0 comments/ 59997 views/ 4 favorites Little Miss Anything Ch. 01 By: ElderCattus "Oh, God, I'm so bored," I thought, as I struggled into the old basic-black sheath dress. The old black bra had gone on first, the old black pantyhose were next. The old plain heels were last. No surprises. Oh, rats, at least one surprise. Run in pantyhose. And I hate garter belts and hose. "Same old dinner, same old party. Same old, same old..." I continued in my mind. "Maybe I can meet someone. Anyone. We can talk and flirt a bit, then Tye will have to leave early, and leave me behind, and he'll offer me a ride home, an' half way there he'll just reach over an' kiss me, an' shove his hand under my dress, an' I'll moan, an' unzip the back an' shove my tits in his face an'..." The accelerating, faceless fantasy was shattered by Tye's dull voice. "You almost ready, Chaz?" "I suppose so," my voice came back, dully. "Then we oughta go soon." "Yeah, we oughta," echoed Tye, sounding just as bored. "Uh huh..." I let the words and thought just run out and away, like sand dribbling from a shattered hourglass. Ours had just about run out, too. Tye slouched toward the car, and I followed in silence. God, we used to talk to each other, even that. What happened to the marriage? We drove off into the early evening. By the time we'd get there, it'd be night, and by the time we'd get back it'd be late, and we'd get up on Saturday, and yawn, and he'd do his house and yard things, and I'd cook and clean. "There had to be something else: is this all there is," I thought. As the car bumped and lurched down the narrow country lane, I leaned my head back in silence, and just remembered. Named Penolope Chastity Yablonski, I took up calling myself, in college, first Chastity, then quickly, Chaz. I quickly met and married Olff Tyvaggerson McHenery, which he fast-laned to Tye. First an English professor, then in Insurance, now a market research writer, we made out OK, but nothing special. So here we are, kids grown and gone, decent country house, decent lives, decent social life, decent dull, dull, dull. "OK, so I'm in my 40's, so what," I continued to myself. "My hair's not grey: well, not much. My waist is still pretty slender. Nice legs, I walk alot, alone. Still got my breasts." I felt the flare of temper, if only in my own mind, "OK, I've still got my Tits! So they're small, B-size (boobettes, really), but firm, not much sag, and nice, suckable, dark nipples..." The flare died as it'd flamed. "Much good all that does me, no one uses them any more. I'd like to meet someone (that faceless man, again), and stare at him, so that he'd know, without saying a word, that I wanted him to rip it out and thrust into... Tye's voice broke in to my reverie, with a jolt. "Do you wanna stop for some coffee?" Huh? But I replied, "I dunno, do you?" I saw his lips tighten. "Well, do you or don't you?" Damnit, how to break out of this spiral? But all I heard myself say was, "I dunno...whatever you want." "We've gotta talk, so here's OK." He pulled out of the road, and into a cafe. One of those little out-of-the-way places you don't think twice about, except when you need coffee and talk. Food out front, a lounge back behind, a private members- only club. This was unpredictable, at least. What did he want? I suppose it should have been a bombshell. Mostly, it was a fizzle. Both of us. Let's not play it out, line by line, you know what's coming. He'd been thinking about a divorce. I'd been daydreaming about a separation. He'd had an affair. I knew about it. I'd had fantasies, up to 20 a day, about other men; sometimes two, three, up to five men at once. He knew about most of them (I talk in my sleep, it seems). I never did anything about my fantasies. He was bored. I was bored. Both of us, no something, no...zest. Nowhere to go. Even this conversation was boring, dull, flat. What was wrong here? "So, that's it," Tye said, heavily. "Looks like it," I replied, lifeless voiced. "So let's go back to the house. I'll call the party and cancel out. You wanna do that?" "I dunno, whatever you want." He paid, and we left. The car wasn't over 30' from the cafe's door. We moved toward the car. Just a few steps. In those few steps, panic flared inside. "It's ending," a voice screamed inside me, "do something!" What? "Anything?" What should I do? "You're going to loose him, right now. DO IT!" What was 'IT'? The car door opened, and I settled into my side of the seat. Tye got in, closed the door, and reached for the key to start the car. The tiny voice startled even me. It came from my throat, OK, but I swear I didn't start to say, "Don't. I'll do anything." Tye startled. He swung his eyes around toward me. They were wide. He looked over, giving me his full attention. "Say that again." The voice continued to come out of me. I didn't fight it. But what was I getting into, as I heard, "I'll do anything if you don't go?" A little smile played around his lips. It was the first smile I'd seen on his face in weeks. "You know," he ventured, "'anything' covers a lot of ground." I saw him lick his lips just a little (I don't even think he knew he did it). "You sure you'll do 'anything' to keep us going?" Silent, the tiny voice quiet, all I could do was nod, just a bit. Suddenly I realized my breasts were aching, the nipples full, hard, stretched. And I was wet! I couldn't help it, my hand went up to massage my left breast, and I crossed and un- crossed my legs, over and over. Damn, I could feel the hard nipple through bra, and dress. It felt like it was hard enough to see across the parking lot! "When shall we start with 'anything'," Tye asked, openly smiling now? I stammered something about going back to the house, and taking it slow at first, talking it out. He shook his head, slowly. "Uh-uh. I know you, Chaz? You'll want to intellectualize it, rationalize decisions, talk it over and over, suck all the emotion out of it with words. We start it right now, or no go." My head bobbed up, down, once. I was trembling too bad to speak. What was happening? Was I letting go? The tiny voice said, "yeah, let go..." I looked up to see he had the car phone out, and was canceling us out of the party. At the last moment. What was he up to? "OK, little miss 'anything', I want to see lots. Lots of leg. Lots of tit. Lots of ass. I wan' a hot fuckin' exhibitionist bitch. One that likes to show it off. One that likes to DO IT! An' I want it right now!" My head bobbed up, down, again. I was too tensed up to speak. And was I getting wetter? I started to pull up my skirt an inch or so. "Oh, no, you don't. I want 'lots'." Then he took out his little pocket knife, and started to work on the side seam of my black sheath outfit. So I was 'little miss anything' now. I'll show him 'anything'. "Higher," I hissed, "cut it higher!" Working carefully, me holding the material and him cutting away the threads, he slit open my skirt. To the knee. To the mid-thigh. To the upper thigh. To the place just below the hip. Tight before, I was shocked to see my leg, thigh and hip emerge from the material. I could see my panties and the garter belt holding up the hose. Shocked...and turned on, too. I thought, looking at the exposed hose-covered skin, "not bad, not bad at all: trim, nice and smooth." I stroked my leg with my own hand, as if it were someone else's. It felt really good, kind of shivery warm. "Hmmm," I reacted, "let's do some more of this." Tye was looking at me, considering. His hands reached out, fingered my black cotton panties. "Looks like he wants a quick feel," I thought. I couldn't have been more wrong. With a quick flip, my now-ruined dress was open to the waist. His hand reached out, grabbed a handful of the panties, and, with powerful pull, ripped them off my body. "I'm sure glad they were old one, or I'd have marks," I thought to myself. At least in words, because what I felt was shock, exposure...surge of intense pleasure. I was in a car, in a well-lighted public parking lot. My skirt was opened to the waist. A MAN had just torn off my panties. My dripping (?) fur was exposed to the light. Anybody walking by could see straight up my... God, I didn't think my nipples could get any harder, but they did. He took the ruined material, slowly wadded it up into a ball, rolled down his window, and threw my panties out onto the parking lot. I was still stroking my exposed hip and thigh with one hand, and squeezing my breast with the other. I swear I could feel each seam and pucker in my dress through my now-bare buttocks, and even feel the parking-lot lights with my lower belly. I felt him take my arms, and place them both under my own head, against the car's headrest, growling, "leave them there!" Didn't he want me to hold him as he kissed me? No. I felt his fingers on my fur, sliding down into my (shockingly) wet opening. I looked at his face, and it was fixed in an expression of...just fixed, I don't know what. The fingers, I think two or three, I couldn't tell, probed lower, working my vagina lips apart. Then... Oh, God! With one smooth, plunging motion, all those fingers slipped-slid into me. He started a smooth, in-and-out motion, and it felt so good. As a pressure started building in me, I bucked my hips to match his motion. I gasped, something like, "that's it, pump my vagina." He growled at me, shockingly, "Fuck that word, 'vagina', bitch. Don't use 'vagina' again unless I say so." "What do I call it, then," I thought, but the words came un- bidder to my gasping lips. "Feel my cunt," I gasped as the pressure climbed. I started to have images course through my brain. Images of bare bodies. Men, faceless naked men. Cocks, bare stiff cocks. Lots of them. Entering me, pulling out, slippery and shiny, going back in, thrusting, pushing, squeezing, cum pushing, thrusting CUMcum faceless hands holding, grabbing, tearing at clothes CUMCUM C U M M I N G cumming cumming mmmmmmmm. I orgasmed, groaning and gasping, shoving my body up away from the car seat, twisting, pushing to shove his fingers--his hand--further into me. And collapsing, to slowly let the congestion run out. I saw Tye pull his fingers out, and slowly lick his hand, covered in my lubricated juices. He watched as I slowly stopped caressing myself, and came to. I hadn't cum that way, that hard, in years! The car seemed to reek of girl-sex and cum-juice. Then he said, almost matter-of-factly, "Now, let's go get something sinfully chocolate to eat." And he opened the car door, got out, held my door open (!) and waited for me to emerge. All this, after I'd been finger-fucked in the parking lot where anyone could see in and catch me having sex...having, in public...I couldn't even think it. He escorted me back into the cafe, looking like a shameless hussy, probably smelling like a she-cat in heat. And I loved it. Little Miss Anything Ch. 02 About half-way through a hot fudge sundae (all I could eat), I thought, "what the hell..." and excused myself, to use the ladies room. This was through the restaurant and in the back of the lounge. I made sure that everyone saw a lot of hip swing and leg as I walked. Boy, was I shaking when I got there. It was a good thing I did, the ol' kidneys were working overtime. As I fixed myself up, another girl walked in. I looked at her briefly. She was cute, dark-skinned. Younger, true (sigh!), in a mini-skirt, patterned stockings, and French-style silk blouse. You know, the ones that are cut so that the first button starts about the navel. Looked good on her. It was the eyes, though. I kept making eye contact with her, and the contacts lasted moments and moments longer, each time. I thought, "in for a penny, in for a pound," and reached around to unzip my dress. I slipped it off, to the waist, catching a raised eyebrows look from the black-haired girl. As I reached around to unfasten the bra, I could see her staring intently. My God, finger-fucked to orgasm, and the nipples were still rigid. I fingered each, and staggered as the blast of pleasure ran through me. I don't know how long I stood there, feeling my own nipples and squeezing my own tits (couldn't have been but a few minutes, though). As I started to pull up the dress, sans bra, I felt a hand on my arm. The girl, silently, had pulled off her own blouse, and was gesturing to her own...bra, sort of. Black, it was, but had no straps at all. Just two separate little cups. Something, maybe some adhesive, held it to her little pretty boobs. It came to me that we were both something of the same size. She peeled one, then the other, away from her own chest, and pressed them to mine. I looked down in shock, to see that she'd arranged them so that I got some support, but the nipples showed. She grinned again, as she ran her finger tips over my mostly bare boobs, lightly tugging the nipples. The blast of feeling just about pushed me to my knees. I really staggered, and I know I gasped. I had to grab onto the shelf of the make-up table to stay upright. Then she smiled wickedly, took a ball- point pen out of her purse, and wrote something on the right breast support. She could have pushed me over, onto the floor, and had me there and then. I knew it, and so did she. I saw her head shake, "no," and I saw the words form on her lips, "not now, later". Then she slid her blouse back on again. Oh, my, I could see right down to her waist, from either side. She might as well have been topless. (Instantly, I wanted to be topless, with her.) She helped me back into the sheath dress, and arranged the neckline so that most of the tops of my boobs showed. If I leaned over at all, everything, nipples and all, nearly fell out: a little further over, and they did fall out. Stuffing me back in was going to be fun for somebody! I felt her dab some of her perfume on my arms, neck, belly and fur. This scent seemed to blend in nicely with the she-cat- in-heat odor. How odd, to have a total stranger putting scent on my vag... (oops!), my...my...pussy. She kissed me briefly--but very thoroughly--mouthed exaggeratedly, "wait a couple of minutes," and slipped out of the ladies room. I saw she'd written a phone number on the bra material supporting (?) my right breast. Hers? Not a word had been spoken by either of us. Leaving the ladies room, I saw the lounge bar, and the men and couples there looking at the door. She was there, and she'd primed the people there for a show. So I gave one: I strutted, hips swinging, stiff-nippled boobs bouncing, as I made my way back to the bar. Then a slow swing down the line of men and women, working hips, showing leg, taking my time, saying nothing. I'm sure I felt finger tips on my bare hip and still- barely-covered butt, from nearly everyone. A lot of arms slipped around my waist, and each time, I turned towards the grabber, letting him or her see down my top. A couple of the bolder ones reached down my front and briefly felt a handful of tit-and- nipple. I bent my arm and head back and kissed those bold folks: one man, one woman! Passing the dark-skinned girl, I grinned back, reached into her blouse and slid my hand across a wondrous hard-tipped softness, just for a moment. By the time I made it back to Tye, I was panting. What was happening to me? Whatever it was, I LIKED IT! When the time came to pay and leave, the bill came back, hand-written, "PAID IN FULL--COME BACK ANYTIME". A card, attached, indicated I had a years fully-paid membership in the private club, too (I had to fill in my name). Tye raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. We drove back toward home, me still panting. I knew what was going to happen. He was going to fuck me, as soon as possible. Fuck me thoroughly. AND I WANTED IT! This was a man I hardly knew. Suddenly I realized his fingers were on my inner thigh...the bare one, groping into my vag...my twat. Oh, ho, two can play at this game. With scarcely a conscious thought, I un-zipped his pants, and dove my hand into his groin, to find his cock. It took forever to get out, it was ENORMOUS! Married for 11 years, and I'd never seen it like this. I worked my fingers around it, and pre-cum poured off it into my fingers. As he turned off into our driveway, I thought, "I can't stand it," bent sideways, down, and took the cock-head in my mouth. Tye jerked, near put the car off the driveway, then over- compensated, plowed through a bed of flowers, through a hedge, and onto the front lawn. I continued to bob up and down, tongue the shaft and glans, and make happy, giggly, slurping sounds. This was fun. I felt his fingers pull the zipper of my sheath down all the way, and jerk at the material. The shoulder strings gave way, and it slithered down around my waist as I twisted and sucked. He opened his door, and started to get out. I slid my arms around his waist, and held on with a GRIP. I had what I wanted, right where I wanted it, slurping and tonguing and sucking. "Goddamnit, bitch, at least let me get to the door," I heard him gasp. Uh-uh. I knew when I had a good thing in my mouth. Every few moments, I shoved my head down a little more, choked a bit more, and stepped up the tempo of my sucking. Let him figure it out! He pulled out toward the car driver's side door, and I felt my body slide along the seat, my back sliding against the steering wheel. My body fell out on the grass, still sucking for all I was worth. Poor Tye, he tried to drag me across the grass toward the steps, between his legs, but the angle was all wrong. Then he grabbed me by my waist, half-turned me over, and, carrying my weight in one hand, staggered toward to house door. I kept sucking, 'cause this was good. He slipped once and staggered, and I didn't help one little bit. Served him right, trying to get his cock out of the mouth of a poor little innocent "Miss Anything'. Making it as far as the front door, he had to fumble with the keys, while I giggled, slurped, sucked, and massaged his balls. Why hadn't I liked this earlier? With my dress up to my waist, hose-clad legs kicking and squirming, bare-boobed, and held sideways, he staggered into the front hallway. Then, he deposited me, none too gently, on the carpeted floor, pulled his dribbling cock from my mouth with a sucking sound, and jammed it into my throbbing vag...my throbbing, slippery twat. This wasn't any gentle love-making. This was a hot and horny man, fucking a bitch in heat. Someone was making hoarse moaning sounds, in a steady rhythm: uh-HUH, uh-HUH,..., faster and faster. My breasts bounced and jerked to the same rhythm. "God," I thought with some shreds of consciousness, "that's me. Are those my legs waving in the air?" "He's fucking me into the moaning, grunting, slippery little slut I've always wanted to be!" I felt his final thrust, and ejaculation spill into me as if from a great distance, 'cause I was cumming and cumming and CUMMING. I never knew when I either passed out or fell asleep, the front door still wide open, and the hall light backlighting us for all to see. To Be Continued... Little Miss Anything Ch. 03 The rest of the day was spent, well, sort of dripping in luxury. Tye brought me breakfast in bed! This was a man who'd not touched a kitchen in years. Then he worked on his writing in the living room, while I lay on the couch, in the sun, and dozed, read...and posed. Not completely naked, you know, but not totally dressed, either. I became fascinated with the play of sunlight and shadow on my breasts, belly, and my fur. I let him see the afternoon sun tingeing the hairs with gold, to match the glistening pink as I opened my puss now and again (mostly again and again and again). He'd reach over and squeeze my boobs now and again: well, I sort of shoved my boobs at his hand...again and again. You get the picture. Yet, seriously, I wondered, "girl, you're glowing! He notices, too, and this is a 100% fucked out man. You feel marvelous. But, you were just raped by a madman fucker. You just had a huge stiff cock shoved into some of the tenderest, most sensitive parts you have. This hard, almost rigid organ then jammed into you, again, repeatedly slamming into your body. Hard enough to cause your boobs to bounce, your whole body to jiggle and jump. You had 200 lbs. + of red-hot man digging at you, and pumping his rod into you, and then unleashing spoonfuls of white protein jism into your body." Twice! I continued the thought. "Your college physiology says you should be battered, bloody, in agony. If this had been a prize fight, the referees would have stopped it on account of injury. But, you feel fine! You glow! And it shows to someone else, too. (Yeah, forget that he's the one that pumped you.) How come?" I didn't have an answer, so I dozed off, waking only when I felt an ice-cold finger in my puss. I jumped, and Tye handed me a beer, in a glass. I called him a first-class mother-fucker, and he replied, "I certainly hope so, mommy" then returned to his word processor. But I had a thought. His jism, his semen. Only about 5% of it was wiggling, jiggling sperm, trying their best to be baby- makers. The rest was...what? Sure, lubricants, sperm- preservatives, I don't know what all. "He shoots a couple of tablespoons of hot semen into me, each time. And I'm ready for it. My pussy is swollen, engorged, full of blood. So is my love canal, so is everything that is down there. He shoots and shoots, and keeps pumping me, so it mixes with my liquid lubricated cum." Boy, does it ever!!! "But then," I continued to myself, "he gets soft, and has to pull out or fall out, unless he can go a second time. All that lovely, sticky cum stays in me. I don't wash it out, because it feels good up in there. Why, there's junk up me from yesterday night." "Is there something in hot semen, jammed into a willing, raunchy, ready woman, that she needs...that she can use?" The thought shocked...and intrigued, too. "Is there something (chemical; biological; bio-chemical) in semen, that passes from my swollen, wanting cunt, into me? that makes me feel good, when, by all other rights, I should feel battered, abused, bruised." The thoughts kept tumbling out. "Is there something in semen that makes a willing, well-fucked woman feel happy, content, well-used, wanting more?" "Because I sure do want more," I dazedly gathered, "and I think I'll do that 'anything' to keep getting it!" That little voice said, "well then, what about rape?" I answered, rather disdainfully, "what about it? She doesn't want it, wants it out of her as fast as possible, doesn't get excited, or swollen, or willing-wanting. The chemical exchange doesn't happen. Same thing for a relationship that's dead, or dying...like I used to have, an age ago...yesterday." "The 'rape' I just had was phoney as a $3 dollar bill. I did just about everything but jam my twat onto his prong in mid- air." "Hmmmmm, what a nice, nasty idea, too." I looked down the length of my interested, "glowing" body, thinking, "this body was made for fucking, it's fun, I like it, and let's see how I can get him to give me some more. 'Cause I like to feel this way, an' if pumping, spurting jism is the way I get there, then...let the 'games' begin!" - - - - - - I was gently shaken out of my reverie by Tye straddling my chest, and putting his pretty-limp dick between my little boobettes. I started to bend over to lick it, but he held my head back, eyes dancing mischeviously. What? "OK," he teased, "you think you're some kind of a writer, don't you." He massaged my stiffening nipples. "You've been trying to write serious stuff, and send it in, for God knows how long." He was gently pulling and twisting the nipples, and was I feeling it? Uh-huh. "Well," he continued, half-pompously, "here's your chance." Pant, pant, "What?" "You get to write an advertisement for one of the swinger magazines. I think the raunchiest, all-color ones would be best for you." Pant, gasp, "Huh?" as he kept playing with my titties. "Don't play innocent with me, little miss 'anything'" he laughed. "You've been having sexy daydreams about screwing up to 20 guys--and girls--a day, for years now. OK, you get to write up an advertisement to call 'em in." "But, but...," I sputtered, as he moved up toward me and plunked his semi-soft cock in my mouth, which effectively cut off my forming words. "But yourself, let's see if you can advertise as well as you daydream, maybe you'll find out it's harder than it looks." He pulled out of my mouth, leaving it open, drooling saliva and wonderment. Husband? 11 years? More like a university-trained intelligent satyr. He went back to massaging my boobs, which went on for quite a while, interspersed with a lot of nipple sucking. My hips jumped and rolled, and, as I started to cum, I heard him say, almost casually: "Oh, by the way, one condition on the ad. You can only use the letter "S" to start all your words. You know, like the first letter in 'S-E-X' or 'S-L-U-T'. And if you miss a letter, little miss 'anything', I'll let some of our friends watch you fucking and take pictures. If you miss another letter, or so, then I'll let some of them fuck you too." "So there," he finished. "You wouldn't," I panted, with my tits on fire, my twat dripping...again! He held up a little book, and said, "names, addresses, and phone numbers. You've been daydreaming out loud at our parties, and some of our friends think you swing...both ways, too...miss a couple 'a letters, an' ya' get ta' prove it." "So, maybe you'd better get writing...or practice having some other cocks inside your swollen little tush, for real." He got off me, took the little book, and put it in his desk, locking up the drawer it was in. I actually heard him giggle as he dressed and drove off the lawn to do some shopping. His pile of girlie magazines were where they'd always been, no great attempt to hide them anymore. I found the swinger stuff fast. My, oh my, some of color pictures were...frank? explicit? There weren't any words to say. And the ads, what they offered? And these were regular, everyday people, too. And I 'had' to write up one of these ads... Using only S-words. ...Wow!... I won't tell you of the struggle. The dictionaries. The reference books. Learning how to use the word processor, finally. What 'cracked the whip' for me was that last 'promise'. Pictures, videos of me 'in action'. Other cocks in me, spasming semen into my secret places. I really believed Tye would do it, too. He grinned too much, while I worked, taking time off, frequently, to massage my boobs and caress my thighs, and lick my ears and neck. He fucked me twice, right in the middle of a sentence. Made me loose my place, loose my creative thoughts. Left me dripping sweat, oozing jism from my cunt and dripping off my boobettes. So what did I come up with? Read for yourself: "Sexy slut stoops, straddles, squats, spreads shapely slit. She sucks, slurps, slobbers, swallows slimy sperm. Seeks sturdy stiff sanitary studs, stallions, sex-starved sailors, soldiers, satyrs, students, seniors, sloppy seconds, service six, seven sizable slabs. Squeeze squishy, sopping, soaked snatch. Sink steaming shaft, split slippery sensitive slot so soft smooth shapely submissive shameless slut shivers, screams, spasms. Slam stuff, screw strumpet. Stretch sphincter, spew, spurt, splash, spatter spunk. Squirt, shoot semen seed. Suck stiff standing (nipples). Slip steaming shaft separating (boobs). Slow sensual strip shows, seamed stockings, spiked shoes, strut sexy slit sheath skirt showing slippery self sometimes. Sighing, sweaty, steamy, sticky sex sought. See sizzling snapshots, spectacular small screen sex scenes, swing sessions, series, sequels. Send SASE." Little Miss Anything Ch. 04 Tye looked over the ad, grinning and nodding. Finally, he said, "OK, little miss 'anything', that's a pretty raunchy offering. I think I'll just hold on to it for a while, before I figure out where to send it. And, oh, yes, I did see two non-S- words." "What?," I squeaked, "you're not really going to send it in, are you. No one would print that about me, would they?" "You'd better believe they would," he replied, still grinning. "But first," he continued, "we have some other tasks to do. How about getting the marriage license off the wall?" Long ago, for some reason--maybe Tye's affair--I'd gotten out our marriage license, had it framed, and hung it up on the bedroom wall. Now that I came to think of it, the framed document hung right in front of the bed...our formerly dull, sexless bed. But, now what was he thinking of? I said I'd do 'anything', so I went to the bedroom (I hadn't changed the sheets, and could swear the room reeked of used sex...not a bad scent at all, at all). I got down the framed paper, and brought it out to Tye. Then he told me to pull out the license, which I did. He handed me a cigarette lighter, and raised his eyebrows. I held the paper in one hand and the lighter in the other, blankly looking at him. A sort-of permanent smile on his face, he ordered, "OK, now burn it." "Huh?" "Burn the license." Shaking a bit, I applied the flame to the paper, and held it up until the document caught, putting it in a big, formerly unused ashtray. He went on, "From right now, you're just living with me, making me happy, taking care to be sure I'm fucked out as often as possible. Your first priority is keeping me aroused and interested. You show lots of leg, butt, tits, pussy. Even when you're in your old clothes, you think of getting my dick hard and in or on you. You wear sexy clothes as often as you can. You want to jump on my shaft and slide it into you whenever you can get it. You'll do 'anything' to keep me aroused." "And," he finished, "I'll do the same for you. I'll feel you out, caress your skin, brush your hair, put my cock-head between your lips, fuck you hard or fuck you soft, anywhere in the house, or outside, or in the car,...in fact, just about anywhere." "So," he pointed to the ashes in the glass tray, "right now we're just living together, no security, no marriage, just a partnership based on mutual attraction, trust, and a willingness to 'do' the other as often and as imaginatively as possible. Got it?" The rational, logical part of me knew that the license was really on file with the County and State, but the 'anything' part- -real strong now--felt the excitement of the freedom, to keep my man satisfied...and for him to get me to do what I'd always secretly lusted for. "Oh, yeah," he added, "I wanna hear you while you fuck me, too". "Hunh?" I said intelligently. I was screaming 'fuck', and 'take' and 'rape' pretty regularly, I thought. I said so. "Not good enough," Tye answered. "I want you talking while you fuck. I want to hear how well my cock fits into you, how much you like it to have a big one shoved between your legs, or your lips. I want your mouth drooling words. It turns me on, it always did. Give me some encouragement...in fact, lot's of encouragement. I want to see your fingers pulling at your own tits, while mine are busy doing other things. I like to hear words like 'bitch' an' 'slut' an' 'whore' coming outta your pretty lips, while your little titties bounce and jiggle from the fucking you're getting." All I could do was nod my head. I should've been numb, but I was anything but. This was getting heady, kinda scary fun. What was that thought, when he was fucking-slamming me there in the hall? Fucking me into the moaning, grunting, dirty- talking slippery little slut I've always wanted to be? YEAH!!! I was 'dressed' in an old short nightdress and panties. My nipples got hard so fast they almost popped off my chest. I actually felt a gush of wet in my pussy. Turning toward Tye, I almost screamed through gritted teeth, "rip it off." He looked over me, up and down, slowly, maddeningly, and queried, "oh, yeah? Tell me what you want. Tell me all about it. In detail." "You fucker," I grated, "you grab a handful of this damned stuff, an' you rip it off my body. Do it NOW!" My own hands were sliding all over my body, as if they belonged to someone else. I couldn't get them to do the up, over and down motion that would have bared me to him. Moving slowly, deliberately, he gathered fold after fold of the old nightgown in his hand. Then, in one fast motion, he pulled. The material tore across the front. Suddenly, my heaving boobs and quivering belly were bare, but it wasn't enough. "Do it again!" This time, his hands were at the neckline. He pulled, but the material wouldn't give. He tugged harder. Then, using both hands, and with me braced against the desk, he ripped out and down, the material shredding with a satisfying shearing sound. Now I was bare to the waist. Then I arched my back, and presented him my panties. These he yanked down my hips. I stepped out, bare, panting, oozing wet, rigid-nippled...proud! I reached for him, mouth dry, pressing my rigid nipples against his chest. I grabbed his hands, and held them up to the nipples, letting him feel the erected tips, the erected aureoles, the swollen tit flesh, hotter than my body. Then, grinning, I turned on my mouth: "Oh, do you like these little tits, do you?... Pull at 'em, that' right... you like the way they feel, don' you, huh, baby?" I was getting hotter by the instant. I liked this, wondered why I'd never thought of it before. Guess, when sex is around, people just get into a rut--pun intended! "That's right, baby, stroke this hot girl. You wan' me to be hot for you, don't you? Hot for you, wants to hold up her tits and bounce them for you, hold 'em up by the nips and bounce 'em right in front of you?" I suited action to the words. Oh, the pain flared, and right behind it came a surge of pleasure. Groan. Moan. I surged my hips, moving them just as if he was already inside me. I reached down, grasped his rigid shaft, pumped and stroked it, felt him get ready to enter me. Lazily, I shifted around, and slowly, deliberately opened my thighs to him, one hand holding on to his cock, my other spreading my cunt lips back, showing the pink, slippery interior. I kept working my hips in the rhythms of loving. "Like what you see, huh, baby? Huh? Huh? Like it, like the way it looks? Can ya' see all the way up inside. Wanna fuck this hot girl. Whadda ya wanna call this hot girl, huh? Any girl you know ever spread herself out like this before? Like what you see, huh, baby? Wanna fuck it? All ya' gotta do is shove your cock up inside and bang it in deep an' hard." I dug cunt juice, a handful, out of myself, and coated his cockhead and shaft liberally with it, then said, "shove it, baby. Don't wait, shove it in deep, hard." UNGH! He took me at my word, and his huge cock went in to the hilt like it was on greased rails. I thought I'd split, and loved it! I told him, "Bang me like a whore, like a slut. Don't wait, let me have it all, keep it in me, fuck this slut, fuck her, fuck her. I felt him start to swell, knew he was ready, felt his spasm, CAME...CAME...CAME... as he came in me. He started to get soft, and I knew I had to have more, more cock, right then, shoving in and out, in and out... Or a reasonable imitation... Frantically looking around the room, I saw the cabinet with the glass antiques. Aunt Agatha's crystal pillar. Two inches in diameter, round, blunt headed, it was supposed to be a magical blue crystal. We both hated it, but had to have it on display, for when she came to visit. I lunged across the room, tore open the cabinet door, and grabbed for the crystal (one of the cabinet doors came off). I heard Tye say, "do it over here." I came running, stumbling back, and put my butt ocks against the desk front edge. Tye was right in front of me, watching. The glass, or quartz, was cool in my hand, and smooth. It must have been all of a foot long. I started to insert it in my (dripping? yes, it was.) pussy, but then Tye ordered, "wider, cunt. Spread 'em wider." Oh, yeah, that would help! I climbed onto the desk, pushing his papers (!) away, back, off of my space. I leaned back, spread my legs open, spread my vag...my pussy lips open with one hand, and with the other, pushed the crystal inside me. The blast of instant pleasure hit, as I moved the thing between my legs, pulling, pushing, pulling, pushing, in, out, in out, inout, inoutinoutin(cum)out,deeper, deeper (cumcum), inoutinout, deeperdeeper (cumcumCUM), shove, pull, deeper... I barely felt Tye's face as he moved between my outflung legs, but I sure felt his tongue-tip lightly on my clitoris. Oh, scream, inoutinoutinout (cumCUMCUMCUM), lick, lick, scream licklicklicOh, Oh, slurp, suck, licklicklick (cumcumcum-scream), inoutinoutlick (CUMCUMCUM C_U_M!!!) I must have passed out, 'cause I came to, laying on the couch, with the glass crystal cock still protruding from my dripping cunt. "It even looked good there," I thought crazily, "except that it needs a daisy or two for offset decoration." A voice over, and just behind me, shocked me by saying, "Hi, there, Chaz." I looked up and back, and there (up-side down to me), stood Kathy from next door. She grinned, and declared, "I heard noises I thought were screams, so I came over to see what the trouble was. Looks like there wasn't any 'trouble' at all." My face must have been so red it was scarlet. Kathy went on, "oh, my yes, girl, weren't you having fun. I couldn't help it, I watched for...well, I watched." "So," she concluded, "it looks like you're just fine, just really fine, so I think I'll go back home now." She started to move, then turned back with a little, knowing smile, grasped the crystal still in my twitching twat, and slowly pulled it out. It came free with a slurping, sloshing sound, as cum-fluid rushed out to soak the couch cushions. As she moved toward the hallway, she finished, "hope you don't mind, but I want to keep this, just for a while, it'd be a lot of fun to play with, don't you think..." Her happy voice trailed off into the late afternoon. "Oh, no, oh shit, now everyone'll know what happened here, what I did,...I...I..." I complained. Then a thought pushed through. Did I really care! "There's only her, us, and the summer place next to us on the other side. So what if she saw me fucking myself, screaming and crying and cumming, getting licked by my husb...no, damnit, by my LOVER. I was getting it and she wasn't. So THERE!" I'd never liked Kathy much, anyway. Oh, not because she was younger than me. Damn, everybody's younger than me now. Not because she wore mini-skirts and see- thru hose. Not because she usually wore almost transparent blouse tops, or sweaters cut down to HERE. Not even because she kept making eyes at Tye, always coming over to get something. Not because she kept bending over him, stiff-kneed, giving him a good look at her...her...just her. Not even because she kept asking Tye to come over and fix this or that thing in her house. I kept an eye on her and on Tye, you just bet I did! I just didn't like her, my "blood didn't take to her." "Come, on," that damned little voice sounded in my mind's ear, "what's the real reason, little miss 'anything'?" All right. All RIGHT! I don't like her because she's big and I'm not. She's at least a D-cup, maybe a 40 or a 42, and here I am with little B-sized boobettes. An' she knows it, an' she wears those see-thru blouses, an' those demicup bras, that she's usually almost falling out of, an' she bends over and she almos' falls out, an'... "Shit, I'm panting. Huh?" Hey, just a minute there, a couple of nights ago, I ruined a black dress, showed leg up to my hip to strangers. I accepted an adhesive-cup bra from a stranger, and then let everyone at a strange bar look down my front, and feel me out. Come on, girl. To Be Continued... Little Miss Anything Ch. 05 "But she saw me, doing myself with a crystal dildo, spread out on the desk, screaming and slobbering and pumping myself," I thought to myself, "what if..." So, 'what if' indeed. Kathy has the crystal. Maybe I can go over there, and catch her at it. She must be horny as a hoot owl, after watching me. So, I went back to the bathroom, took a long shower, dried off, fixed myself up, and put on...what. Ye Gods, most of this crap is b-o-r-i-n-g. The sweaters were drab, warm, practical, the blouses were cover-ups, the jeans were old. What was I thinking about over the years, when I got this stuff. No wonder Tye had an affair (one quick weekend). I've been living, been dressing, thinkin' like a secular nun. It took about a half-second's thought to change some of that. I grabbed the tightest pair of jeans I had...no, cancel that, let's get the loosest, oldest pair. Five quick minutes with the big sewing shears, and they were cut-offs, on the diagonal from crotch to hip. I pulled out on the fabric until there were fringes. You could see my fur through the edges on front. Great! Panties...I didn't have a single one that looked decent, leave them off... I remembered an old joke that somehow took on delightful meaning. What's indecent mean? Well, if it's in hard, an' it's in long, an' it's in slippery, why then it's in decent! Next an accessory belt with a big, heavy buckle. Then a bikini top, from the suit that Tye'd gotten me years ago, and I'd never worn, because it was too skimpy. Oops, it was too small, I was spilling out of it all around. "Tough shit," I thought, "looks like I've grown after all." I took 6 steps toward the door, and felt the cut-offs start to slither off my hips. "Can't have that," I considered wickedly, as I cinched in the belt a couple of notches. But, looking down, I could see my fur peeking back, as the belt buckle pulled the denim material away from my belly. Especially since I only zipped then up about half way. All, RIGHT, let's go over and get that 'valuable crystal antique' back. Going by the front door, I saw Tye, snoring softly on the couch where I'd been. Poor fucked-out guy, and I'm just getting going. I tiptoed over, gently picked up his hand, and slowly stuffed in down the front of his pants, curling the fingers around his own limp dick. The thought came, "I'd like to watch him beat his meat...and then squirt his hot spurting jism all over me." Then I raced out the front door. I took the long way over to Kathy's, around the house, letting the sun beat down on my damp skin, on the exposed flesh around my boobs, even down the front of my pants. Boy, was SHE gonna get a surprise when I showed up. Up the stairs and rang the bell, then hand on hip, and grin on face, loosen the belt to its original position (I could keep one hand on my belt until I sat down). Looking down, I could just see my knee and thigh, down past my fur. Kathy's voice came from inside, "come on in, it's open." "Just like that tease slut," I thought crazily, adding, "that's from one nearly naked slut to another." I swayed inside, turned the corner to the living room, and... Stopped dead! There she was, coffee, cakes, wine, cheese and a couple of plates all laid out. There she was, in a transparent french-cut blouse, open down to THERE, and a micro-mini skirt, and black hose, and my crystal dildo on the table next to the food. An' a black bra under that see-through blouse, something odd about it... Out-maneuvered again! But, I kept at it. Kathy patted the couch next to her. So, using My eyes, and measuring distance, I took my hand off my hip and swayed toward the indicated seat. The cut-offs slithered a bit lower with each step. I just got there: another step and there would have been pants around my knees. We munched in mostly silence, eyes on each other, maybe a little wary, but not so much as the months before. From where she was sitting, I could see her eyes sneaking toward my fur, and then away. And my damned nips...didn't I have any privacy? Out they stood, at least a 1/2" from my boobettes, outlined through the material. Kathy stared at those, too. "You mean," I re-thought at last, "I've got assets she likes?" Imaginary arm and fist straight in the air. YEAH! It took some little while, but eventually Kathy told me just how long she been watching, which was just about from my first scream. Let's see, that was about the 23rd crystal pump, after Tye'd gone down on me. She said she masturbated while we were going at it. What about Tye? The word processor screen was right next to me, and, according to her, I damn near kicked it over with my flailing leg. He must have seen her reflection in the screen. At least he wasn't much startled when I passed out again, and he turned around. "So he gestured, and I came over. Then he took your top and I took your legs, and we carried you over to the couch. Boy, he's a horny one. Do you know it was him that made sure the dildo was still sticking out of you, and that your leg was arranged, hooked over the back of the couch?" Oh, no, I'll get that bastard... She continued, "yeah, but he only went down on you. He got me out in the hall, and backed me up to the front entrance table. I thought, 'oops, rape time,' but all he did was shove his hand into my top--I liked that--and felt me, while he stroked himself off. He couldn't have pumped himself more than 15 or 20 times, and he shot his wad out...right into the front hall planter. Then he told me to wait until you woke--you were starting to moan--and he flopped down in his chair. I think he was asleep in 10 seconds." In my front hall planter? In the flowers? Oooh, I'll get that man, if it takes me... "Rape time," I questioned? Kathy looked serious, straightened, and said, straight out, "Chaz, if he'd tried to stick it in me, I'd have done it right there, in the hall of your house. Hell, I'd have done it under a neon sign arrow, saying FUCK THIS SLUT, downtown in the park, with everyone watching. But all he did was pull pud. I've wanted to get inside..." She stopped, looking away. "You wanna get in to Tye's pants, do you," I half asked? "Well, let's see what develops, but you know, he's pretty shy about some things, and we'll have to sort of sneak up on it." I couldn't believe it, here I was, talking over ways to get my new best friend (!) to fuck my husband, without his arranging it first... Boy, oh boy, little miss 'Anything' was on a roll. While we talked, I couldn't keep my eyes off her boobs. Yeah, I was a woman, and so was she, but...they were so good looking. Especially in that see-thru outfit. Suddenly I was jealous. I wanted one like it. My boobettes would bounce and fill it just as well. Following the direction of my glance, Kathy suddenly asked, "ya' wanna see?" Without waiting for an answer, she flipped open the two buttons at the bottom of the sheer material, and pulled the material back, off her shoulders. It fell to her bent elbows, which trapped it there. She couldn't move her arms without straightening them. It also pulled her shoulders back, not that she needed it. Now I could see her bra, supporting the weight of her breasts. Black, with lace, it held up their weight, but it had no cups! Wow! (I wanted one, instantly.) Her breasts were smooth, the nipples pale against her white skin, stiff and hard--"but not anywhere near as stiff and protruding as mine," I thought proudly. I worked the front closure of my bikini top. Chaz probably bought it for that reason, 'cause it had a one-pull release. Jerk on the little pin, and, boinnng, the top comes apart. Except in this case, when it literally flew apart. Where did all the firmer breast-flesh come from? I proudly displayed smooth, pointed B-cup boobettes, dark-tipped, with nipples that stuck out «" from the flesh. Could it be all that happy tit-sucking and feeling, all that sucking and fucking and exposing and posing? I stared hard at Kathy's assets. She looked at mine. She wet her lips, but I could see she was blushing. We looked at each other, both blushing like crazy. "I like your boobs," I ventured. "I like your, and your nipples," she replied. "You wanna feel me," "I wanna feel you, and pull on 'em." My mouth was dry, as I heard her say, "I really like men." "So do I," I croaked. My hand caressed her breast-flesh, feeling the nipple against my palm. "take it all off," I said, pointing to her blouse. She let it slip back and down. "I really do like men, I want a cock in me, I wan'...," she gasped as I felt her flesh. "So do I, but,... OH, oh, oh," I moaned as her hands and fingers started working at my nipples, both of them. "I wanna fuck your husband," she gasped as I started to knead and lift the breast. How heavy it was. I could see why Tye liked boobs. Let me get him these as a present. "You're gonna fuck him tonight, and you're gonna suck his cock. An' you're gonna do it while I watch, an' feel these tits, an...' "Ya wanna play," she asked, lips loose for a moment around my left tit? "Yeah," I answered, "let's play..." I couldn't talk any more, my lips were far too busy, sucking on Kathy's breasts and nipples. My own boobs were the criteria: I knew where they were sensitive, and I was betting hers were the same. And deliciously different. So I kissed and sucked at the tips of the nipples, around the areolae, sure. And I kept returning there, again and again. But I kissed under the swell of her boob-flesh, tonguing and kissing. And on the sides. And on the space between, then pushing the breast tissue toward each other with my hands, and burying my face into the space between her boobs. Kathy didn't stand still for all this (well, not for long), as she caressed my flanks, and ran her smooth hands over my butt, down into the butt crack, under my cut-offs. The cut-offs were getting perilously loose, as I squirmed around her BIG, beautiful tits, exposing more and more of my fur. "Hey," I thought, "I like that fur, I'm damned proud of it, and to hell with the cut- offs." With that...and a push from Kathy, they slid off down my thighs. The belt? Damn, how did that get on the floor, I don't remember...don't care. She pushed me down on the sofa, and arranged herself so the she could feel and kiss and suck on my boobs. I was shocked to hear her gasp, between sucks, "...always wanted these in my (slurp) mouth, wanted them, suck (slurp) on them, pull an' play with 'em (oh, oh, don' stop--that from me), uh, uh..." My kicking legs kept going, and from the corner of my eye, I saw the cut-offs fly through the air, onto the piano bench. "Oops, nude time." I felt cushions being pulled, one-handed, under my butt, so that it was in the air, higher than my head. Kathy kept alternating sucking on my boobs, with shoving hers in my face. Then she snaked a hand around, under my thighs, and onto...into my pussy (CUM). Oh, that was different than with Tye. For a big-boobed woman, her hands were tiny, and they, they, one, uh, uh, (cum) was inside me, push-pulling. Ecstasy! How could I give back (cumcumcum) what I felt? I felt out her thigh, then up to her slit. The wetness was sliding down her upper inside thigh. I had a crazy notion to lick it all off...not now. Then I felt up, up, slowly, to her clitoris. It was standing out, free of her body, at least «", shaped just like a little blind penis without a pee-hole. My slippery fingers found it, amazed, and passed up, down, up, down... Kathy's body snapped upright, as though she'd been touched with an electric current. Her spine arched. She made a sound half-way between a scream and a groan. I didn't think that anybody could do that without taking permanent damage. I kept lightly massaging the clitoris, just like it was the most delicate and sensitive of cocks; mine never looked (cumcumcum) like this! Her hand closed around my little breast with crushing force. I would have been in agony if it hadn't felt so damn (CUMcum) good. Then, no lie, I felt her cunt spasm, and slippery lubricant shot out of her (CUMCUM) opening, with enough force (C U M C U M) to flow onto my hand, and down my forearm (cum-ing down cumcumcum...cum...cu...c...mmmmm). Kathy collapsed in my arms, and we both hugged wetly for a long while. Her skirt was up around her waist, tucked into the waistband (how? when?). Her panty hose, I could see, were bare around her crotch and butt, and bare on the sides. What a great idea. I wanted some, instantly. Tye, bless his hot cock, would go wild, being able to penetrate me, fuck me in pantyhose, without having to pull them off. I heard Kathy murmuring in my ear, "I still want a man's stiff cock in there, but..." "So do I, but..." "Does this mean we're bisexual?" she whispered, "'cause if it does, I like it." "Don' think it means anything, except we're best friends now, and, remember, you're coming over tonight to fuck my husband, and suck his cock, while I watch. Now, this is how we'll do it." We whispered for a little while. "What if he's too fucked out to get it up," she asked, laughing? "Oh, then we'll 'play' again, an' put on a show for him. You'd like that, wouldn't you," I stated, as my hand caressed the place where her erect clitoris had been. I raised my eyebrows. Kathy had the grace to blush, as she said, "oh, that. I had a lot of trouble cumming. Took forever, and it wasn't much. So, after my divorce, I worked on it, stretching the hood, and all that. Well, one day, I was in bed with the guy from the summer place, next to yours, and it stood up in front of his face, and he wrapped his tongue around it, and, well the bed collapsed, and the fire department came, cause someone called 911, to report a screaming woman and its been that way ever since. I did the whole 911 emergency team and everyone on the fire truck, too, an' mos' of 'em came twice and some came three times!" She added, "I suppose its like your nipples. It just stands up and wants attention. But I can't hide anything. Once somebody gets their hand or their lips down there, and feels it up and stiff, its all over for me. They know what I want, and that I'll do whatever they say to get it." "Luckily," she finished, "I like having sex, I like doing what they ask, an' I look forward to showing off what touching my little clit does to me. Ya' know," she added, "between those delicious nipples and a stiff, standing clit, you'd be hot shit sex on wheels between the sheets." My hand snaked down to my clitoris hood. "Show me how to start," I said. To Be Continued... Little Miss Anything Ch. 06 Tye grumped, "where've you been?" "Oh," innocently, "out shopping with Kathy." "I thought you didn't like her much." "Anyone can change their mind," I replied, "after they've played around a little." "Played around?" he asked. "Uh-huh." Even more innocently. "Why don't you sit here, where I can put my arm around you, and tell me all about it," he ordered. "OK." I snuggled in, and started, "Kathy and I played around a little and decided we really did like each other. So, after we had a little snack, we both got our stuff together and went into town..." - - - - - - - Kathy and I took a quick shower together (yes, just exactly what you're thinking), dressed, and headed off to her favorite shops. The cut-offs were OK, she said, but I got to wear one of her see-thru tops. Well, almost see-thru, 'cause I had to leave the swimsuit top back at her place. Bright scarlet and yellow diagonal bands didn't go well under her blouses. So we compromised with my boobs bare, and a translucent top. She had to wear a bra, 'cause she was just too big to go topless. Oh, so sorry, oh yes. We hit the lingerie stop first. My face was red, and I was embarrassed-excited within the first «-minute, as soon as we walked through the door. There wasn't a plain cotton panty to be seen. And the bras. I felt like stripping down, handing in my credit card, and saying, 'put it on me and then ship it home, so I can strip down and try on some more.' I found some real neat stuff. Crotchless panties (five). Red and black teddies, with matching bikini panties, awfully short, with bare midriff (four sets). Some of those pantyhose with the fronts and the backs cut out...and the sides, too (lots). Body stockings, so sheer, with little cutouts for a man's cock--or a woman's hand--right there. And those special bras. All that wonderful support, but none of the coverup (12 bras!). And some of those adhesive bra things, an'...an'... On an' on, oh, my! Then off to the shops for dresses and skirts (real short), an' sheaths. I even found a black sheath dress with the slit up to where Tye cut it. An' nearly no back, an' a top made of increasingly denser layrs of sheer fabric (so that the boobs sort of disappeared into the fabric, instead of being cut off), with a special "attachment" so that, with one motion, all but one layer of sheer fabric came off. ...Whooeee... The last stop, though was where Kathy got her see-thru, french-cut blouses. She said it was owned by twins. Men in the designer clothes business, yet! The store was in the mall, but pretty small and with a understated sign out front. The two guys were really twins, all right, but really different in personality. But both knew their clothes...and the women who wore them. Kathy got kissed and hugged when she came in, and those hugs took a while, and so did the kisses. I saw her cheeks bulge a couple of times, so I knew where their tongues were. My kisses were a lot more chaste, but, well, hmmmmm... Kathy had told me to 'shut up' and let her pick out some stuff, so I did, even though it was hard. What she picked out for me! Some of that stuff was so sheer that it was hardly there. One was only sheer around the breasts and down the belly, the rest was opaque beige. She had me put on one of the bras from the lingerie shop, one that just barely outlined my boobettes, and didn't have a hint of a cup. She had on one just like it, but with more support for her more abundant boob-flesh. We both had on the crotchless panties in a matching color, an' thigh-highs in black, with patterns. I felt, well, sort of hard to describe, sort of, well, framed. Like I was--my body was-- like a rare painting on exhibition. Or maybe more like a 'please touch' sculpture, surrounded by boundaries. I kept shivering, 'cause this was scary fun, kinda. When we went to try on the stuff, the guys indicated us away from the usual dressing rooms, and unlocked a special room. It had a low couch, lots of bright lights, and a mirror that went from near floor to ceiling, and almost wall to wall. The last guy out ostentatiously took down the sign that declared 'only one person in the dressing rooms at all times'. So Kathy and I were left to try on our blouses and such, to our heart's content. Kathy had a really good time, but it seems each garment had to come off her shoulders, and catch on her arms around the elbows. That was really odd, maybe a little kinky, since it did pull her shoulders back, and shoved her magnificent boobs out. She posed on the couch with some of them that way, turning this way and that. Damn, she looked attractive. Check out my surprise, when, with one of the last, she jerked the material off my shoulders, and smoothly pulled it down my back, without un-buttoning it. I was trapped. My boobettes were 'pooched up' and I couldn't move my arms much, except to wiggle my fingers and flex my wrists. Tied up! I was tied up, with my own blouse, and my whole upper body was exposed. I felt helpless, trapped...sexy! I saw Kathy staring at me, a little smile on her face, and I thought I knew what she wanted. And here, in a dressing room. And I had to give it to her. The lights had gotten real low intensity, just barely enough to see by. Except for that arm, or two, encircling me from the back. Huh? Looking up I saw Kathy had an arm around her belly, too, and one loosly caressing her boobs. I felt my boobs start to get the hand treatment, and my traitor nipples stiffen, to bare my private lusts. The next three or five minutes of caressing, breast stimulation, and pussy-clitoris manipulation, were indescribable. The mirror had suddenly gone dark. I could see through it, to the stockroom behind. A couple of chairs were placed there, right in front of the glass, on the other side. I heard gasps and grunts. Kathy was on the couch, legs up in the air, in bra and crotchless panties, and with a man in her. His back was to me, and all I could see were thrusting buttocks. Every so often, he pull completely out, and I could see her erect clit, before he re-inserted and began pumping again. One of her boobs was in his hidden mouth, at least it looked that way to me. She was spasming and jerking, and gasping, as the male body thrust within her. I had troubles of my own, though. My side of the room was darker, and I couldn't see backward, to my caresser (cum). He spun me around, pressed down and I slid to a sitting position, legs open, ready for I don't know what. 'What' was a thick, hot, dribbling cock, presented to my mouth and lips. I stretched wide, and inhaled that cock in one smooth motion. His hips began an easy bucking motion, which I easily matched with my head and upper body. My hands reached down and started (cumming) playing with my own super-sensitive tits. Than one hand (mine) went down to my own clit, and started the delicious light-feather-touch circular motion that would bring me off in a few moments. His bucking motion increased, and the cock stiffened. Oh, Lordy, I knew what was next. And it was. I came first (CUMMING RIGHT NOW), and then he did. I blocked the flow with my tongue, and it shot out of my mouth, drooling down my chin and on to my boobs. My God, how much did he have in there? I kept sucking, as his hips spasmed, and he pumped, until he was mostly limp. I looked over at Kathy. She had jism running out of her slippery pink love canal, and some on the swell of her buttocks. Then the lights went out completely. They came back on, bright, like before, a few moments later. The mirror was like before, reflecting back at us...and our sperm covered mouths, breasts or bodies. A basket, containing towlettes, mints, and several deep discount coupons, was placed on the couch near Kathy. We cleaned up, and took our purchases out, where we paid for them. The coupons cut about 80% off the retail price. Talk about faceless, satisfying sex. As we left, one of the twins yawned just a bit, and the other reached over, and changed the shop's sign from 'CLOSED' to 'OPEN'. Hmmmmm. To Be Continued... Little Miss Anything Ch. 07 "So, Tye," I went on, "I had a great day, shopping. Got lots of things for us...well, for me, to use on you. Kathy slept on the way back. As much as she cleaned herself off, semen kept drooling out of her as we came back here. I had to stop the car and towel her off twice. Whoever those guys were (wink, wink) they came something fierce, loads and loads." "Then, since you were still asleep, I changed clothes--into some old stuff--and went out to do some gardening." Tye blinked, twice. Then once more. And said the only thing he could, under the circumstances: "Uh, Chaz, those aren't your gardening clothes. Those are your everyday good stuff, from last month." "Oh, yeah, now I remember. Can I have your pocket knife?" He handed it over, with raised eyebrows. Starting at the neck line, and taking my time, I cut off my old outfit, from neck to ankle, including the panties, bra and half slip. I shrugged out of the newly-created rags, and posed before him. I smelled like light perfume, a little sweat, mild odor of semen, and girl-scent. The black cupless bra offset the light tanned pale skin. The crotchless pantyhose framed my bare hips, butt, ass and love opening. And that opening was now half-shaved, with the sensual vaginal lips bare to the world--and to him--and with my remaining fur just above my slit. Just enough of it for decoration and 'bounce'. I didn't worry about the shaved area: there was gonna be enough slippery girl-goo there for any four women. I slipped my feet into 4" heels, and pressed my twat into his face! "Lick my clit," I ordered him roughly. "Carry me over to the picture window and open the cranks on the sides. Spread my pussy open to the sun, press me back on the magazine stand, and then lick me until I tell you to stop. I'm going to scream an' moan an' groan, while you work on my pussy. And don't you dare pull off, I've got plans for your pud later." "Oh, yes, and bring a towel, we don't want the delicate finish of the wood stained with girl-juice or man-drool, now do we?" - - - - - - - I won't describe the scene that night. Just these little tidbits. As tye and I went back to the bedroom, I flipped the porch light on and off a couple of times, and left the front door unlocked. Then he and I started to snuggle. Imagine his surprise when a second warm body slipped behind him, shoved big, interested hooters into his shoulder, and immediately zeroed in on his stiffening cock. We three played around some, then Kathy sucked on his cock while I played with her clitoris, and got it all stiff. Then she mounted him, and started plunging up and down, having an orgasm about every minute-and-a-half. I played with her tits. Tye finally got off in her, 'though how he held off for so long, I'll never know (whomever he had that affair with must have had a great time). Then Tye, limp and fucked out, and Kathy both got their fingers in me, and sucked my nipples until I came, gloriously, over and over. Multi-orgasmic is such a nice term, isn't it. Then we slept like the dead. In the morning, Tye and I gave her a key to the house--and she gave us one to hers--and we all went out to breakfast. - - - - - - - Time passed, along with quarts of sperm and gallons of girl- juice. How did I get along without it. It? Regular cock, regular, frequent fucking, sucking, and caressing. Screw this celibate shit! Sure, I can live that way; any woman can. So can some men (damned few!). But a few ignored, sexless night beget some mean, nasty, negative days, which engenders another no-sex night. And, you'd better believe it, a man can shut down, just as well as a woman can. You start to use the little sex you get or give as a put-out for "good" behavior on your partner's part. You gain a little weight, 'cause you know he doesn't like grossly fat people, an' you're into punishing him for something you're not quite sure what it is. Then a little more weight, and a little more. It's easy to convince yourself that sex is dirty, messy, and something you don't need, except for some brief affairs, maybe (or maybe not). Which make you feel guilty, and let you punish him some more for making you do that stuff. You'd think, 'if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't even bother with it: the symphony and the ballet and the kids are quite enough, thank you very much.' Sure as hell, if he strays, you'll let him know about it for years afterwards. A year of that, and it's a habit. Living this way gets into your blood. Then your boobs start to shrivel and dry up, and you make sure that he's not getting any on the side. You start treating him like property: he's yours, after all--the license says so--even if you don't use him. Ah, but that sweet little voice in my head. Now I'm 'Little Miss Anything,' and I'm cherished, held, caressed (sometimes pretty publicly, true: he can't seem to keep his paws off my boobs or out of my pants). I "glow" just about all the time. I get to wear sexy--even high-class slutty--clothes, and he seems to love it. He moved his computer and work station out to the living room, so I can shove my boobetttes or my pussy in his face every now and then (I have to let the poor guy work sometimes, or we'll loose it all). I love those french-cut blouses, and my boobs have firmed up to a nice jiggle bounce. And they've grown, too. I'm a C-cup, now...not that I wear a cup, except to tantalize him. 'An the other guys that look me over. Tye says I still talk in my sleep, and lately I've got those dreams back, about other cocks, 'an... Even Kathy's amazed. From the time that I see a hard (or even half-hard) cock, until I'm there, blouse back over my shoulders, boobs bare, skirt up or pants down, legs spread or butt in the air, wet and ready to play...8 seconds flat! (Oh, OK, it takes me longer to wet up, so I watch his crotch, and when I see the bulge or he starts to play with himself, I start thinking about cocks, and fucking an' sucking an' nipple- playing. An' if he really catches me by surprise, well, a little saliva on the cock-head, on the way from crotch to woz, does wonders, until I catch up with the demand. But, I once timed myself: from not interested, to slippery- slidy, wet (on the outside, even)--two minutes, 48 seconds. ...Whoeeee!!!... (I nearly lost the plastic stopwatch inside, though. Tye was in a hurry!). (I keep trying to stretch my hood. One of these days, Kathy and I are both gonna play with stand-up clits, 'an then...) But Tye, bless his perverted little mind, and horny big cock, keeps coming up with... - - - - - - - "Hey, Chaz, come over here a sec., would you?" I strutted over, wearing not quite enough for all that leg (and some tanned tit on the side). Not a bad 'dish'. "Ya' wanna fool aroun', big boy," I intoned, looking over his shoulder, tongue in ear. He had a library book open on his lap (darn, couldn't see if there was a bulge). He pointed to a picture, showing...a complicated way to tie a set of hands together. What? I flipped to the front of the book (checking on that bulge, in the process: oh, yes). It was a book on magic tricks that could be done with common, household items. The open chapter was one all about things to do with a bit of rope. The picture he was talking about showed a simple-appearing knot, designed to hold the hands together: but, two quick pulls on hidden loops, and the knot loosened a lot. Another picture showed the illustrated wrists looped over a post. I didn't read the text much. "Oh, ho, our hero wants another hobby, besides diddling 'little miss Anything'. Oh, no, we don't." I started to feel out his crotch (definite bulge), just the way he liked it, cool fingers on warm cock-skin. I tugged the loose ends on the wrapper I wore (Frederick's of Hollywood slut-ware special), until it would take one tiny pull to have it fall off. "Here, let me try it with this," he grinned, handing me a gift-wrapped box, ribbon, bow and all. Wheee! I like gifts. For a few seconds, there was sound of tearing paper, rending ribbon, mangling boxes. Then, wowie! A couple of new sheer silk scarves, large and liquid in my hands. I put one hand back on his rising cock, and drew the scarves over it, being sure to check the cock-head for pre-come. No pecker tracks staining this stuff. He took one, folding it over to a long, narrow strip, and-- concentrating--tied the knot in my out-stretched hands. Hey, that really did hold my hands together, but good. An', ya' know, silk is pretty strong stuff, anyway. Then he had me, flexing my wrists, tug on the hidden loops. By golly, the knot did fall into two big loose loops. Hey, pretty smart. Then he re-tied me, and then moved so close that I took a step back, and another, and another, an' fell backwards onto the couch. His hands pinned me there, while he ordered, "OK, little miss 'Anything', let's watch you masturbate. Both hands. All tied up." He jerked the trailing ends of my wrapper, and it slithered apart, exposing my boobs and those traitor nipples. The big bastard, he got to watch a show, before I even got started, as the nipples rose up and got stiff before his eyes. The only thing I had on were slippers and crotchless panties. Not much good, those panties--they just sort of pointed the way for my fingers. Not that I minded. He got over me, hard dick extending from his pants, cock- head wet and dribbling drops of pre-come. I started to work my fingers down over my abruptly wet clit, with a double smooth rotary motion. Feeling the hood, the now-stretched clitoris head start to get firm (it did that a lot lately, but would I ever get an erect Kathy-type one?). [Hey, I was tied up. I can't get away.] [Who cares--rub, rub, smooth, tingle, rub.] I started to roll my hips around, and my breath started to come short and fast. Tye stared at me intently, then shoved a couple of cushions under my lower back, supporting it and the top part of my butt. Then he lowered himself, and his cock, slowly. "He's gonna' fuck me," I thought, "an' here he comes, he's gonna shove it in now. An' I want it bad." Not quite. In, all the way inside me went his cock, deep, and then out, and then back in again, out...and it stayed out. His fingers sneaked into my oozing cunt, and pulled slippery hot-girl-stuff from the inside, which he pushed lower, onto my ass, and all around it. He pushed his cock back in and out, in and out...then pressed the big cock-head against my ass-hole, and gently but firmly, pushed-thrust. Again. Again, and the cock-head slipped inside, just the littlest bit. Pushed again. Again, and some more slid in. He got out more lubricant from my oozing slit, and re-coated his cock-head. Firmly thrust. Again. It oozed in further. Oooohh, that felt good. So big, so hard. [Scared. Tied up. Wanna get away. Pull the loops.] [Uh-uh. Don't wanna. Like it. Like being helpless.] Push in. Felt the cock-head go in, then the shaft top. Pull, push, thrust, pull out. Oh, yes, let him know what to do, how much I liiikkke, how gooood that feeellls. Tell him. Yell at him... [Scared. Too big. Too far. I'll tear, bleed, hurt.] [Shit, don' listen to her, drive it in, get moving smoother, faster, yesyesyesyes.] Oh, yeah, in most of the way. One hand raking oozle out of my cunt, onto the shaft, the other...AH! AH! In my pussy, working fingers around inside. AH! AH! Do it! DO IT!!! [He's going faster. I'll hurt, bleed, can't fix it, get my hands free, push him off.] [Don' listen to her, bitch, push up, shove him in deeper, masturbate for him, fast, show him the clit button, let him see it up for him. Faster, fasterfastfastfassssss...] He was talking at me. "You like it up the ass, don' you, bitch. You like bein' ass-fucked. Tell me how you like it, cunt." "Oh, yes, bastard fucker, shove it up me, shove it hard in my ass, don' wait, give it to me, faster, you ass-fucker, ream me out, shoot me full of your hot spunk..." An' he went faster. Wouldn't be long now. [This is wrong. Up the ass, it's negative. In my pussy, OK, not up my ass. He's gonna hurt me. Struggle. Tied. Can't move. Wrong.] [You fuckin' bitch, you've got it all wrong. He's pumping love into you with his rammin' man rod. Any opening, any way he can, you just let him have it! Understand? No hurt, just take what he gives out and revel in it, 'cause it's all for you. Fuckin' slut, put out for him like you've never done before. Can't be wrong, what's given with this kinda preparations, he's shoving his love up your ass, now love it like you love him.] [Oh. Yeah. Ooohh. Ooooooooo....] My love button gave a surge and popped out to it's full length. I felt it. An' then I came cAME CAME came CAME C A ME "Oh, Chaz, I'm,...right now, I'm....." CUM CUM CUMCUM CAME CUM CUM CUM CUMMMMM MMMMMMMMMM CUUUUMMMMMMMMmmmmm Limp, he pulled out, and then looked at my love button, clitoris. It stuck up, firm and proud, at least 1" away. He smiled, as he gasped for air and sweated hard. "Kathy told me this might happen. Can't let that little thing go un- taken-care-of, now can we?" And, straining for air, his cock smelling like an outhouse, probably wanting nothing more than to flop back and rest, this MAN of mine, lowered his lips to my stiff organ, and sucked and licked so gently. My back arched like a bow. I gasped and screamed, kicking my legs in the air. Then, as he so gently teased my clit, I camecame came CUMM CUMM CUMEDCUMEDCUMED CUMmmmmmm m m m and then back up mmm cum cum CUM CUM CUMEDCUMEDCUMED cum cum cummmmm mmmmm cum cum cumed cumed cuming cum cum cum cummmmcucucummm CUMMMMCUMcumcummmm m m m .... Thas' all I remember. [Me, too.] [An' me...] But LOVER TYE tol' me, later, that I shook an' arched, an' jumped an' cursed an' bounced for many minutes later, CUMing in and out. I wouldn' know. I lost it there. But I do know he can stick his meat in my ass whenever he wants. Can't he? [[ YEAH!!! ]] To Be Continued... Little Miss Anything Ch. 08 Weeks later, it was summer, the nights were getting longer. An' my boobs had firmed up to a nice, bouncy (no bra needed, thank you very much) C-cup. Waist was slender, legs were slender and long (lots of waving around, and lifting body off bed, an' all that). I took a calculator, and figured out that Tye had pumped 7 pints of jism into me, and I'd oozed out 14 pints of girl-juice in return. Sort of fun. Some day, I'll show you the calculations...if you promise to contribute to the total. I finally got up the courage, and called that number--the one written on the adhesive of the strapless bra cup (which doesn't fit any more). When the dark-skinned girl answered... - - - - - - - I thought I got an answering machine, so I started to leave a message. You know, "Hi, this is Chaz. You met me at the ____ cafe lounge a little while back. My number is 555-2324..." She answered, in a lively-sounding voice. "Hi, Chaz. I sure do remember you. That black outfit with the leg-slit was cut up to THERE! Wow! So you kept my 'calling card', did ya'? "The guys--and the girls, too--at the club like my voice, too, especially since I love to touch and I dance real close. I hear just fine, so I've got a few numbers I do routines to, all by my little lonesome. Ya' wanna see me go through some of them, sometime?" "By the way, I'm Michelle. That's a French name. I like French things...doin' things french, too (wink, wink)," her voice continued. By now I was used to that delightful voice. I said, "yes, I'd like that. When and where?" "How about your place," I asked, trembling a bit, remembering? "Oh, girlfriend, you've got a date! Thursday, let's do it! You'll need my address. Now, tell me where you live so that I can give some directions..." She went on, in some detail, so I wasn't likely to get lost. And Thursday was the day after tomorrow. What to wear, what to wear... "what not to wear, too," I thought, wickedly. Thursday came around fast, and I found myself outside a small apartment building, one I'd never seen before, 'though I'd cruised these country roads many times before...before 'little miss 'Anything' came on the scene. Michelle answered the door. She was just like I remembered her for the club's rest room...an age before. Dark haired, dark- skinned (not black, though; more like Italian or Southern French). My eyes stayed on her face, though, as did hers on mine. Although mine did wander, after a bit. Nice waist, an' oh, those boobs. About the same size as mine (maybe a bit smaller, now; Yeah!). We were both wearing french-cut blouses, and neither of us seemed to have bras on. She had on black stretch pants, while I had on a tight mini-skirt. She had snacks and wine ready and waiting, and to tell the truth, I was pretty hungry, so we went through that stuff pretty fast. She could make a kind of whisper, real low powered, so that you had to get pretty near to hear anything. Not that I minded, those lips looked luscious! We talked the way girls do, not saying anything much, both pretty much knowing what was gonna happen today, sooner or later. After a while, our arms sort of went around each other's shoulders and waists, and we snuggled into a tight little ball. We finished off the wine, too, and neither of us was real sober. She told me about the club, which was pretty staid, most of the time, except, as it happened, on the one evening a week when Tye and I showed up. Then, shall we say, it...swung? She told me about the super stud guests, who were felt out by girls nearly falling out of their dresses, and who came all over themselves in a couple of minutes. She also told me about her dancing with a pretty shy guy, and working him up to a frenzy. At the same time, a male friend of hers had been working up a girl there. Then they put the two of them together, and watched the fun. It took two dances, some feeling around, about half a bottle of good scotch, and some knowing looks by their friends, and he had her (or she raped him, Michelle didn't know) right there on the pool table, with everybody watching. Michelle said that he came twice in 10 minutes, but that she came at least five times. She finished, "you remember those two that felt out your tits as you swung down the line. Well, one feel was from him and one was from her. You gotta figure, making it with a stranger on a pool table, with a couple 'a dozen people watching, that kinda' cures a case of shyness." We had a period of quiet, and then I told Michelle about Tye's and our previous marriage, and about 'Little Miss Anything' and, blushing, what happened in the car outside. I told her how my dress got ruined in that particular way. I felt the lightest, most delicate touch, caressing my left boob and the nipple. I shivered involuntarily. I told her about my times with Tye, recently, and before him, back to my first time. Then she filled my ear with some adventures that burned my ears to hear. What a fuckin' slut! (I wished I'd been there, to watch, to help, to have some.) During the stories, I felt that lightest of touch again, on my nipples and breasts. So I unbuttoned my blouse (only two buttons, and pushed it back some, but didn't look down. It was real scary fun, and she sure knew how to touch. Not like a man. So I told her about Tye and the advertisement I 'had' to write. She said she'd like to read it. The light touches continued, on my bare breasts, on the stiff nipples, over the upper, side and lower breast flesh. Making me shivery-sexy all over. I must have moaned a little, 'cause her hand stayed there, cupping a tit, squeezing oh, so gently. No man knows how to do that to a woman. I reached up for her breasts, and...they were already bare. When did that happen. Did I loose it for a while? Must've. Such firm flesh, standing out there, not sagging at all, with little, tight, rigid nipples. I caressed the same way, and got a moan in return. Oh, these boobs were firm, firmer than mine. I touched the same places she did, while she was touching my places. Women sure know how to touch women! [Do you wanna' be bi-sexual? Time to stop now, girl.] [Shut up, feels too good. Ohhhh oooooooooo!] I reached down toward her thighs, and she gently shook her head, 'no'. "Let me do the touching down there, you make sure our boobs match up." Fine with me. I kept massaging the breast- flesh with both my hands, managing four beautiful tits, keeping them nipple to nipple. They kept sliding away, and I kept giggling and pushing them back. Those nipples shore needed a lot of alignment. She reached back and turned off the only light inside. With the drapes pulled, it became dark. Then she pulled away a wooden pin for her hair, and it cascaded down to her shoulders, and beyond. Leaning forward, it covered both of us. Then, while she felt me, felt my drenched pussy, fingered my slit, found my stiffening clit, she kissed me. Oh, how she kissed me! You men, you kiss different. You're either tentative, or, if you know you're gonna get it--and how I love you men to get it, with me--you shove your tongue into a girl like a second cock, pushing, thrusting, penetrating. Girls kiss different, especially this girl. Girls use their tongues and lips to explore. Oh, boy, did she explore? In a couple of minutes, I was a well-explored piece of hot girl-stuff. Loved it. Her hands and fingers, too, in my slit, playing with the lips, making them swollen, smearing the juices out over my lips and clit. Meanwhile, I was making hay while the sun shines, feeling more beautiful tit than I could ever have believed I could hold, feeling hers and mine, mine and hers, caressing her hair, feeling my skirt slide off (!!!), helping her with her pants. Hearing her say she'd take care of the panties. Feeling her push me backwards on the couch, me going without a hesitation. [Come on, muff-lover, dive into hers.] [Sorry, no can do, maybe next time, OOOhhh hhhhHHHH!] Having her lips on my nipples, sucking on the big, protruding flesh, sucking, gentle, then hard, then gently. Then her tits in my mouth, slurping on the little, rigid nipples, feeling the overwhelming firmness against my cheeks, buried in girl-flesh, sucking, licking...oh, my... No man can do this... Having her lay on me, hearing her say, "don' be surprised, dear." An' I had one for her, with my clit shoving up to it's full 1". She reached down, seemed to adjust something. Feeling her enter me? Oh, Lordy, she must have on a dildo, feels so good, she knows what a woman needs, feeling her start to sort of thrust. [Only the way a woman can thrust.] Letting the pressure built up, feeling the rush come through me, feeling her hands on me. [No man can make a woman feel this way, it takes another woman to know all the secret little details, all the tiny things that only women know, and do...] Ooohhhh, it's so different, so gentle, ooohhh (cummmmm), moving faster, making love, fastersasfasfasssssss (cummmmm). Hugging her, grabbing her breasts, playing with her nipples, oh my, yesyyesyessss, building (CUMMMMMMING RIGHT NOW!!!). Feeling her stiffen. Feeling her cummmmmmmmmmm....(?)...mmmm (?????) MY WOMAN-LOVER JUST EJACULATED A LOAD INTO ME!!! [What the merry hell?] O, Lordy, she's a he! [But the boobs, and she knows so much...] She's got a cock! [An' doesn't it feel so good inside there.] But then, how can a man have those boobs, and know so much? [Why don' you quit analyzing an' have another cum, cause she's up again (!?!) and you're starting to get felt out again?] But she' a him's a her's a....(c u m m mmmmmmmmmmm). Oh, my, her dick feels so goooooddd in there, so smooth (c u m m mmm mmmmmmmm). Now she's out, sucking on my clit (cummm WOW cummm mmmm). Twist around, suck on her (???) dick. Suck fuck suckfuck fuck suck (cumcumc u m c u mmmmmm). On an' on.... The drive back to Tye and home was confusing, at best. I just got had by a woman, an' I liked it. [Boy, did you ever!] [Your woman has a cock, so that makes him a man!] Oh, but she knows so much about women, an' those boobs, an' that hair, an' she doesn't look at me like a man does, an' she explores, instead of shoving it in... [But, he has a cock, and he thrust it in you, and he came all over your pretty pink twat!] But, she was a woman, everything else except that cock shouted "girl". Hot one too. An' wicked... But what about that cock? The one that fucked you into orgasm?] "OK," I concluded, as I pulled into the driveway at home, "she's a woman if I say she is, an' I do. The fact that she has a cock doesn't matter at all." [Oh, so that's what you think, is it? And what about all those things you thought, about "no man could know that," and "only a woman could know how to make this special love," and how "it feels so different when two women make love". You thought all those things, before he stuck his dick into you and unloaded his jism into you. How about that?] "Oh, I must've known, somehow, someway... [Don't give me that stuff, little bitch-kitty.] "well..., um..., that is..., you see...] [And just what're you gonna tell Tye?] I flared, to myself, "gonna tell him nothin'! Let him believe I've got a woman on the side. Gotta keep him guessing about how 'special' and 'different' it is between women. You think I'm nuts?" [Right on, girl!] To Be Continued... Little Miss Anything Ch. 09 It makes you wonder, sometimes. Just knowing by little 'hints' that I had a female sometimes lover, or some faceless, anonymous sex seemed to have super-charged Tye. [Thas' right, little Miss Anything, bitch-kitty, keep him guessing.] Now he was into me--literally--two and three times a day. Into Kathy, too, I knew...'cause she told me. Now he loved long, slow fucking and going down on me, and could keep going all morning. This was the man, looking at the marriage license on the wall of our bedroom, who went at me once a month, average. Go figure! Actually, I sort-of caught Kathy and Tye together, a few times. As firm as my boobs have gotten, they just don't compare to the assets Kathy has. Oh, my, how he likes to work them over, just before he goes at her toward the end. An', since Michelle and I got together, I think I know why. There's no other feeling in the world like that firm-and-soft stuff held in grasping paws. Nothing like squeezing them, playing with the nipples, and hearing-feeling the pleasure you're dishing out. Heavenly! Caught Kathy at it with other men, once. Now that was a fuckin' slut, from the word go. Kinda funny, though, I liked to watch her getting it. No, really, I enjoyed watching her take on a man and pleasure him. An' she knew I'd come over to watch, she showed me where to hide and to get a good look at the fun. An' she kept hinting that I should come out and join the party, but I always said no. She'd slide her hands around his cock, turning and pulling and pushing, working her fingers around the cock-head, licking off the pre-come, and laughing, trying to tell the guy how much she liked it. I liked to hear the guy's groans and moans as he worked himself into her, pumping and thrusting. One guy, when she was cumming and bouncing good, pulled out at the last second, and shot his creamy hot stuff all over her belly and tits. She screamed with pleasure. From where I was hiding, so did I, almost. But when she had four men! At once! I'd gone over to borrow something, I forget what. I heard voices in the bedroom, so I sort of peeked in. Oh, my! Kathy was there, un-dressed in cupless bra and crotchless panties, black thigh-high hose and heels, while four guys felt her out. she was loving every second of it, too. The guys were naked, and she had a couple of cocks in her hands, gently stroking them, turning and pulling, and licking at the pre come. The other two were pulling on their own puds alot, watching as she stroked toe first two. An' all four of them were running their hands over her body, her face, her boobs. Spreading her butt cheeks, squeezing the cheeks. Squeezing and caressing her magnificent breasts, pulling and twisting the nipples, as she worked herself from one rigid cock to the next. Kathy'd first suck one, then the other, and kept changing her grip on the cocks. They all stuck out, strong and hard. When she told the guys, "not to worry, everybody was gonna get as much as they wanted," it just about floored me. An' then she said, "an' talk to me, guys. Tell me how you like it. Tell me how you like to fuck a hot slut. Tell me what you're gonna do to me, an' then you do it!" [I wouldn' ever do that to men, I mean to a man, I mean, other than Tye. Oh, I don' know what I mean...] Here she was promising that she'd do four men at least once, and probably twice, and one or two of them, three times. She was offering these guys cum-privileges in her hot body, up to 10 times...and sounding delighted at the idea. Not to mention all the things they were gonna do to her with their hands, their lips. Then she said something about, "ya' wanna' I should pull the train now, boys?" Huh? [Watching them start to have her makes you hot, too, doesn't it, little miss 'Anything'?] [Oh, my, how I'm wet, yes, but I couldn't... Jus' might... NO! Wouldn't ever!] Then I saw the first, must have been the one nearest her, get down on his knees and, with his hand, push his cock-head into her fur lined slit. He wasn't in any hurry because, she slow- pushed his way in, an 'out, an' back in, an' out... I was fascinated at the way his formerly dry cock became wet and shiny and slippery-looking. Was it hard! I could easily see her clit sticking up, cause she pointed it out for all the guys to see. Then he sort of lowered himself onto her, and she wrapped her hose-covered legs around his, as he started to thrust, slowly and deliberately. His fur and flesh must have been pumping on her erect love button, 'cause she started to moan and clutch with her arms, move her legs along his flanks and throw her head back. As he started to move faster, buttocks thrusting, she moved to meet him, bouncing her knees on his back. [Oh! I liked to watch a man have a woman.] [How come?] I wasn't the only one, the other guys were getting real excited watching the up-close action too. I could see the pre- come dribbling from their cocks. An' they pushed their cocks near her face, so she could tongue the cock-heads and lick it off. It looked as though some were getting real excited, 'cause they were pumping their slick cocks faster. Then one (I think is was just because Kathy happened to glance over to one side, as she groaned and thrashed), put his dribbling cock-head between her lips. An' she started to suck and tongue it, fast and hard. The first guy, in her, and pumping hard now, got onto his knees and straightened his arms, so that everybody could see his big, hard cock sliding in and out of Kathy. Still sucking on the second guy's cock, the other two lifted and held her head, so she could watch the fuckin' in-an'-out motions of the first. Her eyes got wide, and she moved her hips around faster. Then the first fucker, going real fast, an' slamming hard (I could hear it slappin') stiffened, groaned, and jammed his cock in extra deep and hard, and stayed that way, groaning an' pumpin' and shooting his come into her. Oh, I wish it was me, gettin' that load. [Huh? Girl, you want more than one guy at a time, an' she's barely started?] [No, un-uh, never...but... NO!] The first guy pulled out, getting soft now, and the next one, really hard and red-cocked, just got on and shoved in, and starting to thrust, no waiting. His cock slid in like it was on greased rails. The one in her mouth came, too, but he pulled out at the last minute, grabbed his cock-head, and ejaculated all at once. The first glob jumped out of his cock, at least 6", and fell onto Kathy's tits. Then the rest just flowed out, cuming and cuming, and pouring out all over her huge boobs, now jumping and quivering as she was fucked. The next guy came in her, and kept shuddering and groaning and pumping, until he was pretty soft. I was masturbating furiously, pulling at my own nipples. I heard my own voice say, "I gotta have it, I'm so hot and horny, shall I go in there an'?..." [You wanna join a gang-bang, and have guys you don't know pump their stuff all over you, and up your cunt?] [No! no no yes no yes... NO!] The second guy pulled out, and the third plunged his cock into Kathy, and, letting everyone see him, pumped her hard, but slower. Guys like to watch other guy fuck a hard-lovin' willin' slut, I guessed. Then he made some room, and the fourth stuck his dribbling dick into her love canal too! They grinned at each other, and started pulling out an' shoving in, alternately. When one was deep in, the other was pulling out, slow and steady. [No, but...I like what they're doing to her, an' I want some of it, too, but...no...yes...no.] [I don't know... I DON"T KNOW.] The first guy was hard again, and Kathy was sucking him, her cum-covered tits jouncing and jiggling, as she arched her back. By now, she was moaning, around the cock in her mouth, "Fuck me, you fuckers, jam it in, do it two at once, fuck me fuckme! fuckmefuckmefuckfuuuuckfuuuuuckfuuuuuuuuk..." The first guy came again, this time pulling out of her mouth and shooting bursts of jism all over her face and mouth and cheeks. I came hard, and bit my lip to keep from screaming, my shorts were...where?... My top, I don' know where. Never mind, feel, feel, more orgasm. Kathy was arching and thrashing, and groaning obscenities, telling the guys to do awful things to her, and they were doin' them, calling her a 'fucking slut' and she was orgasming and loving it, an'... And I wanted them to bang me instead... [What?] [You wish you were covered with hot spurting jism, having two men pump away at your tender twat, at the same time?] No, I don't...yes, pump me full, let it run out my cunt... no, I don't... yes... no... [I DON'T KNOW, help me... HELP ME. Decide...deci...ddd.] I ran out of Kathy's house, naked, leaving my juice-sodden clothes behind me, ran to my house, tore inside, boobs bouncing and heaving, pulled Tye away from his word-processor, and jerked out his cock. I sucked on it furiously, getting him hard. Then I RAPED HIM! I made him have me on top, on bottom, hard and deep. I jumped on his slick shaft, and pounded myself into senseless, mindless naked slutdom, tearing at my own boobs and gritting-screaming directions to him, how to do me, what to do, I don't know what I said. I kept him erect between his cums, and finger-fucked his ass-hole. When I finally let him crawl off me, his semen was in me, on my boobs and face, my juices covered both of us, face to crotch, and I'd masturbated furiously while he watched, cumming over and over. I fell asleep there in the floor, sperm oozing out of me, drying on me, as I dreamed of cocks in me, on me, mouth, ass, cunt. Cocks an' men: fucking, thrusting, spurting cocks, COCKS, COCKS. Tye told me, when I got up, about every word I'd said in my sleep, everything I'd said I wanted to do. Oh, my, what've I done now? To Be Continued... Little Miss Anything Ch. 10 I caught Tye looking at me with 'that' look, a couple of weeks later, in the late afternoon. Good God, wasn't the man getting enough, already. Not that I minded it twice a day or so. But I knew that he was pretty fucked out just now, so I just sorta came over to tease. My way; my new way. That is, sling one leg over his knees, so that I crawled up on his lap, facing him, forcing my micro skirt up on my hips. Ooooh, did I want to play now. He'd learned just how to hold me there, by my nipples in one hand and... "Hi, there, stud, ya' lookin' for someone to have a party?" He answered, laughing, "look what we have here, a little sex kitten, just right for playing with, stroking, caressing." His hands matched his words, running over my thighs, calves, back and neck. He continued, "you a virgin, little girl?" "Oh, no sir," I answered, in a sweet voice, "Mommy says continued virginity would be bad for my complexion. And since I have such good skin," I added stroking the flesh--quite a lot of it--that was exposed, "I must have had my virginity taken lots of times. Would you like to take it again?" And I gave him a round-eyed oh-so-innocent look. "Oh, so, we have to take a virgin, do we? Let's see, what haven't we done that girls do, that you'd like to do?" "Oh, sir, I don't know anything about that," I crooned, hips beginning to buck and writhe with the stroking I was getting. "Little virgins like me have to let the men make all the decisions. We don't know where they'll put all that big, plunging cock meat at all. Cock meat, that is the right thing to say, isn't it, sir?" My breath was coming shorter, now. His hands were just too good, but I don't see how he'd kept off my boobettes or out of my slippery pussy. He was just sliding his hands gently around my hips, and waist (very bare waist, now), and up and down my arms, and up and down my thighs, looking at my fur. I looked down' too, and could see the beginnings of glistening, where the girl- goo was starting to seep out. I shifted my hips, so that the pussy fur and my love opening showed more clearly. Did I ever love getting hot and horny! It felt like a warm, sleepy blanket drawn down over me, kinda golden, but being totally aroused, not sleepy at all, if you know what I mean. My words got shorter, more direct, sort of slurred. Tye's hands and fingers worked around my arms and back, then down across my waist, and down my hips and thighs... Say, where did my top and skirt go: I didn't remember them coming off. Oh, well, doesn't matter, anyway, cause there weren't any panties or bra to start with, and the top and skirt just covered up the view. Sort of detached, as well as around, I watched Tye expertly turn me on, turn me every which way but loose. Ooooh, I liked the way that body responded to his touch, but he still hadn't laid hand or lip on tit or pussy. Was I gonna have ta' beg him? Yep. I warmed to that task, which made me even hotter. "Hey, stud, sir, you know there some of this hot slut kitty you've not touched yet. How about working on these little nipples. They're just begging for you to suck on them, aren't they, though." I massaged one with the flat of my hand, then thought better of it. Instead, I picked up his hand, flattened it, and moved its surface over the nipple. The shock waves from that sent me groaning and moaning. "Ungh! Gasp. Come on, virgin molester, feel me out. Pull on 'em, show me what a man does with a fuckin' slut's hard nipple. Groan. Uh!. That's it, twist them right off my tits. Don' be gentle. Squeeze that tit, both of them. Here let me do the body work, you concentrate on violating my tits. Ugh! DO IT!" I worked my hands frantically over my body now, rubbing and grabbing and pulling, while his hands caressed and tugged at my tits and nipples. I twisted and turned, and his body helped me move more sideways. My fluids spread out over my cunt, my buttocks, his thighs, warm and slippery. I closed my eyes, to better enjoy what I was doing to myself, getting done to me. Vaguely, I felt Tye make an abortive arm movement, so I snuggled up a little tighter, and continued talking. "You like that warm, dripping stuff on your leg, don't you, stud, huh? Like a little girl slut on you lap, spread out for you, huh, don' ya'. How about a little more spread? Like that, too, don't you, like to see all that pretty pink stuff, stuff you can spread, shove a cock up into..." Suiting action to words, I spread my legs wider, feeling Tye put his arm around me, coming in under my arm for more tit action, freeing up one hand. Hoping he'd put one hand on me before his cock went in. He did! But not the way I expected. He shoved some fingers into me, massaging from the inside, but his thumb--warm and wet from my juice--stayed right on the clit button. Oh, Lordy, he had two of my three turn-on buttons under his expert fingers. He pushed his fingers in, then pulled them out with a little sucking sound, rocking them as he played with my erect clit, working in little circles. I nearly forgot how to talk, but tried anyway. "Ooohhh! Right, do it. Play with it, thas' right. You want these legs in the air, don' you? You want them kicking and waving while I cum, huh, don' you. Here they go. Right, keep going, I'm cumming, cumming, cum...cum...cum...CUMCUMCUM...). Eyes still closed, I collapsed back against Tye's chest, murmuring, "so good, so good." Tye said, "I should think so." He hadn't even entered me. And I just had to have his shaft in me, sometime real soon. I could feel it building up even now, that urge for cock for little miss 'Anything'. He caressed me for a few minutes, then invited me to the party. Huh? The guy at the summer cottage next door (the one that Kathy collapsed the bed with) had invited Tye and me over to party with some of his friends. I wouldn't know anybody, but what the hell. But Tye was a puzzle. He didn't really like parties, even though I'd become 'Little Miss Anything' on the way to one. I asked about that, but all he did was grin that smile of his, so I know something was up. Probably something to do with his cock, too. Probably he wanted to sniff out some other piece of slut tail, too, the fuckin' stud. "I'll show him," I thought, in a case of perfectly logical dispassionate feminine logic. You know--the kind where you think up the worst about someone, then assume that it's true, and then base your next set of negative assumptions on the previous set, just as if they were fact. It took me about 3« minutes to decide to flirt outrageously, and at the same time make him sorry he ever decided to fool around with that little bitch (whoever she was). I had some time, so after the bath and the pretty-up, on went the super-tight cut-offs and the white vest, with the high- heeled black velvet pumps. With the super sheer, patterned body suit under it. The one that dipped 'way down at the back and front. The one that outlined my butt and legs so well. The one that, after the cut-offs and the vest came off, I could wear to bed... Or to the couch... Or to the back seat of the car... Or spread out on the rug... You get the picture. To further get Tye's "goat", I hit the liquor supply, and carefully had a couple of good belts. So, by the time it was ready to go next door, I had a nice buzz on, and was dressed fit to kill (slowly, by delicious slippery friction, too). Tye, bless his little heart, hadn't the slightest idea what was going on in my little brain. Oh, the vengeance I was gonnna get, cause I just knew (no evidence needed) what he was thinking. After all, he was a man, wasn't he? Since I was a woman, I knew all about men, how they think, how they react when their women start to flirt, stray... It was a pretty good gathering. You know how parties are, at first. Walk in the front door, get introduced all around, forget the names immediately, find a place for coats and wraps, get some eats and drinks, find people to talk to, gossip to, dance with. I came in kinda buzzed, and had a drink or two more, maybe a joint, too. Not sure. Anyway, we didn't drive (right next door), so who care? Tye separated from me soon. Oh, well, anyway, he got separated from me, not sure how it happened, so I did get to talk and dance with other people. Some of those guys were good dancers, and i really didn't object when the dancing got real close, and the hands smoothed over waist, thigh, even buttocks. Couple of times, I was startled to find myself dancing with a really pretty girl, close and sexy. Got pulled into the kitchen and kissed thoroughly by one, with lots of touching and feeling. There wasn't a whole lot of comment even, beyond a couple of men telling us to "go for it". Pretty good party, tell the truth. I looked for Tye, and found him talking with Kathy. Oh, OK, that's fine, I knew about her. She was just about falling out of her top anyway, which, for Kathy, was normal. Lordy, she had so much to fall! Meantime, I was having too much fun flirting, dancing, getting felt up. Someone was loosening the strings to my vest top, and I was pushing the hands away, but there were more hands un- fastening than I had trying, giggling, to do my self up again. So I was pretty easy about feeling the vest sorta peel itself off my shoulders and disappear. That left the sheer cat- suit, and the cut-offs. Turn-about fair play, I thought, weaving a little on my feet, as I unbuttoned a couple of blouses, pulled down a couple of zippers (and felt around inside), and generally made a sexy tease of myself. Just what I'd planned. Someone'd put some non-stop porn videos on the TV sets around. I kept getting glances of things that I'd sure be nice to do with Tye...or someone, I thought, through my buzz. Sure was warm in here, too. Now to get Tye to watch me being played with, and get him all worked up, while other men got what he wasn't getting. But Tye was on the couch, with one arm around Kathy's waist, looking at the couple on the other end of the couch. I could see that his finger than thumb were playing with Kathy's nipple, cause it was large, and peeking over the top of her outfit. She looked nice, nice enough to eat (suddenly I wanted to taste her again). By this time a lot of p«eople were looking at the couple at the end of the couch. The lights were dimmed, and we all crowded close. They didn't seem to care. He was in his 50's, it looked like, salt-and-pepper hair, good body, not a muscle man, but good looking. Wearing a white turtle-neck and slacks, and a girl, just now. She was young, couldn't have been more than 22, and more probably 18 or 19 ("I hate her," I thought), she had smooth light coffee-colored skin. Small, firm tits; black hair, long legs; wearing a white, off-the-shoulder pantsuit and open mesh skirt. Utterly tangled up with the guy on the couch. One hand under his sweater, one in his zipper, stroking his erection. One of his hands on her butt, the other one feeling out a little tit through the pantsuit. Both of them making surging, hip- grinding, love-making motions. I glanced at Tye. He was staring hard at the couple making it right next to them. His other hand had pulled Kathy's boob completely out of her top, and another woman (never met her at all) was slowly lifting the matching one out of her top, too. Oblivious to the hands that were stroking me, up between my thighs, over my barely covered boobettes, down my hair and arms, tugging at my cut-offs, massaging my slowly hardening nipples... I watched the couple on the couch, like nearly everyone else. I watched as she pulled his cock out of his pants, sucked and tongued it delicately, and then looked around, over her shoulder. She said, "come on, people, help us out, I'm too busy here, y' know." And went back to her head work. Hands reached out and gently separated her from her boots, her skirt. Un- snapped the bottom of her body suit, working it up and over her head, hardly interrupting her rhythm of slurping and sucking at all. His slacks went the same way. Then, in a smooth motion, she reared up on him, pushed his hard cock into her, and started on an easy rhythm of fucking. It looked as if she could go on like that all night. Of course, he couldn't. "No man can stand that sort of action from a tight young cunt," I thought. He started to move faster, faster, then stiffened, groaned, squeezed her tits, and bucked his hips while he filled her up with his sperm. Through all this, she kept up her movements, and motions, pointing and caressing herself, and making other party people caress her where she wanted it. Eventually, he got soft and slithered out. And then, he turned her over on her knees, grasped her buttocks, pulled them--and her semen-drooling cut lips--apart, and stroked her fur, her clit. Another man, fully naked and erect, HUGE, cock jerking and twitching with his heartbeat, came up behind her, and pressed the cockhead into her dripping twat. Working his cock around her clit, too, he got it coated with slippery girl-stuff. Oh, my, it was Tye, jamming his cock into a young afro- American girl. I watched in sort of shivery shock (and in awe, too: I regularly took that baseball bat into me, and loved it, every time?). the girl had her head up, tits stiff, arms straight, as my lover slowly and deliberately slid his rod into her, starting a deep fucking motion. Her own first lover, even though soft, kept on kissing her boobs and spreading her buttock opening wide. The slowly moving cock kept making a sticky sound going in, and a soft slurp-sound coming out. To Be Continued... Little Miss Anything Ch. 11 The black girl was moaning now, ending with a soft "Ungh!" when Tye reached the end of his penetration, pushed a little then, and started his pull-out. Her first lover, the older man, still played with her thigh and breasts, getting little giggles in the overall moaning and groaning. It looked fascinating. But I was being ignored! No way. If I couldn't have that fuck rod in me right then (and I knew I'd arrange to get it in me a lot more in the future), then I was gonna use it one way or the other. An' I was gonna let that cunt fucker know about it. The hands around me hadn't stopped stroking, even as everyone watched the two DOIN' IT! So I looked around, and hissed, "come on guys and girls, I need some more skin on his hot slut. Get goin' with the feelin'. An' somebody get me a microphone hooked up to the stereo." The hands obediently started on me double speed. I felt more plucking at my cut-offs, which I pushed away (but not too hard). Finally, these just melted away too, and I sort of sprawled out on the couch, just to the side of where Tye and his friend were still croon-fuckin' away (goin' just a little faster now, though). I felt bodies settling down on the sofa, on either side of me. Uhmmmmm! Nice. there was a different hand on each breast, and on each thigh, and on each hip. Pulling my legs further apart, and further, and further. Pulling down the straps on my body-suit, over my now-swollen boobettes. Then squeezing the tits. Pulling the material of the bodysuit, then pushing it down, trying to make a wider opening at my dripping crotch. Most importantly, holding my legs so I "couldn't" struggle free. Holding my arms so I "couldn't" push anyone away. Holding a microphone up to my lips! I looked up to the black girl my man was fuckin', then down to my writhing body, held down and being felt out in lots of different places. Interesting places. I started giving directions to my soon-to-be-fuckers, and to the black girl, too. "hey, honey-chick, tha's my lover back there, cramin' his meat into you. Ya' like it, don' you. Huh? That's it, down there, stroke that butt just like that. You, on the titties, don's squeeze so much, get the nipple in your fingers an' twist it, pull it. Ungh! OOOhhh! Like that, aaahhh, like that, right, keep doin' it. Down there, don' press the material down, it just pops right back up, you fucker, you rip it open, right now." There was a satisfying ripping sound, and I felt a brief sensation of freedom around my cunt and fur--until I felt the tongue on my labia and clit, working up and down. I screamed and bounded around alot, held at the arms and legs, both spread really wide. Looking down at my sopping cunt, I saw a mane of raven-black hair, as a woman I didn't know lapped me up like I was goin' to go dry any moment. No chance of that, any time soon. I looked up, and saw my lover (husband), really strokin' it to the young girl. Even though she was mostly glazed with passion and heat, I caught her eye. I said (into the microphone, so everybody could hear), "come on girl, pump back at him. I get that man-rod twice a day, and I love it. You can do better. Dick him, girl. Make him wanna call you over for some private fuckin'. Show him how much cock you can take." Tye was really banging it into her, now, going faster and faster, face all screwed up. It wouldn't be long. Then she screamed, and grabbed the couch, and cried the endless "FUCKME's" and started to collapse. And my lover, my fucker', my husband groaned, pulled out of her in one long slurp, pointed his HUGE meat at me, and unloaded his hot, sticky load of jism right into my face and hair. Spurt after spurt after spurt. Then I felt a weight settle onto me, and the spasm of penetration, and the fast movement of a man who knows he doesn't have to hold back. That he can bang as much as he wants. I started to encourage them all, "come on, guys, use it, it's here, waitin' for you. Ya' want it hot and willing, spread open for you, come on an' get it. My tits, play with the nipples. Somebody, shove a nipple at me, I gotta suck a nipple, somebody suck mine. Ungh (as the guy in me came, and pulled out, and somebody else settled into that slot...slut). I wanted it to go on, and on, but, of course, it couldn't. Too many couples needed each other's attentions. Tye and I put on the best "show", by far, but things soon toned down. Oh, the woman in the raven-black hair (never did find out her name) did a strip that got to of the fucked-out guys back up hard, and then she had 'em both, on after the other, on the dining room table. I learned a lot from that bitch. About 2:00 am, we staggered home, Kathy with us. We all fell into bed, and slept like the dead, waking up (sorta) a lot later. Then, the sexy mood still on us, we tried to make some more love ... and found out we just couldn't. So then what. Oh, well, fans of 'Little Miss 'Anything', there's a lot you can do for loving pleasure. We discovered things about each other. Things like: That Tye like to have his soft dick sucked and licked just as much as his hard one. He liked Kathy and I to do it together, while he alternately tongued one of us and felt out/massaged the other, then switched; That Kathy and I did really like to play with each other's bodies. That we could be very physical playmates for each other, without being lesbian in the slightest; That Tye liked titty massages by Kathy best (no surprises here, she has the boob size to do it right), but liked to be mounted and nearly smothered by my little boobettes best. He swore he could feel the nipple protruding into the back of his throat, when he sucked in the whole titty; That we liked taking videos of each other, making love. But quality videos. It's easy to tape someone fucking. Just point the camera and press the button. It's hard to get a picture that's quality and erotic, at the same time. Let me add on to this a bit. Your subjects are pressing together. Unless you go to really odd poses, you really have to work at getting the camera angle just right, to make the scene appear natural, but still steamy, sexy, erotic. But there are some compensations. If you do your own, you don't have to keep to the silly convention, for the guy to pull out at the last instant, just so that he can dump his load in plain sight. That's dumb! There's just a few good places for a hot load of spurting spunk, and most of those times, it's inside a twitching, rolling, wanting-needing twat! Come on, get real! Let's let the guy show he's coming by shoving it in, screaming, and grabbing, and thrashing around. Better yet, let the girl show it by screaming for it, all but pitching the guy off her, clawing her own tits as he cums into her. Concentrate on the pretty foreplay, the hotting up, the working up to climax. Even the cool-down petting. But for cock's sake, let's show love-making, not clinical fucking or ejaculation. Enough! - - - - - - - I'll never understand men, though. At the end of the day, the late afternoon after the party, after we'd spent the entire day loving each other with limp disks and exhausted bodies, what happens? Little Miss 'Anything" is there, sprawling on the couch, awake, top bare, boobs quivering with each movement. Kathy's asleep on the floor, on her back, legs spread wide open, pink love flesh showing. Boobs spread out on her chest. Suddenly he's hard! No warning. He's gotten HUGE, again. He gets up, walks over to me, puts his cock against my lips, and I suck on it until his probing fingers tell him I'm ready. Then he slides me off the couch, until he can fit himself into me. He calmly penetrates, shoving that monstrous baseball bat, that living beer can, into me, and deliberately settles into that motion, the one that I really love best. The one that says, "I love you, but I gotta have you right now, no waiting." The one that I come to, fastest. So he and I come just about together, and he pumps some more jism into me (where does it all come from). And we all fall asleep on the floor, next to the gently snoring Kathy. Go figure? To Be Continued... Little Miss Anything Ch. 12 A week or so after the party, I was helping Tye pack his suitcase for a trip into the City. His manuscript had already been sent by email, and he had his back-up copies (on disk) with him as well. The airport shuttle was on its way, and I was just devastated. He was gonna be gone 3-4 days, maybe as much as 5 days, and what was I gonna do while he was away. It didn't help that we were 'necking' on the couch, hands busy on each other, both of us kinda dribbling on each other. While he had on his traveling clothes, all little Miss Anything wore was a tube style sunsuit with loose yarn arm straps...and a black thong string bikini-tye pair of barely-there panties. Lots of ways to get into that, mostly from the loose, flowing bottom. Then, as the shuttle stopped in the driveway, he dropped his bomb. He announced with a wicked grin, "You remember that black-haired witch at the party? The one that brought those two guys back from the dead. Well, she's my new editor, I found out today. We'll have to work pretty closely in her office." Tye closed my open mouth with his hand. He continued, so innocently, "I'll let you know what hotel I'm at when I get there, Chaz." He shouldered his bags, stepped into the shuttle, and called out the window, "don't do anything I wouldn't do." I went back inside the house, in a daze. Then sitting back on the couch, the negative fantasies started. Just like the ones that preceded the party. "Oooohh! That, that...man! I just knew what he was gonnna do. His new editor would arrange to have him picked up at the airport. Probably, she'd arrange for him to go to his hotel first, to freshen up. And then she'd call, to arrange to meet him there, just to give them more space to work on the book and the stories." My hands began to stroke my own thighs, my own belly, just as if I had a lover there, now, fueling the fires of jealousy. "How dare he meet with another woman, when I wasn't there to watch him. She'll be there at the hotel first, and she'll have some wine ready. Those two will be so cool--at first--spreading out the papers and turning on their portable computers. But she'll sit down beside him, leaning over to point to this or that sentence. Her leg will press up against hers, and he'll feel the press of her boob flesh on his arm. Uh, huh, that's how I'd do it, wouldn't I?" My own hands were stroking faster now, and straying up to caress my own hair, my own face. That bitch, If I knew what to do with a man, she'd sure figure it out, an' he's not gonna fuck someone else while I'm not there to watch. "An' then she'll catch his eye, just like I know how to, and deliberately slip open a couple of buttons on her business suit blouse. And Tye'll kiss her, and slide his tongue into her, an' she'll moan, like I do, and pull her blouse open, and let the whole top fall back an' be nude to the waist..." I was moaning, and feeling myself, legs thrashing around on the sofa, while I imagined the awful scene coming next. "An then she'll sit back in her chair, and pull her wool skirt up around her hips. She'll have on stockings and no panties. She hike up each leg over the low arms of the room's chair. Then she'll smile, and crook her little finger. Tye'll drop his pants, and he'll stick out HUGE! Then he'll start to dribble pre-come, and she'll ooze cunt juice, an' show it to him. An' he'll come over to her, and touch the tip of his PENIS to her cunt lips, and she'll crook her finger at him, smile wickedly, and say,..." "Hi, Chaz, I want you to meet my nephew, Jim!" I snapped my eyes open. There stood Kathy, in top and cut- offs, along with a kid. A teen. I snapped my legs together, pulled down the sun-suit, lost balance, and fell tail-over-teacup in a heap on the floor. It took forever to get me up and back on the couch. At least Jim, the teen, was normal. He was all eyes and open mouth, looking at my legs and down my front (and down Kathy's; didn't she ever wear normal, non-revealing things?). Then we got him settled on the couch, and went to the kitchen to scrounge up some food. While there, Kathy poured out her tale. Seems that this young person was trying to get over some "involvement" with a girl his own age. TO hear Kathy say it, though, this girl was 17 going on 38! Regarded Jim as a handy "money-pump". Anyway, the parents were worried, so they decided to "change his social environment" and so, roped Kathy into watching over him for the next week. "But, Chaz, come on, I wanna go 'shopping', if you know what I mean. An' I've got a date with a couple of the guys next door. I wondered if you'd just, well, sort of..." Sighing, I continued, "...Sorta, kinda watch over him, while you go out and have fun, while my husband is partying it up in the City. Sure! But you'll owe me. So let's get him fed, and you out of here." Kathy left with almost indecent speed. But I made her adjust her top and her cut-offs in the downstairs powder room, with the door open just enough for Jim to see her arrange her own tits and butt for maximum exposure, before I'd let her out the door. Oh, that widened his eyes some. He'd never see his aunt Kathy in quite the same way again. So Jim and I ate and talked small talk, and I mostly listened, and eventually he got quiet, just before he started to talk about girl problems. There's some advantage to being an "older" woman, besides the usual "tell/yell/swell/grateful as hell" stuff. We've been through it before. So, I carefully curled myself up on the couch, put my head on his lap, and got to be friends with him, in my special way. "What way's that, Chaz?" "Sounds like you need a woman to talk to, one that isn't a girl any more, but one that isn't a relative either." "I'd sure like to have that, but...where...?" "You've got one on your lap, ninny?" "You mean I can talk with you about, well, anything. Really anything. Like what my girlfriend does to me an' how I feel about it. And stuff like sex and..." "Uh huh. Anything. Everything. No rules." By now my head was on his lap, my face buried in his belly fur, and suddenly, I was sure that we'd be screwing each other inside 10 minutes. I felt his hands touch the bottom hem of my sun-suit, and I stretched just a bit, to bring it up from my knees, and free it from between my legs. I would have sworn that he didn't know (yet!) that he was doing anything. So I heard about the girlfriend. About the carefully restricted feeling out. The cost--in dollars--to get so far and no further. The "all-we'll-do-is-huggy-bear-and-kissy-face-and- that-is-all" routine. While he talked, and I listened, I felt his hands start to stroke my back and my legs, and play with my hair. that felt nice, so each time he did something that felt good, I responded with a little moan and a movement of stretch. He sort of started to run down after a while, but his hands didn't. Then I felt then creep under the hem of my sun-suit, and freeze there. It was his next move, but I knew that he'd need help, so I opened my legs more then a bit, and let the material slide up my thigh. "Uh, Chaz, can I ask you a real important question, one of those anything ones? A no rules question?" "You know you can, jim, I promised, and I'm you special woman friend now." "Chaz, are you trying to seduce me?" "Uh huh," I answered, looking up at him. "Oh. Well, OK, but...uh. I've never... That is, I know most of the guys have... But I haven't..." Grinning to myself, I put a finger to his lips, saying, "Shhh, dear, I kinda guessed, about an hour ago. So this will be your first time. In about another hour, you won't be a virgin any more. How about that. An' by the way, most guys lie about when they get it, and how often." "So, let's start. Why don't you keep on doing what you're doing now, only do more of it. An' I'll move, like this (hips) when I like it. And if you'd like to touch something, why, you just go ahead and touch it." A virgin, sure, he was that, but shy: no way. In the next 5 minutes, my thighs were bared, and my boobettes caressed. I stood up in front of him, and there, in the full afternoon light, with all the windows open, I pulled my sunsuit up and over my head, exposing myself to his gaze. I let him feel me out, then stood and pulled down my soaked panties. An' I told him they were soaked, so I'd be ready for him. The he got undressed, and he knelt over me. "Jim, this first time, everything'll go like wildfire. Don't worry about me. Just try to do what I say." OOOHH! This was nice! His cock was longer than Tye's, not as big around, and stood up almost straight. The cockhead almost kissed his bellybutton. I held open my cunt lips, and guided him into me. Then he pushed. Gently, not the crazy thrust I imagined. It slid inside, and, Ohhh. Ungh! What a nice feeling erect men are, inside a hot wanting woman. He started to thrust, and I took hold of his hips with my hands. They were trembling, though. Oh, did I feel him in there! "GO slow, real slow, just for a little bit, lover. Oh, yes, that's what I want, I wan' you to feel me with your cock, every woman is different inside, feel what this one is like. Oh, yes, I love your BIG cock in there. Oh, Jim, it's so BIG. Now you can go as fast as you want. YES!" I knew I wasn't gonna get far this first time, he wouldn't be able to last half a minute. Oh, ugh, faster, blast of pleasure from his cock in there, faster, in out in out inout in out inoutinoutinout faster swelling inside. He stiffened, and shouted, and shot his hot spurt, the first hot spurt of his manhood, deep into my cunt, as I slammed up to meet him coming down, screaming/groaning in the back of my throat. Oh, my, I came with this boy (man!), in less than a minute. To Be Continued... Little Miss Anything Ch. 13 After a while, Jim looked down at me, focused, and said the predictable, "wow!" "Yeah!" "Did I hurt you? Am I hurting you. Did you like it? Did I do it right?" "No! No! Yes! And Yes!" "Wow" He moved his hips a little, and I could feel he was still about three-quarters hard inside me. When he said, "Chaz, should I pull out now?", i replied, "You take that glorious love rod out of there before it's soft, and a real woman'll bite your ear off." "What do you really want to do most, right now?", I added. He moved a little more, then grinned down at me, and, starting to thrust again, gently, but with insistence, and said, "this!" So I told him the one about the definition of a gentleman (a man who takes his weight on his elbows). I showed him about my super sensitive nipples, the ones that reduced me to jelly, when they were pulled and twisted. Then he practiced pulling and twisting them. Ohhhmmmmmmmhhh! I got him to focus his attention on how my cunt felt to his cock, how sloppy it was with my juice and his sperm, how he could go easy or hard, fast or slow, with no problem. I let him know that i was spoiling him for other girls, that he'd be forced to screw older women until he was in his mid-30's, and could be trusted to fuck young girls. He agreed, while he continued those delicious thrusts. OhhmmmMMMM! That cock in there. In out inoutinoutinout. I wanted another load of his sperm in there, and said so. He grinned, and (bless his soul) didn't say anything silly or macho, just kept on thrusting and feeling and twisting. OHHHooohhh! I felt like i had hot wired between my tits and my cunt. Each pull, each twist went right to my cunt. Each thrust in, each pull out flooded my belly, sparked my tits. I told him so, every detail. It just made him go faster, harder! Then I got him to get up on his hands and knees, so that I could see the hard action going on between my thighs. I got him to thrust into me, with my hips raised, so that I could see his shaft moving in and out, between my labia (inoutinoutinout!!!). Then I got him to look down and watch the action, as I pulled at my own nipples, and squeezed my own boobs. That did it. OOOHHH! Ungh! He started into those hard, probing, thrusts that i just loved from men, when I was hotted up and wanting. Thrusts that show they've started to forget about girls and women, and just want to have SEX, hot sex, that they want to SPURT and COME in the slippery liquid ready for them. Thrust and shove and grab. No romance, no gentleness. The last minute of SEX!!! Two naked people, working frantically toward climax, just a faceless cock and an mindless little slut, shoving together. Cumming. CuMMing! Now, now, now, yes, yes, NOW! CUM...CUM...right NOW!!!...CUM Right into my hot, sloppy, waiting, slippery cunt. My insides grabbed his rigid shaft, and pulled his white sperm into myself, as much as possible. My back arched, groaning, screaming, face twisted, I heard his groans and screams as he shot and shot and shot. Oh, God, I love to make virgin boys into MEN! We spent the rest of the day, and evening, just caressing and playing with each other. Jim, bless his courteous soul, really casually asked about Tye, and was I really married, and when would he be back, and could he see me tomorrow? So I grabbed him by the ears and told him that he was sleeping with me tonight, and that I expected him to rape me once in the night, and that I'd tell Tye all about it when he called. Jim didn't believe that. So when Tye called, and I told him about jim, I had on a barely there black teddy. I played with Jim's cock as I rehashed all the gory details. Poor Tye hadn't gotten to first base with his black-haired editor, and was going to bed alone. I made him listen on the phone, while I sucked Jim's cock, very noisily, then hung up the phone, and demanded that he fuck me right there, no waiting, no mercy, hard, fast, furious. OHHH, the feel of that meat, slamming into my tender, swollen parts, jammin' me, buckin' me up, especially as I wanted it doggie style, on hands-and-knees. And with a mirror put so that I could see it jammin' in-out of me, too. He fucked me for a good 10 minutes, then came quarts (well, it felt like!). I didn't get the rape that night. I had to wait until the next morning. I spent the next days, until Tye got home, with Jim. Teachin' him the stuff he oughta know to make love to real women (not just girls). How to lick cunt and pussy. How to kiss. When to kiss. Positions. How to seduce a woman (who really wants to be had anyway, but should go through the motions, first). And some interesting variations... An' I got Kathy back for her trick! Oh, yes, didn't I just. Jim and I planned this one out, an' I let him know that, while us girls usually stick together, when it's a man we want, all rules are off. So Kathy came over, when I called, and shortly, we started to "play". She sure knew something was up, 'cause Jim hadn't been to her place except for a clothes change, for 4 days. But she was surprised to see him sitting in the bedroom chair, with just a towel over his cock, and a key on a thin chain around his neck. Kathy and I sat on the bed, and we talked (nervously, for her, as she kept glancing at Jim) for a few minutes. Then, I just reached out and pulled her top down, in one smooth motion. Her big boobs spilled out, and hung there, bouncing as she breathed. Then I slowly kneaded them, played with the nipples (big, but not as big as mine!), and told Jim all about how they felt. Then he stood up, and the towel slid off his rigid cock, standing straight up. Kathy's mouth dropped open. Jim quickly moved to the bedroom door, and locked it with the key around his neck. He replaced it back there. Then the two of us tied Kathy's wrists to her ankles, criss-cross fashion, behind her, propping her up on the bed with. She couldn't get away, and any movement of her arms pulled her legs (and thighs!) apart. If she closed her legs, she couldn't get her hands around to her belly. Oh, I'd thought about this. Jim looked down on all this, a feast of hot sex spread out before him. Then, with Kathy immobilized, tied up, open to his manhood, and locked in a bedroom, I started to tell him literally everything that she liked, that she wanted a man to do. So he slipped his tongue into the space between her thighs, and started that particular licking motion, rocking between the labia and the clit, in a figure-eight motion. Licking, and holding his head tight to her fur, as she bucked her hips, and cried for him to stop, that he was family, the he shouldn't... So he reached under and pulled her buttocks wider, exposing her swollen pink slit, love opening and ass hole. Her hip buck got wilder, with more of a rolling motion. So he reached out to each of those nice, big boobs, one at a time for each hand, and squeezed the hot flesh, tenderly pulled the nipples, and kissing underneath them, where she was nice and sensitive. Kathy was pretty much incoherent now, not making much sense. So he put his long stiff cock in her hair, and rubbed it all over her face, making sure that some of his pre-come coated her cheeks and lips. Then finally, with Kathy groaning and babbling and hip- thrusting at him, he positioned himself over her, and penetrated! Kathy jerked, screamed, went wide-eyed. Her nephew knew everything about her, all her likes and ways to get into her and turn her on. Then he'd done it, and now he was for-real hard and long, inside her, fucking her. And she was tied up, by her best friend, lying next to her, and looking at all the action. Maybe Kathy was enjoying it, but I loved it too. Next to getting it (often; hard; sexy; slippery; imaginatively), I liked to watch other people get it, too. Men and women, with each other. The bunch of his muscles under his naked buttocks, as he trust into her secret spaces, accompanied by a liquid sliding sound. The bunch of other muscles, and the slurp-suck of cock coming out of a hot wanting slut hole. Wanting the next thrust, which was coming. Wanting the hot, groping hands. Faster, and faster. The grunting. The curses and the sexy talk from him. Kathy's words, finally opening up the floodgates of her own words (my Lord, that girl has a vocabulary!). The inoutinoutinoutin... Oooohhhh! Right then, I so wanted to be a male (while still being a woman), with a huge rigid cock, shoving it in one last time, screaming, spurting, spasming jism into her. I wanted to know how it felt to go soft, to slide out in gush of girl and man. We both played with Kathy, there of the bed, but left her tied up, me on one side, and Jim on the other. Oh, there wasn't anything that we couldn't do with her, and I show Jim where every single place was. An' he knew most all of mine. Was he a fast learner. Spoiled, for "girls", forever, 'cause he was gonna want women! Then, about a half-hour later, I felt his hands on my hips. Looking up, I saw "that" look, and down, I saw the reason. Up again. This kid that a re-charge time of, what, 12 minutes. He pulled me up, over top of Kathy, in between her legs, and, wordlessly, shoved his hard cock up into me, into little slippery me...while he felt out Kathy's boobs, and ran his hands over her body! Then he ordered, "Aunt Kathy, you kiss Chaz's tits, an' you make her cum. Do it, bitch!" Kathy, still tied, reached her head up, got a mouthful of my stiff-nippled boobettes, and started to tongue and suck. The hot fire shot around my boobettes, and washed into my belly, my thighs, my cunt. I felt Jim balancing himself by one hand on my hip, but with the other, squirrling down my back. He was moving inside Kathy, and she was moving too, and I could see her, and my tits were on fire, and... She jerked, groaned, and bucked under me, as she came, just by sucking on my titty. That made me cum, too. Jim kept on pushing, thrusting, and Kathy rolled her hips, and he pulled out of me, shove me down on her with his body, and shoved into her without even using his hands to hold his cock. Twenty thrusts, and she came again, screaming, and crying, and calling herself "slut" and "whore" and "bitch", and telling him to "come an' get it anytime". The he shoved back in me, and I came, and the he shoved himself back in Kathy, but missed, and we clamped down between us, and he came! in between the two of us, shooting his hot sperm all over the outside of our pussies, into the clefts. We ground our pussies together, around his softening cock, trying to press more and more of that milky stuff into our skin, into our fur. Kathy had to take Jim home with her, to send him back to his parents, the next day, but we all slept together that night. Just slept! Well, sort of. I think I felt some movements when I was half asleep, and I had a real sexy dream at night. But an innocent 'Little Miss Anything' can't be sure about such matters. Besides, Tye would be home, and, if he hadn't had any all week, well, I'd better be ready, hot, willing, slippery and slutty. And he hadn't. And I was. What that black-haired bitch missed... And did he get everything he wanted, from his 'Little Miss Anything'? Does a manuscript have paper pages? Oh, do they ever! Lots and lots... To Be Continued... Little Miss Anything Ch. 14 After the time I watched the gang-bang at Kathy's, then came come and raped my lover-husband, I caught Tye looking at me a bit strangely. Maybe I knew, too. What had he unearthed? What had become of the little, demure, almost sexless, bitchy, possessive middle-aged lump I used to be? I know, too, that I still talked in my sleep about having other men--lots of men. Tye told me. He even tape recorded me a couple times, when I was really wound up, then played it back. My God, I was a fuckin' slut-whore in my dreams. I made that bastard erase the tapes, and then I made him burn them outside in the hibachi. While I watched...just to make sure. Then, sometimes, I caught Tye with a little smile on his lips, too. Now, I know this man (well, sort of...), and something was up. Especially when he took the phoney swingers ad he 'made' me write, and hung it up on the wall--framed--right where the marriage license had been. 'Cept he'd had it re- printed on his laser printer, in a BIG BOLD printer font (Helvetica, I think it was), so that it could be seen across the room. It took up four sheets of paper. It was the size of a framed oil painting, or a print. It made my ears burn, every time I saw it. An' I saw it a lot. Every time I used the bed, damn him. That fucking bastard, I'd show him. So I started to wear really slutty clothes, even in the house, alone. I took a video course in 'How to Strip For Your Man'. Practiced alot, 'till I got pretty good. Rewarded myself by imagining an audience, who'd climb up on the stage and fuck me on my knees--so I couldn't see them--the strippers spotlights still on me. Made sure I could get out of top, skirt or jeans or shorts, bra and panties, in over 15 slow, delicious minutes. I Got good enough that I could do a sensual job, starting from cupless bra and crotchless panties--everything showing from the start--and still take 8-10 slow minutes. The last 3-4 minutes were raunchy!!! Made sure that I answered the door in something that showed tit, right down to just barely above the nipple. Tried to get that nipple sticking out before I opened the door. Showed leg, a lot of leg. Even more than bastard Tye'd bargained for. Signed for packages delivered...by bending 'way over, and letting the delivery person (man or woman) get a good peek of bare butt globes--maybe framed by crotchless pantyhose--as I signed for the packages. Then let them stare down my top. An' was I dumb! Did I ever once figure out why so many mail-order packages were coming to the house? When almost none did, before I became little 'Miss Anything"? Why Tye always asked me to open the door and take delivery? Why Tye nearly always then rushed out to 'tip the delivery person for such fast service', and incidently say a few words to each one? Oh, I though I was so smart and sexy, yes I did! Dumb; dumb; dumb! [Did ya' really wanna see, wanna figure it out?] [Uh...] - - - - - - - It was getting on toward early autumn, the nights weren't so hot outside. When there wasn't a moon in the sky, it was, as they say, blacker than the inside of a cow. Tye'd started having me stay inside, with the big picture window to the back yard open. He'd go outside. Then I'd do a long, slow strip-and-pose for him, strutting inside the house, with the lights arranged so I couldn't see him. Just me, an' my perverted little imagination, in my perverted little clothes. Sometimes I'd do myself a little with the crystal dildo, leaning back against the table, sliding it in an' out, getting myself worked up. Then he'd come in, take my arm firmly, march me into the bedroom, 'shove me' down onto the bed, an' tie my arms over my head with one of my scarves. He got good at it...and fast! He put one loop of the scarf over the center post of the bedframe, so I was 'tied' there, arms stretched out, body bare--or pretty much bare, anyway. I never pulled the safety loops...knowing that I could, at any time. Oh, my, whenever that happened, did his cock get HUGE. Then he'd play with me, working me up, sucking on my clit and tits until I had three really sensitive things sticking up «" (two nipples and a love button clit). I'd 'have to' suck on his ENORMOUS cock, sometimes to completion, an' have his jism drooling out of my mouth. Or then he'd FUCK ME, slow and steady, while I came and came and orgasmed and came. He'd always untie me before we fell asleep. Sometimes he did me that way in the afternoons, and I knew that Kathy watched the action from the doorway. Because I saw her standing there, hand down her pants, masturbating like a madwoman, breasts heaving. Bare breasts, with the T-shirt pushed up. Once, Tye 'forced' me into bed, tied me down, and took a lot of time getting me so hot I stuttered. I couldn't masturbate with my hands over my head. I was literally drooling for it. Then Kathy came over, pulled off all her clothes (even the bra) and hoisted her butt up onto my low chest of drawers. Then Tye fucked Kathy, right where I could see both of them. Tye humped and pumped her, and she spread her legs so wide for him! He turned to me, smiled wickedly, and let me see his BIG cock, sliding in and out of my best friend. I was heaving around, rubbing my thighs together, sobbing out dirty talk, begging him to have me. A few times, he pulled smoothly out of Kathy, quickly moved over to me, put his PENIS into me, pumped a little while...and then pulled out, and shoved it back into Kathy's drooling hole. When she came--and each time they were loud and long and squishy--I could have killed her for that COCK. Then he finally came over to me, jammed it inside me, and REAMED ME OUT, but good. Since he'd been in Kathy, he was sensitive but not quite ready to come, and he had me HARD and LONG and FIRM and OOZING and, then SHOOTING so much semen I thought I'd drown in it. I couldn't see it, though, because Kathy's boobs were in my mouth, alternated with her dripping, drooling pussy. Oh, I LOVED IT when he tied me to the bed, DOMINATED ME, FORCED ME to have HELPLESS DEPENDENT SEX, and then FUCKED ME into the MINDLESS LITTLE SLUT bitch-kitty I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE, for him alone. [Alone? You think?...] I really wanted to do ANYTHING to get his [a?] cock into me, Hard, jammin', flesh-slappin', even hurting me a little, shooting, spurting. A MAN, husband (partner?) TAKING ME, whether or not I wanted it...'cept that I ALWAYS WANTED IT! As much as there was to give, as long as there was a desire to take it! How much I wanted it, I didn't know until THAT night... - - - - - - - Kathy was over that night, early. For some reason, I don't remember now, Tye'd not had me that day, or the night before. [Was I horny?] [Do tigers have stripes?] Kathy and I'd decided (I think it was our idea, but...) that some dress-up was in order to get the old guy back on the 3 times a day track. So she had on red skin-tight pants, a bare midriff, and a transparent top, with a red cupless bra under it. Her hair was up, but pulling out two wooden pins would bring it down. Me? Lil' ol' Miss Anythin'? Oh, jus' a black leather mini- skirt, with a slit up its side to the hip, an' crotchless black sheer pantyhose, an' heels (not too high, but ooohhh, that hip swing!), an' a black, red-trimmed cupless merry-widow, with rip- away boob supports, an' a black sheer teddy nightgown top, over that. Jus' a little nothin' I happened to throw on. We were giving Tye some T & A & leg to look at, and wondering when he'd make his move. This time, Kathy'd be the one moaning and drooling for cock, while I had my fill. We had a couple of glasses of wine, and we were all pretty relaxed. Then Tye said, "I think I'll just go outside for a while. Chaz, why don't you think of something to do, to give a show to the folks outside. Maybe Kathy'd like to join you." As he left, he gave a wink. I was sure it was for me, right then, but now that I look back on it... But this was my show. I put on my slow, sexy music, the stuff with the slow, pronounced beat. "I'm gonna get that fucker so hard he'll rip off the front of his pants getting it out." I strutted. I posed. i bent, twisted, showed off the skirt slit, flashed by butt, bounced my boobs under the nightgown top. The lights were arranged so that I couldn't see out. It was dark out there, where Tye was watching. There could have been a dozen men out there, drooling, waiting for me to 'take it off', waiting to mob me, take me, do me good and hard. ('Course, I knew there weren't, but...). I'd planned this exhibition out already. He (the imaginary 'they') were gonna see all I had, but the merry-widow and the panty hose were gonna stay on. I took my time, some-times hiding behind Kathy, kind of loosening her stuff, or pulling it down (or up), as I moved around her. A few times doing that, and she looked even barer than if she were bare-ass naked. The last 3-4 minutes were raunchy, just as I'd planned them. I spread my cheeks, fingered my butt-hole, spread my twat lips and pulled girl-goo out of them, spreading finger-full of that stuff on my thighs...and on Kathy's belly, where it gleamed in the light. I did myself with the crystal dildo a few slow, caressing strokes, then pressed it between Kathy's boobs, working it up an' down, like a cock titty-fucking a set of hooters (which, incidently, she had). [If a woman was set up for titty-fuckin', it was Kathy. Between those generous globes and that erect clit... Wow!!!] Tye came storming in, an' grabbed both of us by our arms. He 'ordered' us down the hall, and into the bedroom. The bed had been stripped of all the top covers (!?!), and there were two silk scarves on the bed, and a couple more on the bureaus. Kathy was 'ordered' to lie down first, and I tied her wrists up, one loop around a bed post (hope she knew about the secret knots). Then Tye 'pushed' me down on the bed, and tied me up too, next to her! That was a first! "I hope he thinks he's strong enough, cause the combination of the two of us was enough for any dozen men," I thought. Then he folded another scarf, and tied it around my eyes. I couldn't see. [I'm blind. Can't see. Panic. Pull the knots, get out.] [Not yet, feels kinda scary good sexy uhhhmmmm...] I struggled a bit, tossing around, rubbing my thighs together, getting horny(-er) in spite of my panic. [Feels real scary. What if he does... Makes me do...] [So, what if he does. Mmmmmmmm...] I felt Kathy beside me, moving around, too. It sounded Like she was being kissed, hard and sloppy. "That bastard, I'll get him later, for starting with her, first," I decided, wickedly. Then I felt a hand, lightly caressing my right breast, moving over the nipple...which popped erect to its full height. So did the other nipple. The hand moved around my breast, and then back to cup the flesh gently, firmly, moving the breast mound around. [Mmmmmmmm, I like that.] Then a second hand crept over my other boob, and started to massage it. There was a different feel to the motion, to the gripping, to the nipple pulling. Mmmmmmm... Nicemmmmmm... Then a face (I felt a face) pressed between my thighs, and settled into my twat, licking at the lips, the slit, my...mmmm. My clitoris space. A really delicate licking mmmmm, finding the clit, mmmmmmmm, working on it, feeling it get erect, stand up, licking and sucking on it mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...mmm... The hands kept working on my tits, making forays down around my belly. I heard Kathy start to slurp, next to me, and the bed moved, as more weight settled onto it. "I know that sound," I thought mmmmmmmmmm, "she's sucking on a cock." Then the bed shifted again, some, and I heard-felt it as she was entered. The oral- slurping, love-twat sucking in-an'-out sounds joined each other as she started moaning in rhythm to the thrusts. MMMMMmmmmmmmm. I felt the hands on my breasts, belly, flanks, shoulders. [How many?] The licking and sucking on my slit-clit got faster. mmmmm. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM CUM CUM Orgasm right now! I heaved and gasped, hearing Kathy beside me get her rhythm up, faster. Her lover- fucker was breathing hard. The hands on my boobs...the face, the tongue on my clit... [How many hands?] MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm m m m. [How can he lick me and fuck Kathy, too?] MMMMM C u mmmmm. The licking stopped, and I gasped as I was touched down there by a cock-head, slipping in. [Penetrating. Invading. Inside. Panic. Don't.] Sliding down all the way inside me. Pausing, pulling out part way, back in, out, in, out in out inoutinout... Hands on my boobs. MMMMMMmmmmmm. Fucking mememememmm. OH, GOD, I'M IN A GANG-BANG! [Inoutinoutinout. MMMMmmmmmmmmmmm Orgasm! mmmmm...] I felt Kathy screaming and heaving next to me, gasping out her orgasm. [Blind. Can't see. Panic. Being blind fucked by men.] MMMMmmmmmmmm. "Fuck me, fuck mememememe.....mmmmmmmm. [Where's Tye?] I felt my fucker stiffen, and jerk, as he came. I felt his spurt of semen flood my inside. My hot, wanting cunt! To Be Continued...