, my dear?" Abu asked as he glanced at his menu. 

"It's fabulous. I have never seen anything like this before. It must be wonderful to live like this."

"You would like that?" Abu said, leaning forward. 

"It might be nice," Carol said.

"That could very easily be arranged. If you want it, of course." 

Carol only stared at him. "What about my husband?" 

"Your husband at this moment is in the arms of an twenty year old student who has been fucking him ever since you have been at the farm. In fact, he fucked her even before you had left. He also has had sex with one of her friends, an eighteen year old, I believe. I do not think he misses you very much." 

Abu was pleased to see the anger cross her face. She gulped her water, her hands trembling. He smiled as he saw her fight to control herself. 

"Bastard!" she whispered. 

"How badly do you want this?" Abu asked. 

"I want it," Carol said decisively. 

"Then you will have to show me.” 

"Show you? How?" 

Abu looked around the room. "See that couple?" he said, pointing to a man and woman dining at the table next to them. The man looked to be in his fifties, with a strong, craggy face and hair beginning to gray at the temple. The woman was much younger, not much older than Carol, with a low-cut dress which perfectly set off her blond hair. They were deep in conversation. 

"What about them?" Carol asked. 

"I want you to go and seduce them both," Abu told her. 

"What? How?" 

"That is up to you," Abu said. "If you are able to entice them both into bed with you, I will give you your own apartment, car, wardrobe and fifty thousand dollars a year to spend as you see fit. In return, you will be available whenever and wherever I want you." 

Carol considered the offer. She felt another rumble in her stomach and a brief wave of nausea swept over her. "I think I need a bit more of the powder," she said with a slight grimace.

"But of course. Merely do what I told you and you can have as much as you need."

Carol glanced at the couple. They were separated from the rest of the room by a low wall covered with plants. They shared the alcove with her and Abu, but it was still a very public place. “Where are we to go? To the limo?" 

"You misunderstood my dear. You must do it here." 

She felt the need for the release of the drug burning up inside and begged Abu for another dose. He shook his head and promised her a fix as soon as she had fulfilled the requirements he had set out for her.

Carol took a deep breath and slid back her chair. She walked to the table and said, "Pardon me, but I was wondering if you would like to join us at our table. We hate to eat alone and since we seem to be the only couples here in this section, we thought that perhaps you would like to join us." 

The man looked up at her, then his eyes flicked appreciatively down her body quickly before going back to her face. The woman had a puzzled look on her face. 

"I am afraid I don't understand," she said. "We are just looking to enjoy a quiet lunch by ourselves. Thank you anyway." 

"We have some business to discuss," the man said, "so I guess we will have to take a rain check."

"Are you quite certain?" Carol said, dropping her voice and staring into the man's eyes. "I think it is so much more interesting to do things in groups, don't you? It adds so much to the experience."

He caught the husky note in her voice and looked at his companion. "It might be interesting, Mary. What do you say?" 

"Oh, alright," Mary replied somewhat irritably. 

Carol led them back to the table, relieved that she had accomplished the first part of her task so easily. Introductions were made and the man was named Phil. They talked as they waited for lunch and Carol was pleased to see that everyone was imbibing the strong drinks that Abu had recommended. She was still at a loss as to how to proceed. 

The men excused themselves after a time to go to the restroom and Carol leaned over to Mary and said, "I think that is a fantastic dress you are wearing, Mary."

"Thank you, Carol. I don't know if it is doing any good, though." 

"What do you mean?" 

Mary looked around to make certain no one was overhearing their conversation. "Well, the truth of the matter is that I was hoping that I could put the spark back into our marriage. Phil seems to have gotten, well... bored with me the last few years. Sex-wise, I mean. We just don't do it with the same old zing we used to. I wish I knew how to spice things up. He certainly seems taken with you, though."

Carol whispered, "I think he's nice looking too. Perhaps we can heat things up a bit. How far are you prepared to go?" 

"I don't know...Why?" 

"Maybe a new experience would heat things up for the both of you. Have you ever tried a threesome?"

Mary blushed. "Good lord, no! Have you?" she asked in a shocked voice. 

"Yes, and it was the greatest thing I ever did. It might work for you. Men sometimes need wild experiences to get their motors going again." 

"You really think so?" 

"I do. Will you do what I say?" 

Mary finished off her drink in one gulp and nodded weakly. "I guess I'll try anything, but I am really nervous."

"Relax," Carol said, moving her chair closer and putting her hand on Mary's leg. Mary jumped at the contact. "Easy, easy," Carol said soothingly, "I'm not going to hurt you, just get you in the mood. Trust me."

She put her hand back on Mary's leg and pushed aside her dress so that it rested on bare thigh under the cover of the table. Mary sat rigidly next to her, her breath coming in short gasps. Slowly, Carol moved her hand higher and rested it for a moment before gently prying her legs apart. Mary resisted for a moment, then gave in and opened her legs willingly. Carol rubbed her crotch, using her fingers to pluck at her clitoris through the thin fabric of her panties.

"How does that feel?" Carol asked. . 

"I've never... I mean, with a woman..." 

"That's ok. Do you like it?" Carol continued to rub Mary's pussy, feeling the heat from her building arousal. Mary groaned softly. 

"That's...ahhhhh....good..." 

Carol hooked her fingers in the panties and pulled them down. Mary shifted in her seat to allow them to slide over her shapely ass and down her long legs. Carol pulled them off and put them in her lap. She inserted her finger into Mary's pussy and gave it a few quick thrusts, enough to make her moan again. 

"Ok, enough for now. The guys will be back soon. I take it you are interested in more?"

"Oh god, yes," Mary said, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. 

"Would you like to have your pussy licked?" Carol whispered suddenly, noting the shudder that passed through Mary. She looked at Carol and nodded, her eyes wide. "I'll see what I can do," Carol said with a wicked grin. "Here come the guys." 

"You know, it's really getting very hot in here, don't you think?" Carol said as she fanned herself. She plucked at the front of her dress, pulling it out and leaning forward ever so slightly so that Phil could see the roundness of her breasts. “I really do think I am wearing too much."

Phil grinned and said, "Well, why don't you just take something off then?" He laughed and took a sip of his drink. 

"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Carol said teasingly. 

"Sure.” 

She looked around as if considering the possibility. "I don't know..." she said, as if uncertain.

"Stop teasing," Abu told her sternly.

"You don't think I would? Either of you?" 

Carol of course knew that Abu understood what was going on, but the Arab played along with her. He shook his head and Phil took another quick sip of his drink before saying. "I think you're teasing, too."

Carol kept her eyes on him as she reached slowly under her dress and peeled her panties down. She flipped them across the table to Phil and said, "Keep them for now. I'll let you know when I want them back." 

He glanced at his wife and relaxed when he saw that she was making no objections to what was going on. "How do I know these are yours? You could have just pretended to take them off. For all I know you had them under the table the whole time." He pretended to look around as if she had more things on the floor. 

Carol nodded. "I see that I'll have to give you more proof. Drop your fork." 

"Eh? How's that?" 

"Your fork. Drop it and look under the table." 

Phil did as he was told and when his head was under the table, Carol hitched her skirt up and spread her legs slightly, giving him an unimpeded view of her naked pussy. She thrust her hips forward a bit to tease him, then dropped the dress back into place. When Phil emerged, his face was flushed and he had a look of lust on his face.

"Satisfied?" Carol smiled. 

"Not quite, but I'm getting there." 

The sexual tension was getting thick. Carol glanced at Mary and saw that her eyes were wide and her face had a strange look of yearning on it. Abu looked smug as he nodded at Carol approvingly. Another wave of nausea swept over her and she decided she better speed things up so she could get her dose before she began feeling sick.

"Mary," she said, turning to the woman at her left, "aren't you feeling a bit hot?"

"Oh, forget it," Phil said with a wave of his hand, "she doesn't have the kind of make-up to do what you just did."

Carol said, "Don't be so sure," as she tossed Mary's panties across the table to her husband. 

He fingered them for a moment before pushing them out of sight under the table. A waiter came by with more drinks and they waited until he was out of earshot. Phil looked at Mary and asked, "Yours?" 

"We should check if you don't recognize them," Carol told him. He shrugged his shoulders and started to push his fork to the side of the table. Carol put her hand over his and flicked Abu's fork to the floor. The Arab smiled and slowly bent down to retrieve the utensil. 

Mary stared at her husband as she shifted in her seat so that she could move her dress aside. Her breasts were rising and falling quickly as they watched her push aside the material and open her legs to the gaze of a complete stranger. She closed her eyes and shuddered. Abu took his time, even going so far as to use his hand to nudge her legs even farther apart. Mary complied without protest and he took the opportunity to run his fingers along her thigh, stopping just short of actually touching her pussy. 

He straightened at last and said, "I can verify that she is not wearing anything under her dress, at least not on the bottom. Might I add, I found the view quite excellent.”

Phil was speechless. Carol moved her chair closer and said throatily, "Now your turn." 

"What?" 

"Sure. I'm sure by now that you could use a little air on your private parts as well. Turnabout's fair play. Do you want me to help?" She put her hand on his crotch and gave a slight squeeze. 

He watched in fascination as Carol's slim fingers unzipped him and pushed aside his shorts to free his erection. She began to slowly stroke him, smiling at the look on his face. He desperately covered his lap with his napkin, looking down from time to time to watch her fingers manipulate his cock. Mary swallowed her drink in haste and licked her lips nervously.

"Do you like that?" Carol said. 

"Oh, god, yes," Phil groaned. 

"Would you like to watch Mary do Abu?" Carol whispered softly into his ear. "Would you like to watch her jerk him off, or maybe suck him, hmmm?" 

Phil nodded, unable to say anything. 

"Mary, Phil would like you to take care of Abu," Carol said. "I think he wants to watch you with another man. Is that it, Phil? Do you want to watch Abu fuck Mary?"

Mary looked at Phil and was shocked when her husband nodded yes. She swallowed nervously and squeaked, "That's really what you want? You want to watch me with another man?" 

"Yes," he said. "But you'll never do it." 

Mary looked at the swarthy Arab sitting next to her. Somehow the situation had gotten out of control. One minute she was feeling horny and thinking about perhaps taking Carol up on her offer of a threesome, the next she was watching her husband getting jerked off in public and being told that she should fuck some man while he watched. She found Abu somewhat repulsive and did not at all like the way he looked at her as if she were nothing but a piece of meat. He chuckled as if he could read her mind and put his hands behind his head, patiently waiting for her to make up her mind. 

She didn't really want to do it, but she was feeling horny and she did not like the attitude that Phil was displaying, as if she were not capable of such a thing. Carol saw that she was going to do it and pushed her just a little bit more. "You don't have to if you don't want to, Mary. I can take care of both of them." 

Mary said nothing, but hitched her chair around so that she was close enough to Abu to reach for the zipper in his pants. Abu caught her wrist and said, "I think perhaps we should go out into the parking lot. My limosine will certainly be a bit more private." 

As they were walking out, Abu whispered to Carol, "I will relent on the public part, but I still insist on you taking on both of these people before getting any more of the powder."

They got into the back of the car and Abu pushed a button on the arm of one of the doors. Immediately dark shaded glass slid sliently into place, effectively shielding the interior from any curious eyes. 

"Who should go first?" Carol said, unbuttoning Phil's shirt and running her hands over his chest. 

"Mary," whispered Phil, watching his wife with an intent look. 

Mary slowly reached behind her to unhook the dress, then pushed it off her shoulders and down to the floor. She unhooked her bra and dropped it on top of the dress, crossing her arms in front of her as if she were suddenly cold. Abu laughed and reached out to roughly pull them open so he could run his eyes up and down her body. 

"No need to hide from friends," he said with a chuckle. Mary struggled, but she could not break free. 

"Phil, are you going to just sit there?" she demanded. 

Carol leaned close to nibble at his ear and whispered, "Doesn't it turn you on a bit to watch this? Abu can make her do anything he wants and she can't stop him. Would you like to see that?"

Phil turned his head to passionately kiss her, ignoring the pleas of his wife as Abu held her wrists together with one hand and squeezed her breasts with the other. He hit the intercom buton and said, "Drive." 

The car accelerated as they headed away from the resturant. 

Phil and Carol watched as Abu reached into a compartment in the back of the seat and pulled out a two pairs of handcuffs. "Help me," he said to Phil, tossing one set to him. They attached the cuffs to Mary's wrists, then through hooks set in the ceiling of the car. Mary struggled back and forth, but her face was a mask of excitement as she realized she was naked and helpless in front of her husband and two strangers. 

Abu quickly shed his clothing and began to run his tongue up and down her body, licking her ribs and biting playfully at her full nipples. Mary looked down and watched as his fingers slowly poked their way into her moist pussy, rotating against the tightness of her channel as she clenched her muscles. She groaned and thrust her hips at Abu, no longer fighting. He pushed her legs wide open and eased his cock into her pussy, causing her to hunch her hips against him and cry out, "Feels so good, feels so good..." 

Abu began to move against her, the slap of his thighs against hers loud in the confines of the car. Mary thrashed back and forth, her hair forming a halo as it whipped from side to side. Abu leaned forward to engulf one nipple in his mouth, using his tongue to press it against his teeth. He pinched the other, rubbing the sensitive nub between thumb and forefinger and pulling against it so that her breast elongated slightly. Mary loved it.

Phil had never before felt anything approaching the level of excitement he felt now watching the Arab fuck his wife just inches away from him. He could see from her expression that she was thoroughly enjoying the session and her cries came closer together as her climax grew and spread throughout her body. He plunged his hands down the front of Carol's dress, desperately pushing it back to reveal her tits and brutally grabbing at them as his lust overcame his reserve. 

She arched her back and urged him on, her own need growing from the sight of Abu's fucking. It was only a matter of seconds before they were both naked and she had his cock deep inside her, her long legs, securely wrapped around his back. Mary opened her yes to see her husband screwing Carol and it pushed her own arousal higher. "Come on, Abu, fuck me," she ordered, pulling him to her with her legs and pushing her hips forward to meet every thrust of his. 

Abu savagely thrust his cock into the shackled woman, feeling the delightful tightness of her pussy and noting with expert eyes the desperate need she had to be dominated. He let go of her hips, leaving Mary to clutch him using only her legs and began to twist her firm breasts back and forth in his powerful hands, a move that made her sigh with pleasure. He kissed her hard, feeling her tongue as it pushed its way into his mouth and she began crying out as her orgasm swept over her. 

"Ohhhhh!!!" she cried, screaming loudly as long denied feelings carried her away.

Abu felt his own climax coming and pounded his cock into her until his semen jetted out and coated her love channel. He licked her nipples, flicking the buds back and forth with his tongue as he felt the last of his come spurt into Mary.

Phil had turned Carol over onto her hands and knees and was driving into her from behind, using his hands to grab her tight, firm ass and steady himself for new plunges. Carol's face was pressed down into the leather seat and she sighed as Phil stimulated her with his cock. She loved this new sensation of fucking men whenever they wanted and whenever she wanted. 




Awakening Desires Ch. 6



It did not take Phil long to come as he spurted into Carol, drenching her hot pussy and crying out as he felt the overwhelming sensation of his climax . Carol was a bit disappointed that he had not lasted longer as her fires of arousal had not been quenched. Then she remembered that Abu had told her to take on both Mary and Phil and she saw a way to kill two birds with one stone. 

She whispered into Abu's ear and he chuckled appreciatively. Mary was still shackled to the roof of the limo, watching her husband as he rolled back in the seat with a satisfied smile on his face. Abu undid the cuffs from the roof and attached them to the handle of the door so that Mary was lying flat across one of the leather seats. She squirmed a bit as tiny little spasms of pleasure continued to pass through her. She had never even dreamed of doing anything so decadent and something about the handcuffs was lighting her up like she had never been lit before. 

She saw Carol straddle her body and work her way up until her crotch was poised over Mary's face. Mary could smell the deep musky smell of her husband's semen and could see it glistening in the matted hair of Carol's pussy. Some of it dripped down onto her chin.

Carol lowered herself and ordered Mary, "Lick me clean." 

Mary twisted her face away, but Carol caught it between her hands and forced her mouth onto the soaking wet muff. Mary could not resist with her hands confined and tentatively swabbed at the wet tissues with her tongue. Immediately, it was coated with a combination of her husband's come and the juices that Carol had secreted, a combination that tasted a bit sour, but wasn't as awful as she had thought. Mary began to slurp with increasing vigor when she sensed Carol pressing her pussy against her tongue. She found that she enjoyed the sensation of pleasure she got from knowing that her tongue was beginning to have an effect on the woman crouched above her. 

"Oh, that's nice, that's nice," Carol crooned softly, encouraging her. She reached behind her to gently rub Mary's nipples. The nipples responded to her touch and Mary began to buck up and down as her own plasure began to build. She began to moan as she desperately speeded up her ministrations. 

Carol suddenly shifted around so that she was facing away from Mary and lowered her head until she could lick the dark pussy that beckoned so invitingly to her. The men looked on in approval as the women used their tongues to give each other pleasure and their slurps and moans filled the car. It wasn't long before they both experienced shattering climaxes and Mary almost ripped the handle from the door in her thrashings. Carol eagerly lapped up Mary's juice, loving the taste and feeling her own orgasm relax her as it swept away the withdrawal sypmtoms she had been feeling. She realized that she no longer needed the powder to make her want to experience physical plasures. Her body was far too enslaved by her passions now and she experienced a sense of wonder at the power of that passion. 

She sat back and used a towel to wipe the moisture from her lips. Abu and Phil were smiling. Abu held out a vial of the powder, but Carol shook her head. "I don't think I'll need it anymore. When do we begin our arrangement?" 

Abu smiled. "Immediately, I think. You've no reason to go back to your house, have you?"

Carol fondled his cock and when it grew into another erection, leaned forward to take it in her mouth. She paused with a smile and said, "No reason at all," before resuming the blowjob. Behind her, Phil raised her legs and once again entered her, pounding her pussy with renewed vigor. Carol let herself go and thrilled at the double sensation of a prick in her mouth and one in her pussy. Her old life was over and she eagerly awaited the new one. 

Sue opened the door and saw Jim's grinning face. She returned the smile and motioned for him to come on inside. He entered, followed by a young girl that she did not recognize. She looked a bit puzzled and Jim said, "This is Marianne. She was visiting and I decided to bring her over to meet you and Dave." 

"Hi, Marianne, I'm Sue," she said, still confused. She wondered where Carol was. She had not seen her in more than a week. "I'm going out, but Dave is down in the club basement. Go on down." 

"Nice meeting you," Marianne said shyly. 

Sue watched her and Jim, then shrugged her shoulders and left the house. She was late for her rendezvous with the boys and she wasn't going to spend any time worrying about Jim and his little friend. 

Dave was watching a game on TV, a beer in his hand and his feet up on the couch. He stood up as Jim and Marianne came down the steps, his eyes lighting up when he saw the young girl for the first time. Marianne was wearing a tight halter top and a pair of brief denim shorts. She shook Dave's hand and curled up in a chair while the men talked. . 

"How long will Sue be gone?" Jim asked. 

"Probably four or five hours. She said she and Carol were going to do some shopping." Jim realized that she was lying since Carol wasn't due back from wherever she had gone for another week. Sue must be getting some on the side, he thought, and promised himself that he would confront her with it in private. Later. 

"Why don't we call up some of the guys and have them over," Jim whispered. 

Dave looked at him and asked, "What did you have in mind?" 

"Marianne will entertain us better than the TV. Who can you get over here in the next ten minutes?" 

"Pete, Sam, maybe Tom." 

"Do it." 

Dave made the phone call and within ten minutes the three men had arrived and introductions had been made. Marianne shyly shook hands with each man, though she plainly looked nervous. She tugged at Jim's sleeve and pulled him aside. 

"What are we doing?" she asked. "When you called this afternoon, you said we were going to get together for...well, you know..." 

Jim smiled. "Don't worry about that, baby. We are, we are." 

"Well, how long are we going to stay here, then? I have to be home in three hours and I hate to waste time. Don't you want to...do it again with me?" She blushed. 

"I surely do, honey, I surely do. But you know what I would like even better?" 

"What?" she asked. 

"I'd like to watch you getting gang-banged first." 

Marianne's eyes grew wide and she shook her head. "You can't mean that. I want to go home right now!" 

Jim smiled down at her. "You'll go when I say you can go, understand? I'd hate to have to tell Tammy that you disappointed me. I thought things were going good with cheerleading. I can take you home, but it will mean you're off the team, of course." 

"No...don't tell her. What do you want me to do?" she said, defeated. 

"Just do what the guys tell you to and you'll be just fine." 

Dave had passed out beers and the men had taken seats. The small basement was crowded and they all were staring at Marianne, openly admiring her figure, barely concealed by her tight clothes. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra and they looked at each other and grinned. 

"That's a nice outfit you've got there, Marianne," Tom said. 

"Thank you," she said softly, her eyes downcast. 

"Listen, guys," Jim said, "I've got an idea for a little game. Marianne here is a cheerleader so she's pretty athletic. She can see if she is a better athlete than five old guys. What do you say?" 

"What'd you have in mind?" Sam asked. 

"We'll play a little game of flag football here in the basement. Marianne can take us on one at a time." 

"That I'd like to see, " Pete said to laughter. 

"Everytime she scores, she gets a point, everytime one of us scores we get a point. Loser has to do whatever the winner tells them to do. Agreed?" 

The men were agreeable and Marianne nodded without looking up. Jim quickly fashioned four rags into flags. 

"Let's see, where should we put these?" he asked with a grin. He unbuckled her shorts and tucked one rag into the waistband of her panties, so that it hung in front of her. The other, he tucked into the halter top, pulling it through so that some stuck out of top and some on the bottom. The others applauded. 

"Anything goes, right?" Dave asked, with a gleam in his eyes. 

"Absolutely," Jim replied. "Now, we have to give Marianne an additional handicap I think since she is so much younger than us old farts. I've got it." 

He made her put her hands behind her back and he lashed them together with a piece of clothesline. 

"How am I supposed to get your flags?" she asked. 

"We'll walk slowly," Jim said. "You can use your mouth." 

He put a flag into his pants and out the zipper. The men laughed. 

"I bet she'll be able to do that easy enough," Dave said. "Have you had lots of practice going after things with your mouth, honey?" 

Marianne did not reply. Jim put her at one end of the room and said, "You go first. If you can get by me without losing a flag, you get a point." 

Marianne ran at him and tried twisting to one side. He easily captured her and pawed at her breasts as if trying to get the flag out. She squirmed as his hands fondled her sensitive breasts. Jim pretended to let her slip away so that she could try again. 

This time, he reached down and yanked her shorts down so he could free the flag in her panties. He held her off the ground and tugged the garment off her completely, tossing it aside while the others cheered. Her panties were black satin and Jim reached inside and slowly pulled the flag out, rubbing against her clitoris as he did. 

"Ok, you did not get through and you lost your shorts. Now, get ready, it's my turn." 

Slowly, he walked toward her. Marianne tried to nip at the flag hanging in front of him, but he turned his hips so that she lost her balance and fell to her back. Jim kneeled over her, rubbing his crotch against her face. Slowly, he pushed past her and walked to the other side of the basement. 

"That's one for us," he said. "Who's next?" 

Dave went next and he also held Marianne off the ground while he leisurely explored her halter top with his fingers. "Damn, I just can't get the hang of this game," he said. "That flag is hard to grab all right." 

They watched as he let his hand slip into the young cheerleader's panties, rubbing her clitoris for a minute before pulling the flag loose. Marianne was once more unsuccessful in stopping him from moving past her. She was getting turned on by the manipulation of her sensitive areas and the fact that she knew she was going to have to fuck these five men shortly.

When Sam got up to play, she no longer tried to avoid him, walking slowly forward with her back arched so that he could easily play with her tits. She stood in front of him as he reached out to squeeze the soft globes, caressing them with both hands. 

"You like that, do you?" he asked. 

"Oh, yesssss!" she whispered. 

"Time for the real entertainment, "Jim said. "Take her clothes off, Sam. 

Sam slipped the halter top over her head and left it dangling on her still tied hands. Marianne stepped out of her panties as he pushed them down her long legs. They admired the naked teenager for a moment before surrounding her and taking turns pinching her nipples or massaging her pussy. 

"Mmmmm," Marianne sighed with pleasure as the men aroused her. 

Jim reached down to spread her legs. Marianne complacently allowed him to probe her soaking pussy with two fingers, humping her young hips against the older man's hand. Jim pulled his fingers out and pushed his pants off, stroking his cock as he moved toward the helpless cheerleader. Marianne leaned back and smiled as Jim slowly pushed his entire erection inside, moving slowly back and forth to lubricate his shaft. When he was certain the girl was ready, he began to hump more quickly, feeling her pussy contract around his penis. 

"Oh, oh, oh..." Marianne grunted with each stroke. 

The others watched with pleasure as Jim lifted Marianne and pulled her to him. Her wrists were covered by the halter top, but the sight of the confined cheerleader being fucked was an arousing one. Dave fetched his video camera and began filming every second of the defilement. 

Jim groaned as his come spurted deep inside the eager belly of the girl. She laughed as she was pushed right to the very brink of orgasm. Glancing around, she saw that the other men had shed their clothes and the sight of four more adult cocks ready for her to service was almost more than she could stand. Eagerly, she licked her lips and said, "Who do I do next?" 

They put her on the sofa and Pete began to fuck her while Tom stood near her head and let her sweet mouth suck on his hard cock. Mariane slurped the dick with delight, using her tongue to swirl around the sensitive head. She wished her hands were free, but the bondage was a bit of a turn-on, she had to admit. 

Dave got the whole thing on tape, including the grand finale when they freed her hands. Marianne was put on her knees and made to suck Jim's cock while Pete screwed her from behind. Dave and Tom stood next to her and Marianne jerked them off, letting their come splash hotly against her firm, ripe, young body. Dave had the camera on a tripod and he was happy to see that the angle had caught every second of the gang-bang. 

Marainne got dressed and gave each man a long, lingering kiss. "Can we do this again some time?" she asked. 

"We sure can," Dave said. "I tell you what. We can all go to my fishing cabin next weekend. It's out in the woods and we can do whatever we want without being disturbed. What do you say?" 

"OK. I'll tell my parents I'm spending the night at a friend's house." 

Jim said, "I've got a better idea. Why not turn this into a real party. Do you have any friends at college that would like to come along?" 

"I don't know. I don't think any of my friends are into this sort of thing." 

"Even better. Bring one friend with you and if she doesn't know anything about what we've got planned, it will be even more fun for everyone." 

Marianne looked unsure. "I don't know..." 

Jim stepped closer and said, "Listen, you do what we tell you to do. If you don't have a friend with you next weekend, you will be spending the weekend getting punished. I'm sure we could think of some very good punishments." He stared at her until Marianne dropped her head and nodded. 

"Ok, I'll find somebody for you." 

Jim gently cupped her face and gave her a soft kiss. "That's a good girl. You'll have fun, I promise." He rubbed her tits and Marianne melted against him, groaning softly with pleasure. She loved the feelings he gave her and the more he rubbed her breasts, the less reservations she had about initiating someone from school into the world of adult sex. It might be a bit of a turn-on after all, she thought, arching her back to allow access to her sensitive nipples. 

"Oh, that feels so good..."

"Well, just imagine two entire days filled with feeling good," Jim said as the others agreed. "We'd better get going now. We wouldn't want you to be grounded next weekend, now would we?" 

Sue waited impatiently on the corner, checking her watch from time to time. It was thirty minutes past the time when the boys had promised to pick her up and she frowned with disappontment. This had happened several times before. She had little choice in the matter since she had nothing to threaten them with. They knew she wasn't going to end the affair and it seemed that they took pleasure in playing this game with her, promising to show up, then failing to show. Sometimes, they did it for two or three meetings in a row, enough to keep her off balance. 

"Fuck them," Sue muttered, heading back to her car. She considered going to a bar to try to pick up someone, then decided against it. She was horny right now and did not want to go through the long process of small talk that could lead to a romp in the sack with a stranger. She would settle for Dave tonight and hope the boys were more dependable the next time out.

When she got back to the house, she saw that Jim's car was gone, but three others were in the driveway. She went inside and poked her head down the basement steps to see her husband watching TV with Pete, Sam, and Tom. 

"Hey, babe," Dave greeted her. "You got done early." 

Sue went down the basement, hoping to find out how long the three were staying. Tonight, of all nights, she wanted them out of the house as soon as possible so she could get Dave to service her needs. 

"Yeah," she replied. "What have you all been doing?" 

The men grinned at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Dave said, "Nothin' much. Watched some football." 

Sue smiled and shook her head. "Is that all you men ever think about?" 

Pete said, "Oh, no, we think about other things too." He looked her up and down with a leer. 

Sue said, "Thinking and doing are two different things. What are you all up to now?" 

Dave said, "I was going to suggest that we watch some of our home movies, but now that you're home, I don't kow how you feel about that..." 

Sue considered for a moment, then said, "I think the guys might find them interesting. I'll pick out a good one." 

Dave could not believe it, but it seemed that his wife was about to fulfill another of his fantasies. What a night! 

Tom. Sam, and Pete looked curiously at Dave when Sue went upstairs. "Don't worry," he assured them. "The film's short, but very interesting." 

Sue came back down and Dave saw that she had indeed fetched the film of he had shot of her gang-bang. She pushed it into the VCR and perched herself on the arm of Dave's chair. Sue used the remote control to flick the film into motion and sat back to watch the expressions of the men as it unfolded for them. 

This was the first time she had looked at the film in a long time and she found that it was turning her on, knowing that in a few minutes these friends of her husband were going to watch her get fucked by two young studs. It was making her horny thinking about it. 

The men watched in amazement as they saw Sue tied to the bed, then stripped and fucked by the movers. They looked from the film to her and back again. Sue smiled at them each time they looked at her, showing them that she wasn't the least bit emabarrassed by the whole thing. When the film was over, they all watched to see what would happen. 

"Damn," Dave said, pretending to be frustrated. "Now we've watched that and the guys are probably all worked up about it. You shouldn't tease them with that when they can't have any." 

"Who says they can't?" Sue whispered sexily. "I certainly have no objections." 

She walked closer to the sofa and stood before the three friends of her husband, posing with her hands held over her head. She smiled and said, "Would one of you unzip me?" turning to present the back of her dress to the men.

Tom quickly reached up to pull the zipper down, pushing the dress to the floor. Sue was wearing a see-through bra and tiny bikini panties. She sat in Tom's lap and gave him a deep kiss, her arms around his neck. She felt one of the others undoing her bra snap and leaned back a bit so that they could slide it off her breasts. She felt a hand cup a breast, tugging the nipple until it swelled and thickened with arousal. Sue shook the bra from her arms and pulled away from Tom, allowing both breasts to come under the attention of the men on each side of him. 

"Ooohhh, that does feel good," she laughed. "Well, I suppose I'll have to fuck all of you. I don't want to play any favorites. Who wants to be first?" 

Dave got the camera ready again, filming his wife as she willingly opened her legs to the thrusts of first Tom, then Sam, then Pete. She was groaning loudly as Pete fucked her, obviously climaxing as he shot his load deep inside her. 

"Come on, fuck me harder," she urged as he pumped away. "Harder!" 




Awakening Desires Ch. 6



When Pete was finished, Dave handed the camera to Sam and stood in front of Sue. He pulled his erection free and Sue kneeled by his feet to service him orally. She eased his cock inside her mouth, reaching up with one hand to grasp the shaft and jerk it back and forth. The evening had not turned out so badly after all, she thought, as she waited for the explosion of hot cum that would soon coat her throat. Maybe this would turn into a regular thing and she would not have to depend on the college boys any longer. It would serve them right for screwing around with a good thing, Sue thought, swallowing as her husband suddenly spurted into her mouth. 

Before Sue could move, the others had lined up and she looked up at three more erections. With a laugh, she said, "OK, but then you have to go." 

Each man received a long blow-job and each squirted a tiny bit of fluid into the eager housewife's talented mouth. Sue was spent by the time Sam had stopped groaning. She got to her feet and smiled. 

"We'll have to do this again some time," she said. 

"We sure will," Sam replied. "Say, Dave, maybe Sue would like to come along with us on that fishing trip next week-end." 

"Fishing?" Sue said with distaste. "I don't think so." 

"Oh, come on Sue," Tom urged. "We aren't going to be fishing anyway. Jim's coming along, too. We could use an enthusiastic woman like you to liven things up a bit. Maybe you don't think you can last the whole weekend?" 

Sue said, "I can fuck you guys into the ground. Ok, you've got a deal. I'll come along. It might be interesting. Who else is going?" 

Dave replied, "Jim, the four of us, and that girl he had with him tonight. She's going to bring a friend along." 

"Won't that complicate things a bit?" Sue looked around at the grins on the men's faces. "You mean that kid is going to let you dirty old men fuck her? What makes you think she won't yell rape?" 

"She didn't complain tonight," Sam said. 

Sue was shocked. How long had Dave been fucking that nymphet? She found that she wasn't angry, in fact, was curious to see the girl get screwed by the men. It was an interesting picture. "Well, it seems the weekend will be interesting after all. Just one big fucking family. Think you guys can handle all of it?" 

"Don't worry," Pete assured her. "We'll be fine. He leaned down to quickly suck one of Sue's nipples. "See you Saturday" 

Sue kissed each of the others goodbye and thought about screwing the five men all weekend. It was making her pussy wet just thinking about it and she knew the week was going to seem like it was taking forever to pass by. 

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