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The Next Step

By: Ben_So_Naughty



The room was cool and glowed with candlelight. "There," he said quietly, "all tied now." He walked back to the foot of their bed, running his finger over the arch of her foot. He loved looking at her.

Picking up the blindfold, he walked back to the head of the bed smiling. His devilish eyes were the last thing she saw, before her vision went black. 

"Baby, you look so sexy," he said, as he gently pinched her hard nipples.

"I feel sexy," she giggled.

"Are you comfortable being tied like that?"

She smiles, answering, "It's pretty comfortable." "But I hope all my blood doesn't race to my head," she laughed. "My legs are tied awfully high."

"I had to tie them that way," he said, quickly adding, "to get those pillows under your ass."

"We don't need these pillows to fuck baby," she said as she moved her ass up and down in a sensuous grind.

"Tonight, we need them," he said whispering into her ear. His tongue wet the skin inside her ear, his breath teasing the wetness. "Tonight is a big night for you."

She was already turned on, before he had tied her. He had told her this was going to be a special night but she never dreamed he would go to this much trouble. After all, it hadn't been that long since the kids had been away from home all night.

His tongue moved inside her navel. Then it moved in circles on her stomach. He continued to pinch her nipples...first one then the other.

"You've shared your submissive side with me," he said, watching her body respond to his teasing touch. The combination of the cool air and his constant teasing had her nipples rock hard.

"But you know I've always wanted to see you be a naughty girl," he said pausing, "and tonight you are going to be." "In fact, we already have company, he said quickly adding, "their in the other room...waiting."

Her breathing was hard and fast, as she listened closely. She knew he wanted to see her with other men. They had shared so much and tonight she knew they would share even more.

"In a minute, a man will come in and join you," he said as his fingers parted her pussy lips. "Enjoy yourself, baby!" Then he was gone.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She wondered how many men were there, after all, he had said them! And who were they? People she knew? Had he found them online? Her thoughts were interrupted, when the bedroom door opened again.

She felt something warm and wet covering her toes, then a lick across the arch of her left foot. The bed moved with the added weight. Her mouth felt dry. Who was this?

Fingernails teased the back of her thighs, as they moved up and down her legs. She felt a big cock pressing against her pussy. The huge cock head rubbed up and down her wet pussy lips, parting them slightly.

It was a few moments, before she realized it was her moaning, "yes...."

The big cock moved inside her pussy, teasing the itch inside her. She pushed her body up, taking his big cock deeper inside her silky hole. The man held her hips, keeping her still. But he continued teasing her pussy with his long cock. 

He slowly slid inside her. His cock was deep but not as deep as she wanted. Almost where she wanted it, then he stopped, making her beg, "more please."

He sucked her hard nipples, pushing his cock deeper inside. His body moved with hers as he began to fuck this sexy wife as hard as he could. His cock was long and thick. She wondered if the man was black, knowing her husband had always wanted to see her with a black man.

‘Black, white, whatever, he could fuck, she thought.’ His cock seemed to roll inside her, as their bodies began to move against each other. She felt his hands pulling her body up, holding her so close as their combined grinding teased her hardened clit.

She was alive with desire at the thought of her in this situation. So, naughty, she thought, so damn hot! Then she felt more hands on her tits. She jumped knowing they weren’t alone. Then her body shivered at the thought of her being with so many…and all at the same time!

She moaned loudly, she knew he was there! He rubbed his hard cock as he watched her. Her body could not deny the passion she felt. She had never done anything like this but they had shared this fantasy...and now he was watching. She didn't know how many men there were, she felt hands everywhere. Fingers were rubbing her clit, as the big cock filled her pussy. Mouths covered both of her nipples, biting them flat. She threw her ass up in the air begging, "fuck me, harder!" 

The big man held her ass in his hands fucking her deep and hard. His cock was a blur moving in and out. Looking down he watched her pussy lips clinging to his big cock. 

She felt his cock swelling inside her now. His orgasm was so close and she could tell. "fuck me," she begged, "please cum inside me now!" The long thick cock began to spurt deep inside her. Her body shook as the hot cum coated the walls of her pussy.

The man held her until she finished her climax. He climbed off the bed but she could feel someone else moving in between her legs. 'This was so slutty,' she thought moaning loudly.

The new cock entered her easily. She blushed as she thought of him seeing her this way. Her body gave her away, she could never deny loving this. The thoughts were turning her on as much as the men.

He smiled from the corner of the room. The men were all hard and wanting their turn with his wife. 

He motioned for two men to put their cocks near her sexy mouth. She felt a cock move against her mouth, then another, plus a fresh one sliding inside her cum filled pussy.

She was so hot now, she couldn't believe it. He was watching…she knew it! Watching his wife, letting go like this. He rubbed his cock as he watched her. Her body told him all he needed to know. He knew she would want more of this in the future. His cock throbbed at the thought of it.

He watched her licking at the two cocks near her mouth, while another filled her pussy. The men teased her body from head to toe the whole time. She wondered if her husband had joined, but at this point...she couldn't tell.

Someone finally untied her legs and lowered them to the bed. But her arms remained tied to the headboard. She felt their hands all over her, rubbing every inch of her body. Then she felt something wet, then again...they were all cumming on her!

She felt the hot wet cum splatter off her body. Her nipples were covered and she knew he was watching. Soon his mouth is at her ear. "You are so beautiful, baby," he said. Then she heard the digital camera click.

He climbed between his wife's sexy legs. His fingers parted her swollen pussy lips. The camera clicked away catching the sexy cum dripping out of her. Cum puddled in her navel and her nipples were covered.

She hears his voice, "the men like you, baby." "Did you like making all that cum?" "You sure did make a lot of cocks hard!"

"We aren't finished, baby," he said. "In fact, the night is still young!" Her body was sore but she was still on fire. She wanted more now. She didn't know what she wanted exactly but she knew she wanted more.

She felt her hands being untied, then a towel wiping away the cum on her body. Cuffs were put on her wrists, then her ankles. Then she was helped to stand, someone helping her slide on the slut heels. A whisper of cloth covered her nude body, as she was lead from the room.

She knew from the layout of the house, that she was being lead into the living room. They weren't alone she could feel the presence of others.

She walked carefully in the 5" heels. The heels accented the muscles in her legs and the white shear material did nothing to conceal her body. Someone took her wrist then pulled her down across his lap.

Her husband spoke softly to her, as he pulled the material up and over her sexy ass. His hands caressed her as he tenderly rubbed her ass. But she knew what was coming.

"You've been so naughty tonight, haven't you he asked?"

"Yes," she quickly answered.

"Now you must be punished," he continued.

"I want to spank your ass for these men," he said louder.

"Sit on your heels, baby," he said. "Then lean forward against my legs."

She sat on her feet but he pulled her up a bit. Leaning her forward against his leg, he said, "watch it leak out of my wife's pussy." SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!

She lightly moaned, as she felt the sting and the heat spread across her ass...cum dripping from her body.

"Tonight was The Next Step, baby," he said as his hand slapped her squirming ass.

"You loved all the cock, didn't you baby," he asked?

"Being such a naughty slutty wife, in front of these men," he continued. His hand seemed to hit the exact same spot everytime she thought as the heat rushed through her body.

"Yes," she moaned.

"We are going to use you for the rest of the night," he said. "But I think you are ready to go forward without the blindfold."

She felt cum dripping down the soles of her feet. As she wiggled back and forth she felt it moving between her toes.

When he untied the blindfold, it took a few moments for her eyes to adjust. She glanced down noticing how sheer the material was. Knowing she might as well be nude.

"Are you ready to stand up and meet your new friends?" 

She nodded her head and whispered, "I think so."

She turned on her knees slowly to face the men.

Her knee felt damp and she glanced down, shivering at the sight of all that cum.

Her eyes were on the floor, as she turned. The room was full of legs, white, black and tanned. Moving her eyes upward, she noticed all of them were nude.

One of the men stepped forward, taking her hand. "Hi, baby," he said smiling down at her. "You were so sexy tonight," he said as his black hand brushed back her hair.

Her husband stood and walked to the other side of the room. He watched her holding the big, black man. 'His black hands stood out so clearly against his wife's body,' he thought smiling.

She looked back at him smiling at him. He looked so proud of her and her taking this step. She glanced down to see his cock swelling at the sight of her being held by this black man.

The long black cock was pressed against her body, as her hands slipped around to caress his black ass. She glanced at hubby with a wicked look on her face.

The man was very tall! She didn't have to kneel down far...before her mouth was full of cock. The taste of her still coated his long cock.

As she licked and sucked on the thick cock, she would glance at hubby giving him her sluttiest look. The look seemed to say, "so, this is what you want, baby..." Then she would rub her lips up and down the length of the big black cock.

Hubby's cock was throbbing watching her act this way. "You're a big one," she said standing up and rubbing her body against this big black stranger. She stood on her toes, pulling his face down to hers. Right before she kissed him, she saw hubby stroking his cock.

She glanced down, walking over to wear her heels were. Slipping them on, she walked toward her husband. She swung her ass from side to side…feeling the men’s eyes on her. "You like me in these slut heels, don't you baby," she asked?

She took his cock in her hand, stroking it back and forth. "Was I naughty enough, baby?" She kissed his lips, while see continued caressing his cock.

Her tongue slowing circled the tip then she drew his cock slowly into her mouth. She felt his hands tighten in her hair as she smiled feeling many eyes on her.

She looked up his body, sucking and smiling. "Baby, would you like to watch that big black cock fuck your wife again?" "I think I'd like it," she teased him. "I think you'd like it too, baby," she said, wrapping her mouth tightly around his cock.

She stood up slowly, still fucking his cock with her mouth. She felt the black mans hands on her hips, guiding his cock to her wet pussy. A gasp escaped her lips, as she feels him plunge deep into her.

Her husband watched the black cock move in and out of his wife's pussy. Her pussy lips caressed that black tube deep inside her. He had waited so long to see this and he was not disappointed.

She was so hot now! She loved him being so turned on at her naughtiness. She looked up at him, backing off his cock. "Look baby," she panted, "watch that black cock fuck your wife!" She started to suck again, her hands rubbing his balls coaxing his cum from deep within him.

"Cum baby," she begged backing away again. "Cum in my mouth, baby," she said, "while he cums in my pussy."

He can't hold back anymore...not with her teasing. She wraps her mouth tighter around his cock, her hands resting on his hips. She bounced her mouth up and down pulling his cock deeper inside her warm mouth.

He was so close and she knew it. But she couldn't resist. She pulled back and looked up at her husband. "Can we do this all the time now baby?" He grabbed her head and buried his cock in her throat...filling her mouth with cum.

"Fuck me with that big black cock," she said removing her cum filled mouth from his cock. "Fill me up," she moaned. Her husband watched her begging to be filled with all that black cock cum and continued to stroke his cock.

"Baby," she panted as her orgasm approached, "I'm a naughty girl, huh?" she teased him.

The Next Step



A new beginning:

Last night my wife and I were home alone for the first time in awhile, our kids were spending the night at their grandparents, so Jodi and I had the night to ourselves. We decided to go out to dinner, something we do not get to do often anymore, but we went is still tonight. Jodi dressed in a very sexy, low cut black dress, with 4 inch heels. She was still shorter than I, but not by much. She looked so great all with makeup on and her perky breasts showing just enough cleavage to turn any red blooded males head. We had a wonderful steak dinner and headed home about two hours later.

When we got home, Jodi told me to go open another bottle of wine while she got into something more comfortable. By the way she said "more comfortable" I knew we where going to have a wonderful night. I poured the wine, kicked off my shoes and waited in the living room for her to come down. After a while she called down from our bedroom to bring the wine upstairs, I almost feel down running up the stairs with the two glasses and bottle of red wine. As I entered the room she had light several candles around the room and was laying on top of the bed. She was dressed in a red teddy, which guaranteed she would not be wearing it very long. I handed her a glass and set the bottle and my glass on the bedside table, gentle bending down to give her a quick kiss on the lips. 

"Take off all yours clothes" Jodi said in a whispered that made my cock spring to life. As I stripped down, never taking my eyes off her. The candle light danced in her eyes, and her red lipstick passively glowed as she sipped her wine. I slowly climbed into bed, but naked and laid down next to her. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was as kiddy as a teenage about to have his first sexual experience. 

We started to kiss and snuggle, my hand were all over her breasts and it was not long before she was naked also, we where just starting to get hot and heavy, my fingers stroking her soaked pussy and my tongue playing with her erect nipples when her hand moved down toward my balls. We had been playing around with some little ball torture, mostly squeezing and light slapping, but I wanted much more. I don't know when it started by my need to have my balls abused had been increasing over the years. At this point I was hurting my balls more and more when I masturbated, but Jodi usually only gave me a couple of squeezes, and maybe a little more when we played our ‘special game'. "You want me to work you over?" she whispered again.

"Oh yes, Jodi, Please." I almost begged,

"Lie down on your back, John and spread your legs" I did as instructed as quickly as I could. She giggled at my excitement, as she snuggles next to me and lowered her right hand to my awaiting nuts. Slow pressure at first, building and building. Oh it felt so damn good to have my nut slowly being crushed by her lovely hand. "Harder John?"

"Please, harder!" I whispered urgently back. We had gotten used to whispering while having sex with the two kids in the house. "No need to whisper, the kids aren't home. Tell me what you want. Anything you need tonight." 

"Really?" I asked. In fourteen years of marriage these words have never come out of her mouth while in bed. I looked at her, deep in her eyes, god I love her so much. "I will be right back" I said and jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I was right, she had used her large heavy hair brush before she called me to the bedroom and there it sat sitting on the counter. I had been wondering if I would ever get her to use this implement of beauty on my nuts. I had used it from time to time on myself, but felt that I was not hitting myself hard enough. I need to feel the sting of what this could do to me. I had read several stories, while in hotel rooms, of women beating their men in the balls with hair brushes and wanted desperately to try.

I walked back into the room, she was pouring herself another glass of wine. She had drunk quit a bit at dinner and was a little drunk. I drove so I did not have much. I need a drink to get up the nerve to ask her this. I held the brush behind my back, and drank my wine in one long gulp. I climb back in bed, and pulled the hair brush out from behind me and showed it to her without speaking a word.

She looked at the brush, at me, a question forming on her red glossy lips. "You want to brush my hair?" She asked

"No, I want you to hit me in the balls with your brush." I told her, holding my breath waiting for her to respond. She reached out and took the brush, turning it to and fro, looking back at me a smile slowly dancing across her lips. "Ok"

I almost blow my load right then and there. My nasty little fantasy was about to come true. I laid back down on the bed, and spread my legs. "What should I do." She asked. A little excitement in her voice. Oh god this is really going to happen I thought, God I am a lucky man.

"With your left hand pull my balls down in my sack as far as you can." I instructed her.

"Like this." Her left hand slide down my very erect cock and clamped down at the base of my scrotom. She pulled my nuts down and away, so my balls were pressed together at the end of her fist.

"Oh, yeah, so good" I groaned. "Know use the brush to hit my balls." I told her almost holding my breath.

"How many times, and how hard." Jodi asked her eyes glued to my nuts. Her hand was moving around while she held me tight. Cause little jolts of pain, so good, pre-cum was starting to drip out of my cock. "You are really excited, I don't think your cock has ever been this big." She said rubbing the brush up and down my shaft.

Now I swear to God, I intended to say just once and not to hard, but I heard my voice say "Five times, each time harder then the first" some ghost said that sounded just like my voice.

"Ok, I will because I love you John." Jodi said and gave me a quick little kiss before moving her body a little, and pulling my balls a little more.

Without warning the hit smashed into my nuts with such force a little cry came out of my throat. I would have screamed louder by there was no air in my lungs. My legs closed by the force, but she had my balls held tight, and above my legs. The second hit came down, harder, just like I asked. White dots stared to float about my closed eyes, the pain was sharp, stomach wrenching, nauseating, and the most wonderful thing that I have ever felt. The third shot was preceded by a loud swooshing sound of the hair brush swooping down from an alarming height. I started to struggle, the pain was much more then I had even dreamt of and my body was moving and thrashing around. Somehow Jodi's grip slipped and my balls fell from her hand.

"Sit still damn it, I have two more to go. Remember you asked for this and I will not go back on my word." Jodi shriek, a lot of excitement in her voice. Through the pain, my brain hardly working any more, a sudden though came to me. She is enjoying this, oh God, she likes doing this. Up to now, as I said before, normally it was a couple quick squeezes and a few slaps, like she was only doing my nuts harm because I really wanted her to, not because she wanted to. Her hand grabbed by nut sack again, stronger this time. Wham, "four" she yelled, a laugh in her voice. She was really getting into it now. My balls hurt, I mean really hurt. I could not breathe, I could not think, my nuts hurt so badly. I could feel tears rolling down my face, no sound could I make through the pain. "Look at me John!"

Slowly my tear filled eyes opened, even the light from candles was painful. "Look at me while I give you the last hit" Looking her in the eyes, her smile huge, and her hand is raising the brush slowly in the air. Her arm stretched all the way out, her nipples I noticed fully erect, she was excited. "I love you" She said and as the word you came out of her mouth, her face changed. A grimace, a snare, and an animalist growl came from her mouth as the brush came slamming down hard, sharp and straight into my swollen balls.

"AAAAAHHHHHH" I screamed. She must have let go of my balls because I was rolling around on the bed. Tears streaming down my eyes, then black. I am not sure how long I was out for, but when I was able to open my eyes again Jodi was sitting up in bed drinking more wine and slowly stroking her pussy.

"Oh god that was so much fun. I had an orgasm on that last hit. So did you by the way." Jodi smirked. Looking down I could see my cum all over my stomach from what must have been the biggest load of cum I ever shot. Slowly I looked down at my smashed balls, expecting to see nothing but flattened nuts, but not so bad. Swollen and very red, I would live to be busted again.

She put the wine back on the table, and reached out to slowly massage my balls again. "Oh Jodi, please no more not tonight." I whispered.

"Be quit now baby, I only did what you asked; now I have a request of my own. I want to you eat my pussy until I have another orgasm. You owe me that much." 

"Ok." I started to move down between her legs but she grabbed a hold of nuts again in her tiger grip which stopped me in my tacks. Eyes shoot and teeth grinding together I could barely hear her voice.

"No, I that special way you lick my pussy. I want to control your tongue." Jodi said.

"No, not tonight, my balls hurt already." I begged her.

"Now John, I did what you wanted, your turn." She squeezed harder.

"Ok, honey, the special way" I had taught her this game, hoping she would get into squeezing my balls more. What I would do would get on knees, with my head toward her pussy, and lick her out. She would be laying on her back, with her legs spread wide, so that my chin was closest to her clit. So we are almost in a 69 position, expect my knees are to one side of her head, with my legs spread. She would then reach up with hand and grab onto my nuts. When she squeezed I would lick her clit, when she stopped, I would lick her pussy lips.

I started to slide my tongue up and down her pussy, slipping my tongue into her, and all around. I felt her hand move, and felt her fist wrap around my sore swollen balls. A small squeeze and I attacked her clit with as much force as I could muster. No sooner did the pressure start, and she stopped, "Slow down, I don't want to cum quick. You don't want me to stop squeezing your balls do you?" Jodi asked.

"No dear, anything you want." I sputtered, and got back to moving my tongue in and out of her wet pussy hole. For about twenty minutes, she would squeeze me hard for 30 seconds and let go, then she said the words that thrilled me and scared me. "OK honeys, it time to make me cum, are you ready"

For answer I simply flicked her clit with my tongue, and her hands shifted. Using both hands she took one tactical in each hand and using her thumb and forefinger beginning to exert pressure. I licked, sucked, and did everything I could to get her off, because she would continue to apply more and more pressure onto my destroyed balls until she had completed her orgasm. Harder and harder she squeezed, rolling my poor balls back and forth, and digging her nails into each ball. She was building up to an orgasm, ignoring the shearing pain in my nuts, the sickening feeling in my stomach, and the blood pounding in my ears, I licked hard on her clit, hoping she would climax before I passed out from pain and exhaustion. 

Finally, she begins to shake and scream, the pressure lessened dramatically, as it often did when she was in the beginning of her orgasm. I, of course, stayed between her beautiful legs, licking and sucking her juices as they spilled out of her shaved, pink, cunt. As her orgasm began to subside, she gave me one last hard squeeze and pull on my nuts to let me know that I should now stop tonguing her pussy, she gets very sensitive immediately after cumming. Slowly I moved on the bed so that I was again lying next to her, looking at her glowing face, as she relaxed in the after math of her powerful orgasm. It made me so happy to she her laying there, breasts heaving up and down, a smile on her face, eyes closed and sampling enjoying be there. Slowly she turned her head towards me, "Is that what you have been meaning about me busting your balls?" She whispered at me with a smile in her eyes.

"Oh God, yes that was so wonderful, it was everything that I hoped for." I replied stroking her face and hair, smiling down at her. "But we never even fucked." she said closing her eyes, enjoying the pampering I was giving her and planting sweet kisses on her forehead. 

"Maybe later, let's get some rest now" I said.

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A couple of weeks later, I found my self laying naked to my wife, again with the kids at grandma's when Jodi sat up in bed, looking me in the eyes with her pretty little smile and said.

"Go get the hair brush"



The Next Step



The story is set in the south of France. Part I has already been published on this site as "Vineyard Adventures".

My father and I were turning bottles of wine in their racks in the vineyard's cellar. He said to me, "I'm glad Martine is becoming more at ease around you, Pierre." 

I glanced at him, wondering if there was any hidden meaning in his statement, but there did not seem to be. I felt guiltier than ever - my father and mother had been treating Martine like an adopted daughter and, unbeknown to them, I had been letting her come to my bed. 

"She's still rather shy in many ways," I said.

"That's understandable after all she went through before she came to us."

I, on the other hand, had been thinking about her apparent lack of expertise in giving a hand-job, and asked, "Does she ... has she had a boyfriend since she came to live here?"

"Not that we know of, Pierre. She is shy around males in general, not just you."

'But bold enough to touch me intimately', I thought, and then enquired, "Do you think she could have a normal relationship with a man one day?"

"Time heals," my father said. Then, unexpectedly, "Why do you ask?"

I tried not to blush. "I just think it would be such a tragedy if what happened to her spoilt her whole life."

"You're growing fond of her, then, Pierre?"

"I simply wish her well for her future," I evaded.

Un-fooled, my father said, "Treat her properly, won't you." It was not just a statement of expectation of my behaviour but the giving of his blessing to whatever might be going on between Martine and myself.

"I will," I said, and felt weighed down by responsibility.

What with Martine having abandoned my bed before I woke that morning, I was half expecting she would not come to my room again. Around midnight, however, while I was lying awake and wanting to hold her naked in my arms again, she tiptoed in.

When conscience made me turn on the bedside lamp rather than let her sneak into the bed, as on previous nights, she looked like a startled fawn in sudden brightness,her dark eyes showing her alarm at my unexpected action.

"Come and sit beside me," I said, as if encouraging a dear friend and speaking softly in our native tongue. She did as invited, staring at me shyly, uncertain of what it was I wanted. The hem of her cotton nightie came to rest half way up her bare thighs as she sat and, when I noticed, I had to tear my eyes away.

"I want to talk to you," I said, sounding paternal but not feeling it, remembering the closeness we had already shared, though it had not gone as far as intercourse.

Fearful about what I might want, she asked, "Have you stopped loving me? Is that what you want to say?"

"Never!" I declared. "I love you like..." I could not find the words to describe it. A lot of how I felt about her was protective; she seemed so innocent, and yet not. I managed to add, so as not to disappoint her, "...I love you like my heart is bursting."

She gave me a shy, happy smile. "Then do we really need to talk?" Her hands moved to the hem of what I just knew would turn out to be her only garment, and started to lift it.

"Wait," I said, and she stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"Even though you're eighteen you're so much younger than I am."

"I don't mind that you're older."

I said firmly, "I don't want to take advantage of you, Martine."

"You aren't, Pierre." She gazed into my eyes.

I blurted then, because it had been playing on my mind all day, "How did you know about bringing a guy off?"

Her expression turned haunted, and vulnerable. I had seen it so often that way since I came home from New Caledonia.

She whispered, "Why do you ask?" 

"You seem so innocent, and yet you knew what to do."

Though I meant it as a compliment, her eyes filled with tears. I thought she was going to confess about having been molested by her uncle. Instead, she asked, "Would you love me any less if I wasn't really innocent?"

"Then you've had a boyfriend? Or did you learn about hand-jobs from other girls?" It seemed the only explanation. "I won't love you any less if you tell me."

I knew my guesses were wrong because tears trickled down her cheeks. She begged, "Don't make me tell, Pierre."

I felt guilty, but her reluctance made me want to know even more. I said unjustly, "If you love me, you'd tell me."

Obediently, as if she could not now refuse, she let her story start to tumble out, "I learnt ... it happened at the village school after I came to live with your parents..."

Suddenly, half of me no longer wanted to hear her admission.

"...I had a detention and was at the school late. There were no other teachers about when I went into the corridor afterwards. Some boys grabbed me and pushed me into their locker room..."

I felt appalled.

Martine's eyes stayed downcast, and her words kept coming, "They formed a circle around me and undid their flies. They made me look at their ... at their things while they stroked them until they became stiff..." Her voice caught in anguish, "I didn't think the boys at my school would do something like that... One stayed by the door to stop anyone else coming in and I was told to watch another boy jerk off in front of me..." Her voice quavered. "I didn't know what that meant then. He played with himself until fluid spat out of the end of his ... erection. It splattered on the tiled floor near my feet...

"Then I was told I had to do the same thing to each of the boys in turn – bring them off that is." Remembered indignation and outrage showed on her face. "There were six of them – all a year older than I was."

"Did you do it?"

"I had no choice." Her sad eyes lifted to mine for a moment then fell again. "The boys said ... they said they'd strip off my clothes if I didn't, and do things to me..."

"So you brought all six off that way," I concluded, trying to short-cut her account and lessen her ordeal from telling it.

"I did two boys – letting them come on the tiles like the other one..." Her voice dropped to an even more reluctant and softer whisper, "Then I was told to kneel down and open my mouth. A boy put the head of his ... the head of his cock..." She broke down.

Feeling rotten for having asked the question, I took her in my arms and let her sob. She drew away after a few moments, as if compelled to continue, "I was too petrified to call for help. It was like a nightmare, only I couldn't wake from it. The boy held my hair and told me I had to suck and lick him..."

My manhood began to harden under the sheet. "You don't have to tell me..."

Either she did not hear or thought I needed to know, carrying on, "He smelt horrible and I was almost sick. I felt disgusted by what they were making me do..." Her eyes briefly appealed to me. "When I wouldn't suck him or lick him he rubbed his cock back and forward on my tongue and then thrust it against the inside of my cheek. All the time he was stroking the long shaft... 

"I tasted his cum when it came out, and gagged. Two boys dragged me to a hand basin and I vomited in it..."

"Did the boys stop then?" It was as if I could end her ordeal if she only confirmed they had.

"No."

I took her hand in both mine and held it soothingly, my voice shaky when I asked, "What did they do after that?"

"My blouse was soiled and the two boys made me unbutton it – then they pulled it down my arms. They washed the sick off and hung the blouse on a rail to dry. I thought they were being considerate..."

Her tear-stained eyes met mine again for a brief moment. "The boys were all staring at me. 'Let's see her tits,' one of them said... They took off my bra so I was naked from the waist up. They forced me to kneel down again, and two of the boys jerked off onto me at the same time – squirting the fluid from their cocks over my bare nipples and breasts while the others watched..."

At this stage, not able to stop myself from wanting to hear how it ended, I said, "That left one boy."

"He was the worst..." Tears rolled down her cheeks again.

"What did he do?"

"He made me undress completely..." Emotion choked her "...Then I had to get down on all fours and lick the boys' stuff off the tiles while everyone was ridiculing me and staring at ... at my private parts..."

All too readily my mind visualized her humiliating display from the boys' point of view. I could imagine seeing her butt crack and pouting pubes, and could not stop my manhood elongating, nor prevent the shame I felt because it did.

Martine said, "The boys were all jeering and calling me dirty names..."

"Did they do anything else?" I was still holding her hand, squeezing it to try and show my sympathy.

She gave me a distraught look, and then her gaze fell to the floor again. "One of the boys got a latrine brush and inserted the wooden handle in my ... in my back passage. A boy quipped, 'Now the on-heat bitch has a proper tail'. 'All bushy like a poodle's,' another boy said..."

Martine continued brokenly, "They made me hold the handle inside with my sphincter and crawl around the floor in the circle they'd formed..." 

She opened her mouth to speak again, but I was unable to bear any more, and told her, "I've heard enough..."

"You wanted to know why I wasn't innocent," she accused.

"I don't any longer."

"Are you repulsed?"

"Not by you," I assured her quickly. "Just by the shameful way they abused you."

"They had only just started..." Her tears flowed afresh as she recalled it.

"Stop, please. I'd sooner you didn't have to remember it."

She let me take her into my arms. Her body shook with her sobbing.

"I love you," I said fervently.

"They said I was a dirty whore," she whimpered.

"You aren't! They should never have treated you that way."

Martine sniffed soulfully. "Your parents don't know about them doing it."

"You never reported the boys?" I was shocked.

She shook her head.

My erection had subsided with my disquiet. I felt as if I would never be able to touch her again for fear of seeming like the boys who had abused her. She looked past tears now, and I did not know what to say. She sat still for a moment then, unexpectedly, lifted to free the nightie from under her legs before pulling it off over her head. I saw her lovely nakedness totally exposed up close for the first time. 

She rose to her feet and pulled back the bed sheet. Once she was lying in my arms, she said, "I never wanted them to do any of the things they made me do, Pierre."

"I know," I said, with deepest pity for her.

She stared into my eyes. "I want you to help me forget them."

"How?"

"By loving me – letting me see what sex can be like when it's wanted."

I exclaimed, lost for words, "Darling Martine!"

She added earnestly, "I want to give myself to you completely, Pierre."

I stroked her cheek tenderly then ran my open hand down the gentle slope of her bare shoulder. Her skin was soft, her body warm to the touch.

"Are you sure?"

"With every fibre of my being!" She pressed against me, nude, with youthful passion. We were lying side by side, facing each other, and I felt her fingers take hold of my slowly re-swelling manhood. They positioned it in the gap between the tops of her legs and,when they closed, her pussy was wet where it touched my penis. At the same time, between us, her pubic bone pressed into mine, and her thighs gently squeezed the hardened cylinder of sensitive flesh she had placed so intimately against her vulva.

All I could think to do with my own hand was stroke the lean contours of her back then down over the twin mounds of her buttocks where the skin was silky-smooth. 

On impulse, breaking contact, I rolled her over me and onto her back on the other side of the bed. Then I tossed aside the sheet to admire her beautiful nakedness in the lamplight. She giggled happily. "Do you want to ravish me?"

"But no," I said. "I want to make love for the rest of the night to every wonderful curve of your gorgeous little body."

She giggled throatily, "I think I'd like that."

I rewarded her with caresses, touching everywhere except her breasts and genitals. Her breathing quickened each time she expected me to go to one or the other, but I teasingly skirted around, turning her on even more.

Her lips were full and soft whenever our mouths touched, and she returned my kisses. Her body strained towards my hand, begging to be stroked, either her young breasts or her pubic mound thrusting out.

I kissed a line down the centre of her chest to her belly, and then lower until my lips brushed the edge of her dark pubic hair.

"Three of the boys had sex with me," she said unexpectedly.

Barely listening, engrossed in foreplay, I licked her soft belly.

"They dragged me into a stall in the locker room and left the door open. One boy sat on the bowl with his trousers down. His erection stood up from his legs... The boy said he wanted to put it inside me 'through the hole that girls have'..."

I licked down her left thigh, skirting her pubic triangle.

"The boy asked if I knew where the hole was, so I showed him by pulling my labia open around it..."

I licked her other thigh, guessing she was trying to arouse me more with her resumed account of what happened. Her nipples were erect and she could not know how much I was aching to suck them into my mouth.

"So," I said, kissing just under her breasts, "by this stage you'd decided you wanted to be fucked."

"No! Everything they were making me do I found loathsome."

I lifted my eyes to meet hers, "Then why did you go along with what the boy wanted?"

"I didn't want to be raped."

I understood, but did not want to think about it. I stroked her inner thighs again, my nose filling with the genital scent from her loins. She shifted one leg further away from the other, wordlessly inviting me to touch her higher up. 

I could almost feel the heat radiating from her groin.

She had to be psyching herself up for intercourse with me, because she went on, "The boy told me to straddle his legs and put his cock in my hole. I did what I was told and sank down on him until his male organ was deep inside me..."

I edged my mouth closer to her genital cleft, so close that she must have been able to feel my breath on it. She held hers for a second, and then said, "I knew the other boys could see through the open doorway. It was horrible!"

I flicked out my tongue and touched the pinkness that showed where the dark hair parted. Martine groaned, and her body trembled. I reached up blindly until my fingertips found one of her brown nipples and squeezed its rubbery firmness. She moaned again, presumably from a strong rush of sexual pleasure.

Somehow she got out the words, "I started lifting up and down on his cock because I wanted to get it over with - to no longer have it inside me, and I pulled off as soon as I thought he was going to come. Fortunately he didn't mind letting it spurt outside me. He told his mates, 'The little cunt obviously doesn't want to get pregnant'."

I moved my mouth a centimetre closer to Martine's swollen labia and, at the place where easiest penetration could be achieved, let my tongue probe her slit. She gave a little gasp.

"I was told to stay in the stall," she recovered enough to say. "Unfortunately, another boy wanted to fuck me next..."

The tip of my tongue had by this time tasted Martine's inner juices. She opened herself to me, her thighs edging further apart.

"The boy made me bend over the bowl with my hands on the seat so that all the boys could see my genitalia. He even held me open ... like this ..."

She put her hands between her legs and parted her labia. Pink flesh glistened wetly, begging my tongue to explore. I lapped gently at her nectar, played with the rim of her receptive entrance, but stayed away from even more sensitive parts.

"That was how he fucked me," she said, breathless from my tonguing, "bent over. With his hands gripping my hips I couldn't stop him spurting inside me, though he did it shallowly. Afterwards, the other boys made me face them, straddling the toilet bowl, to watch cum leaking out of my pussy... They made me feel totally humiliated, like I was nothing more than a farm animal they were servicing like bulls..."

My tongue probed deeper. Martine thrust towards it with a whimper. I withdrew, denying her, and started licking and kissing the silky softness of her thighs just below her labia.

When she resumed her story I suppose she was expressing her need for me to know everything. "When my pussy seemed to be drained the third boy entered the stall..."

Not listening anymore, just adoring Martine, and wrapt over what I was about to do, I extended my tongue to touch her clit. She stopped talking. 

Her legs jerked taut as I probed, her thighs clenched, and she let out a long groan. 

"Darling!" I breathed. (No matter what the means, nothing is more beautiful than causing a woman or girl of legal-age to have an orgasm.)

Urgently pulling at my shoulders, she re-spread her legs. Words weren't necessary to tell me what she wanted. I moved up until her soft breasts touched my chest. I felt her hand grip my manhood and guide it. A wet softness resisted the tip then gave way to yielding flesh that slid around and slowly engulfed my organ. I was inside Martine! 

I marvelled at it. (What else can you do when someone you love lets you share the intimacy of genital penetration?) My love for Martine felt as deep as my desire to please her.

I became aware of her jerky breathing – of the need in it – and of the erotic scent of her juices mixed with the perfume she must have put on before she came to my room. I thrilled to how swollen and stiff my organ felt inside her, and was in awe over the way her vagina had moulded like a prophylactic to closely fit me. I indulged in the beautiful sensations of our flesh-to-flesh contact - as much as she seemed to be doing - and it was moments before anything else happened. 

I felt her groin pushing upwards and, though it seemed impossible, I slipped deeper into her. Our pubic mounds touched then squeezed together, leaving a sensation of shielded contact with the hard bones underneath. She ground against me to pleasure us both and, aroused even more, I could sense how her labia had wetly splayed away from her clit.

Emotion overwhelmed me. "I love you," I said breathlessly, feeling it in every fevered nerve ending.

"I adore you!" 

The words were hardly out of her mouth before she was whispering with urgent need, "Fuck me ... ple-ee-se! I want you!"

Few heterosexual men can resist a woman so much in sexual need – and I obliged her.

Somehow, without releasing me from her love-tunnel, she ended up on top. From that new position her hips could thrust with uninhibited vigour while my hands stroked her nubile contours, her clinging vagina dragging up my penis then sliding down again. It became so sensitive I felt like the shaft was about to burst. Instead, at its base, a dam breached and my body thrilled with the rush of semen into my swollen organ, and then thrilled thrice more at its jerking release, and my mind delighted in knowing I was pouring my seed into my beloved eighteen-year-old angel!

Whether she felt the gush of seminal fluid inside her or not I could not know, but her groans and gasps of orgasm blended with mine. If she reached the point of climax because I had reached mine, or was already at that point herself, was part of the mystery of our first coitus. 

All I knew was that the sweetest little vagina contracted rhythmically around me until we were both spent.

She fell against my chest, her firm breasts flattening, our bodies tenuously linked until I softened. Then her vagina inadvertently expelled my manhood, even though she tried to keep it in place.

I held her close in my arms, in my bed, never wanting her to leave it, and knew I could not depart France again without her.




The Next Step



"Martine..." I began...



The Next Step



V calls M and tells him to meet her in the parking lot of the [name omitted] shopping mall. As he drives to where she is parked, she gets into his car while he looks for a place to park. M still doesn't know how he should be feeling after their wild (to say the least) session in the motel not long ago.

V: Well, how are you? You haven't said much lately.

M: Feeling a bit strange. I mean, I never thought of myself as gay or bi, but with the way I got off when ...

V: Sweetie, everyone is bi. Most people tune it out, but a few of the more open minded ones allow themselves to enjoy it. But what you did wasn't bi or gay. As I recall, it was just you, and me, and some toys. Anyway, enough talk. Next to sex, shopping is my favorite activity so let's go. Oh, and by the way, as I recall, I came twice and you only came once, so I owe you one.

And this time of year [late January] things are nice and slow so we'll practically have the place to ourselves.

V leads them to a department store at one end of the mall and proceeds to the mens department. She spends only a couple of minutes looking for slacks, and then tells M he has to go to the fitting rooms to try them on. As he walks in, V follows. She walks right into the stall with him which surprises him a bit, but he knows better than to be too surprised at anything V does.

Once inside, M removes his leather jacket. He takes off his trousers and as he reaches for the new pair, V intercepts him. She undoes the buttons of his shirt and reaches inside. When she gets to his nipples, she fingers them with the balls of her index fingers. V kisses M deeply, searching for his tongue with hers.

V: I thought so. These little magic buttons just jump to attention for me, don't they.

M just smiled nervously. Hell, they were in a public place and he had his pants off. For all he knew, store security could be watching them right now.

V grabs M by the shoulders and turns him around. She bends him over, lifts his shirt tail, and then pulls his boxers halfway down his thighs.

V: Don't say anything. Just relax.

M feels V pulling his ass cheeks apart and then before he can figure out what's going on, he feels something cold against his anus. V begins pushing it and M's anus clenches involuntarily.

V: Oh no you don't. Don't clam up now. Relax. C'mon, you know how. 

And as she says that, he begins to release his tight anal muscles. V then presses her toy into M and he realizes that she is inserting her plug in his ass again.

M: Geez, not here!

V: Yes, here. Shut up. You'll love this. I haven't disappointed you yet, have I?

V works the plug all the way into M's ass. M wasn't as ready for it as he had been the last time out. V took her time relaxing his little ring last time but this time there are hardly any preliminaries.

After the plug is fully seated, V wipes away any excess lube.

V: OK lover, let's go.

Without waiting for M to pull up his pants, V exits the changing cubicle and begins to leave. M puts himself back together as quickly as he can and scurries after V.

When he catches up with her, he realizes that he's now walking around a major shopping mall with a butt plug firmly ensconced in his tight ass. V leads him around to a few stores, checking out different things that interest her. After a few minutes, she leads him into a Victoria's Secret store. M begins to worry knowing that V could do anything, and the more outrageous, the more appealing to her.

She grabs some sexy items and heads to the changing rooms. She makes M stand outside while she undresses and she makes sure he can see a little of what's going on inside. M can feel himself getting hard, and can feel the plug's presence in his ass.

After a while, V comes back out fully dressed. She leads him out into the mall hall areas again.

V: Well, lover, how does it feel? 

M: Well, it feels kind of full, but exciting. I don't know how long I can keep it in though. [In a hushed voice] and it's making me hard.

V: Good. Let's go.

V grabs M's jacket sleeve and directs him towards a mens shop at the far end of the mall. Once there she picks out some nice slacks and heads into the dressing area with him. As they go in together, an attendant gives her a quizzical look.

V: It's OK, he's my husband.

Once inside, V pulls M's jacket off, undoes his shirt buttons, undoes and pulls down his pants, and kneels down in front of him. She then pulls his boxers down and without any fanfare, sucks his cock into her mouth.

As M starts to protest, V reaches up and grabs M's nipples. 

M: Hole fucking shit! She's sucking me here in a dressing stall where we could be caught at anytime. Hell, they might even be watching us on camera right now. But God, this feels so fucking great!

V uses all of her talents to make M cum quickly. M has been turned on due to the plug's insistent presence in his ass that he cums a lot. When he's done, V stands up, gets up on her tippy-toes, puts her hands at the back of M's neck, and gives him a hot kiss. Once she has his lips locked to hers, she pushes her tongue inside his mouth with most of the cum from his ejaculation still in hers. Again, a salty bitter taste, but the fact that it's coming from her mouth, while he's standing there with his still hard cock between them makes it all so fucking hot.

V: There lover. Now we're even!



The Next Step



Matt sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the steel tube which encased his cock. He'd waited so long for this moment, but still he was tremendously nervous. As he looked down he caught sight of his face, reflected in the highly polished surface of the chastity device. Could he really go through with this? He steeled himself and pushed the small padlock through the locking holes and snapped it shut. His breathing was heavy as he dressed quickly, determined to get this part over with quickly before he backed out of it once again.

He walked down the stairs, the two small keys pressed firmly into his palm. About half way down the stairs he panicked. What was he doing? What was he thinking? What would she think? He paused on the stairs, his mind in turmoil as he debated whether to retreat back upstairs, but now it was too late, she was calling him.

"Matt!"

He froze like a deer in headlights, squeezing the keys tighter and tighter until they left an imprint in his palm.

"Matt!"

Matt slowly took the last few steps to the bottom of the stairs to see his gorgeous wife Suzanne standing there holding out a jar.

"Can you open this for me please?" 

Matt looked at her stupidly. They had been married for six years now, but he still found her absolutely stunning and couldn't believe he had been so lucky as to marry a woman like her.

"Oh, yes, of course."

He reached out to take the jar and then realised that he was still holding the keys to his chastity device. He quickly stuffed them into his pocket and opened the jar with relative ease. Suzanne kissed him on the cheek and took the jar back before returning to the kitchen. 

Matt watched her walk through the kitchen door and stood in the middle of the lounge feeling slightly foolish. He noticed he was trembling slightly, but worked up the courage to follow her into the kitchen.

He surveyed the worksurfaces and quickly realised that she was in the middle of cooking something.

"Are you busy?" he asked.

"Well yes, a little," she said.

"Oh, okay...it doesn't matter."

He turned to leave, but Suzanne sensed something was up and called him back.

"I know that look," she said mischievously. "What have you done?"

Matt couldn't help but smile to himself, he was prone to nervous laughter at the best of times.

"Umm, can I talk to you for a moment, in here?"

"Sure," she said, looking a little apprehensive as she followed him into the lounge.

"Sit down... please," said Matt.

Suzanne sat on the sofa and Matt sat down next to her.

"I....I have something to give you."

He fished in his pocket and retrieved the small key ring and two keys, he held them out to his wife saying "I....I would like you to have these."

Suzanne looked at the two small keys hanging from her husband's fingers. She instantly knew what they were for, but she was still more than a little surprised. She continued to stare at them as Matt twitched nervously next to her.

"Are they what I think they are?" she asked softly.

"Y...yes," he stammered.

She looked at him, a mixture of emotions bubbling over inside. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

He paused for a moment, concentrating his thoughts.

"Yes... I'm sure."

The silence hung heavily in the air as they looked at each other, Suzanne still not making any move for the keys.

"And you understand what this means?"

"Yes..."

Suzanne arched an eyebrow slightly and Matt hastily corrected himself.

"Yes, Mistress."

Suzanne reached out and held her upturned palm under the keys. Matt let go and the two keys clinked together as they fell into her hand.

"Thank you," she said and leaned over to kiss him.

As they broke they kiss, Suzanne said two words; "Show me."

Matt understood immediately and stood up. He undid his button and pushed his trousers and boxers down in one movement, revealing the highly polished metal chastity device that encased his cock. Suzanne gasped as she saw the curved tube for the first time. She had only seen plastic chastity devices before, cheap-looking horrible things, but this was quite different. She reached out and traced her finger along the length of the tube and then moved down to softly massage Matt's balls, causing his cock to swell inside the tube.

"Mmmmm," purred Suzanne. "Is it comfortable?"

"Yes... I've worn it on and off for a month... I wanted to make sure that it was okay before 

I gave you the keys."

"I see... what's the longest you've had it on?"

"About three days."

"And it was okay?"

"It chaffed a little, but a little cream sorted it."

Suzanne smiled and bent her head closer to her husband's groin. He felt her breath on his balls and then her tongue flicking against them, coating them with her saliva. Matt's cock was quickly as hard as it could get inside the tight tube and he was soon groaning as she sucked his balls into her mouth, knowing full well what she was doing to him.

Matt looked down and saw that Suzanne had hitched up her thin red summer dress and was rubbing her pussy as she tormented him. The sight of his beautiful wife giving herself pleasure at the very moment that he had surrendered his own to her was almost too much for him. Abruptly Suzanne let go of him and leaned back on the sofa, spreading her legs and exposing her soaking wet knickers to him. Matt was on his knees in seconds, while Suzanne lay back further and lifted herself up so that he could peel away the wet cotton.

Matt tossed the damp panties to one side and then moved closer, drinking in the sight of his wife's delicious pussy. He breathed deeply, inhaling her luscious scent and then bent closer, gently kissing the small patch of neatly trimmed hair above her slit.

Then, overcome with need he buried his face in her delicious pussy, expertly teasing her lips with his own, pulling on them gently while pressing his hand down softly on her mound. Suzanne was soon grinding her aching cunt against him, moving herself so that her clit was in line with her husband's mouth. Matt took the hint and gently started to use his tongue to stimulate the hood of her sensitive bud and then, almost before he had started, Suzanne's body spasmed wildly, taking him completely by surprise as she shuddered through a massive orgasm. Matt kept licking her, savouring every drop of her beautiful juice until Suzanne pushed his head away and begged him to stop. Matt looked up in total shock, he had never seen his wife cum so fast in his life! 

"Wow," breathed Suzanne, smiling down at him. "That was... amazing!"

Matt didn't know what to say, his eyes were irresistibly drawn back between her beautiful smooth legs to her gorgeous, wet, pussy and he couldn't resist leaning forward and gently mopping up her juices with his tongue, carefully avoiding her over-sensitive clit. Matt adored the taste of his wife's pussy and Suzanne was used to having him clean up her juices, his too for that matter... although given this latest turn of events it occurred to her that he might not be doing that again for a little while... 

After a short while Suzanne recovered and sat up, while Matt remained kneeling in front of her. She bent down and pushed the key into the small padlock and turned it until she heard a small click. Suzanne twisted the padlock open and slowly slid the curved metal bar out of the rings in the top of the chastity device. She sat up and put the padlock to one side and then bent down to remove the metal tube from Matt's cock. The tube slid off fairly easily and within seconds Matt's cock was pointing upwards and rock hard.

"Now," said Suzanne. "Do you remember what I said to you when you asked me if I would be your keyholder?"

"Yes Mistress, you said that if I really wanted to wear a chastity device...that I would have to follow your rules to the letter."

"And what were those rules slave?"

"I must give you total control of my cock... I must give you all the keys to the padlock... I must accept that you will only unlock me when you wish to play with my cock... I must accept that being unlocked does not necessarily mean that I will get to cum or even that you will touch me..."

"Go on."

"I must always be ready to pleasure you Mistress...."

"And?"

"If I am allowed to cum... I must lick it up from wherever it lands, Mistress."

"Very good slave, although I think you have forgotten one..."

Matt looked quizickally at his wife and Mistress.

"You must accept that there may be long periods when you are not allowed to cum, and you must NEVER cum without permission."

"Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress."

"And you accept all these rules slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. Well it looks like it needs some attention, so why don't you stroke it for me?"

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress..."

Matt reached down and curled his hand around his rock hard length, he slowly began to jerk his meat as his eyes were irresistibly drawn to the wet slippery flesh between his Mistress's thighs. Suzanne leaned back and opened her legs to give him a better view of the beautiful slit he craved so much, her fingers sliding either side and squeezing her pink lips together before peeling them apart to show him just what he was giving up for her.

"Oh slave, what have you done... once you're locked up only I will get to decide when your cock is released and only I will decide if it is to be allowed inside my beautiful pussy... and that might not be very often at all. Can you live with that slave, or would you rather just throw in the towel now and go back to a normal life."

Matt looked at her, the tiniest hint of doubt lingering in his eyes.

"I only want what you want Mistress."

Suzanne smiled as she watched his hand pumping his cock a little harder now.

"Don't you cum without permission," she warned.

"No Mistress," replied Matt breathlessly as he stared longingly at Suzanne's dripping wet cunt.

"If you cum without my permission your first stint in the tube will be one you'll never forget!"

Suzanne lifted up her foot and pressed the instep against Matt's balls.

"These are mine too," she said sharply, before softly kicking his balls.

"Yes Mistress," agreed Matt as his cock grew harder still.

"Right, I want to see you edge."

Matt looked up into her eyes and breathed heavily as his hand moved faster on his cock.

"Don't you dare cum without permission," she reminded him tersely.

Matt pumped his cock hard until he felt the tell-tale signs of approaching orgasm.

"I'm there Mistress," he gasped, loosening his grip on his straining cock.

Suzanne bent down and batted his hands away, before very softly stroking his throbbing, aching, desperate cock a few times, only stopping when she saw a clear drop of fluid appear at the tip of his cock. Suzanne dragged her finger across the tip of his cock, collecting the drop of pre-cum carefully and then watching intently as he obediently licked her finger clean.

"You're going to be tasting that a lot," she smirked. "A lot more than you're going to be tasting your cum, that's for sure."

Matt gasped as his cock throbbed madly, threatening to erupt even without the benefit of direct stimulation. Suzanne looked down at his stalk pulsing madly and closed her legs.

"I think that's enough for today, in future I will want at least two or three edges, but I think you are a little too excited today, and I don't want any accidents."

"No Mistress, thank you Mistress."

Suzanne leaned forward as if to kiss him but instead pressed her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Wouldn't you just love to grab it, pump it and spray your cum all over my beautiful feet slave?"

"Oh God yes Mistress..."

"Even though you know that you would have to lick up and swallow every single drop of your cum?"

"Yes Mistress, please..."

Suzanne chuckled to herself softly.

"No slave, not today...not today." 



The Next Step



Although I've taken more creative liberties with the following story than with its prequel, "Self Esteem," still the basic events below did happen as related. The names "Adrienne" and "Rick" are pseudonymous. If you're into both BBW and incest, enjoy!

***

The morning after we first had sex, I woke in the arms of my gorgeous, chubby younger sister. Lilith lay curled against me, naked, her head on my chest and one leg on top of mine. She was breathing heavily, and I could smell beach-salt in her hair—plus sweat from a long, taboo-breaking night. The sheet had slipped almost completely from her body, and summer sunlight played across the curve of her hips; her huge, heavy, more-than-triple-"D"-cup breasts; and her soft, round, inviting belly. 

What a beautiful, amazing girl, I thought. Yesterday's events played through my mind: removing her bikini bottom, flirting in the ocean, kissing. Sucking her nipples. Cumming in her mouth. My semen glistening on her breasts, pooling in her navel. Fucking her tits. Fucking her pussy. Hours of glorious incest. "Drew," I asked myself, "what are you doing? What good can come of this?" But then she shifted a little, uncovering her fat, forbidden cunt—and I knew that, wherever this was going, I was going with it. Lilly was my sister, and I would never hurt her. But I had to fuck her again. I had to fuck her now.

I ran my fingers through Lilly's dark hair, kissing her forehead. Still sleeping, she lifted her chin and let me nibble her lips—responding lightly at first, then more hungrily. Even before opening her eyes, she parted her legs a little. I gave her pussy one playful lick, then put her hand on my cock. Half-consciously, she guided it into her. Only when I was balls deep in my voluptuous sister did Lilly fully awake. 

"Uhhm! Good morning, Brother dear," she purred. I slammed her pussy, hard, and her massive breasts heaved. In the soft sunlight, I admired the lines of her skin, her nipples' tiny pores.

"Good. Morning. To you. Sis," I replied, thrusting, pounding her cunt with all nine inches of my dick. Why was she so attractive to me? "How does it feel, waking up to your brother's cock?"

"Uhmm. Arousing! How's it feel to penetrate your sister in the light of day?"

"So wrong! I love it. I love fucking your pussy. I love you, baby sis." Changing positions, I rolled her onto her side. Her enormous breasts and large belly cascaded onto the mattress, her navel disappearing between two voluptuous, oh-so-feminine chub-rolls. Her long dark hair streamed down her back and over her shoulder, one lock trapped between her fat tits. I pulled a thick thigh on top of me for better access to her cunt, and bit her lip. "I fucking love having my dick inside you," I growled into her ear. "My dick belongs in you, Lilly." She whispered back, "You're so hard, Drew. Keep screwing me, Drew." 

"Oh, you're not getting out of this," I teased. "Not my little sister. Sluts like you don't get to choose. I can't not fuck your curves. You need to take it, Sis. Every fucking inch. Feel it? Give me your slutty wet pussy."

"Drew, ohh, that's right," Lilly whined. "I'm a slut; your sister-slut. I need incest."

"You love your brother's cock."

"I love it."

"I do have principles, you know. But you're too hot for principles! Too voluptuous! Too fucking pretty! Take my dick!"

"Drew! I want you to cum in my pussy...."

"Ughh." We kissed madly, our bodies slapping. Beads of sweat gleamed on Lilly's large brown nipples. Her chubby, pink pussy lips devoured my long, thick cock. 

And then she started to cum, her orgasm rippling through her body and making it jiggle even more. Her pussy clenched. I clapped a hand over her mouth so our parents wouldn't hear—and furiously drove my shaft in and out, in and out of my sweet, loving little sister. Then, when her moaning subsided, I rolled her back onto her back, forcing her thighs open and against the bed. I grabbed as much of tit fat as I could with one hand and as much belly fat as I could with the other—and came. Looking deep into her dark eyes, I loosed all inhibitions. I filled my sister's soft body with a flood of incestuous cum. 

We lay panting for a few moments, holding each other. Then Lilly said, "Did you have any dreams?"

***

Of course it's illegal, but I had to marry her. I knew already—and I still know, eight years later—that Lilith was my soul mate. Maybe I always knew, even when we played together as children. How many couples can say so much? We had always loved each other, had always been best friends, and this new development felt absolutely natural. The day after we first had sex, still at the zenith of the incest haze (roughly equal to the sex-haze times the degree of sibling-love), we took a long walk on the beach. Lilly's body issues seemed to have evaporated, and she even laughed when Mom pestered her about losing weight. As we walked, Lilly found a piece of green sea-glass, rounded and thickened by years underwater. That night I stole it, and the next day took it to a jeweler. On our last night at the beach, I proposed.

Lilly, Mom, Dad, and I were sitting on the upstairs veranda, watching the sunset. Lilly wore a grey sundress over her swimsuit, and I kept slipping my hand under the hem and tickling her when our parents weren't looking. Finally the sunlight was almost gone, and Mom and Dad went downstairs to make dinner and fix themselves drinks. Lilly and I stayed to watch the stars appear. As Venus rose, I leaned over and began to kiss Lilly; she warmly kissed me back. "I love you, Lilly," I told her, simply. "I love you too, Drew," she replied. "Of course." 

Suddenly I was on my knees, taking her hand. I produced the ring—green glass in a tracery of white gold—and heard myself say, "Lilith, I'm in love with you. Forever. Will you marry me?" Lilly gasped, said, "Drew! We can't! Drew...." 

She then said, "yes." 

We kissed, and talked, and tried to think of how to make the impossible possible, until our parents called us down to dinner.

***

Since Lilly was sixteen, and we both thought that too young, we agreed to wait a couple of years (and some months) before gathering our friends for a secret ceremony. In the meantime, though, there was much to do. I had to return to college in the fall, and Lilly had two more years of high school to complete. Starting now, though, we would break the news to our friends; after all, when the time to marry did come, their acceptance would be crucial. 

Fortunately, I knew just the friend to approach first. Adrienne and I went way back, and I could trust her with anything. She's one of the most open-minded people I've ever met, and it didn't hurt that she also knew and liked Lilly. Adrienne was very open about all things sexual, and would tell anyone who cared to listen about her experiments with girls, exotic toys, and (more recently) multiple men at once. In all those ways, she was a perfect confidant. But I did have one concern. Adrienne, a habitual flirt, had seduced me two years before. 

We'd playfully molested each other for years, as middle- and high-school friends of opposite sex will, occasionally kissing or sliding our hands into each other's pants, then laughing; but in our junior year, things had grown more sexual. While I was hanging out at her house late at night, making popcorn as we prepared to watch a movie, she slipped from the room—and reappeared wearing nothing but paint, smeared over her tits and crotch and swirled here and there across the rest of her body. I stared at her a moment, my dick swelling painfully against my pants' zipper. Adrienne wasn't fat, exactly, nor as voluptuous as Lilly; yet she did have large, "D"-cup breasts and a sexy dose of chubbiness. And the way she tirelessly flirted really made me want to get into her pants! "Good heavens, Ade," I said. "Did we fall into a paint refinery? Did the machinery chew off our clothes?" 

She giggled. "Something like that. I'm painting my room! Want to help?" 

"Naked?" I asked. "At 3 a.m.? Are you using your clothes as a brush?"

"Heh, no! I just don't want to get paint on them!"

"Oh, I see! That makes good sense. Some wear clothes to keep paint off their bodies; but you'll let paint get on your body to keep it off your clothes. Naturally! But, Ade, will it come off your skin? Lessee...." As if to help, I walked up and began to massage one of her painted breasts (the green one). Adrienne giggled, but didn't stop me. Casually, she began to stroke my dick through my pants, gripping it with one hand and working the other toward my balls. I said, "Hm. Well, the green paint does rub off; there's your nipple now! But maybe the red paint's different.... Oh, no; now I see that nipple too! Okay, let's work on your pussy...."

"In the room, Drew," Adrienne muttered. "If Mom wakes up, this could look suspicious!"

"Oh, I don't see how," I teased, "accidentally" slipping a finger into her, then out. "What could be more wholesome?" And with that, I began to unbutton my pants.

"Drew, in the room!" So, we went to the room.

There was no fresh paint on Adrienne's walls. "Adrienne," I said. "Doesn't painting the room normally involve painting the walls?"

"Um—I was going to use my body as a stamp! I was going to paint myself, then jump against the wall...." Giggling, she made as if to do it—so I grabbed and held her before the house took any harm. "The story seems to be changing!" I laughed. "How curious! What are you up to, you bad girl?" I gave her ass a few loud, emphatic spanks. 

"Drew!" she hissed, feigning insult. "How can you doubt me! How dare you dream of me, me having sinister motives? Moi? Take your fucking pants off!" And then she started to laugh.

Although she'd touched it now and again, this was the first time that Adrienne had seen my dick. I don't think she'd realized its size. When I took of my clothes and pressed her fingers around its girth, it took her a few moments to say, "Blue. We'll paint it blue." Then I threw her on the bed, said, "You'll paint it with your pussy!" (which, since there was still paint around her pussy, turned out to be kind of true!), and drove my nine inches into her. Both of us laughed and grunted, fucking hard.

Since that day, Adrienne and I had fucked off and on. When she was down, I'd always lick her pussy; when I was down, she'd mouth- or tit-fuck me. I loved joking with her, making her giggle while her breasts milked the cum from my shaft. But we were always friends, distinctly friends; we never even talked of a relationship. We'd each dated other people since, and, whenever one of us was dating, Adrienne and I fucked each other less than otherwise (though I won't say "never")! So today, as Lilly and I walked to Adrienne's door, I hoped that Adrienne would understand what my engagement to Lilly meant. It meant no more sex between Adrienne and I, ever. It's kind of funny: I knew (or thought I knew) that Adrienne could handle the incest, but I wasn't sure she'd accept the fidelity!

Adrienne was wearing pajama bottoms and a white tank top when she answered the door. I noticed approvingly that she'd gained a little weight since winter break, when I'd last seen (and fucked) her: her tits strained against the thin fabric, her nipples wide dark circles. I felt a passing but powerful urge to turn her around, slide my hands beneath her shirt, and hump her from behind. In the background, her younger brother Rick was making a lot of noise with a video game. "Hey Drew, hey Lilith!" she said. "Nice of you to drop by! Do come in! Let's go to the room, where we can hear each other think—if you can navigate the debris!" She kicked some of Rick's clothes to the side of the hall. "Is he seventeen, or seven?" "Oh, shit!" Rick screamed, from the living room, to the sound of an explosion. We picked our way to Adrienne's room.

"How was your trip?" asked Adrienne, shutting the bedroom door behind us. When Lilly and I just glanced at each other, she guessed: "That bad?"

"No, not so very bad," I said. "Not so bad at all. In fact—it was perfect. Changed our lives." Lilly nodded.

"Hot damn! You found Jesus?" teased Adrienne. Lilly and I said nothing. Adrienne tried again: "You spent the week dropping acid and eating cookies? Or maybe—after acid and cookies, you found Jesus?" 

"Not exactly," Lilly said, at last. "No acid, no cookies. And actually, we found each other."

It was Adrienne's turn to be quiet. In the silence, Lilly began to kiss me. I kissed her back, hesitantly, awkwardly before my friend; but after a moment, my body responded. I tongued my sister lustfully and pulled her against me. My dick strained against the plump warmth of her crotch. When we broke off, Lilly announced, "Drew and I are engaged."

Adrienne was smiling oddly. "Engaged. As in, engaged to one another; or was that a normal display of affection in your family?" 

"To one another," I said. "Adrienne, I'm in love with Lilly."

"Your sister."

"My sister."

"Ye-eah. That's pretty fucked up, Drew. Should I believe this?"

"You should."

"Make me. Convince me. Prove you're into her."

"And how should I do that?"

Before Adrienne could answer, Lilly unbuttoned my pants. I started; was this the same girl who, not many days before, had hardly dared to be seen on the beach? So much for inhibitions! What was Lilly about to do? I glanced at Adrienne, who was suddenly grinning wildly. Then my sister unzipped me, yanked out my erection. She began to caress it, tugging gently with both hands. 

Trying to ignore Adrienne, even as she slipped a hand into her pajama bottoms and muttered something about front-row seats, I pulled off Lilly's shirt, unclasped her bra, and freed her enormous breasts. They hung down almost to her belly button, and I longed to squeeze my dick between them. My sister and I pushed down each other's pants, and soon Lilly began to rub her pussy against the wet tip of my rock-hard cock. "Do you believe yet, Adrienne?" asked Lilly, panting slightly as I hefted her boobs.

"For the sake of the argument, say I don't," coaxed Adrienne. "Go a little further. I might like this. Do you like this, Drew?" She made the second "this" ambiguous by pulling off her own shirt. Her bare tits, pulled up for a second by the fabric, slapped down against her belly.

"I do," I answered, preserving the ambiguity. And I did—I liked all of it! But I was also apprehensive, because Adrienne was playing a dangerous game. I was in the presence of two voluptuous, horny girls, both of whom I'd fucked—but I was engaged to one of them, and the other was being erratic. 

"Do you like this, Lilly?" pressed Adrienne, wiggling off her pajama bottoms and panties, but keeping her legs squeezed together. Lilly and I stepped out of our own pants, and I took off my shirt; all three of us were now totally naked, Lilly and I standing and Adrienne sitting on the bed. 

"Uh-huh," said Lilly. "I like it."

"You're a pretty girl, Lilly," said Adrienne.

"You too, Adrienne."

"No, I mean it. You're a sexy girl. Have you ever fucked a girl?"

"No...."

"I have. Every girl should. Oh, and I used to fuck your brother."

I glared at Adrienne. So it was out! But Lilly said, "Yeah; I guessed that. But you can't fuck him any more! He's mine." She held out her finger to display her engagement ring—and I took that moment to part Lilly's pussy lips and push the first inch of my cock inside her. Lilly moaned softly. Then, right before the eyes of my old friend and long-time-fuck-buddy, I slid my dick all the way into my little sister's cunt. 

Lilly shuddered, standing on her tiptoes to give me better access. Still inside her, I walked her over to the bed and pushed her down—right next to Adrienne. I parted Lilly's legs wide to give Adrienne a view.

Adrienne, eyes glued to my big dick as it slid in and out of Lilly's swollen pussy, whispered, "Fuck.... Drew, this is the hottest thing ever! You're screwing your sister! You're fucking your own little sister! Your full sister! She's your family! It's incest—and I'm watching you do it!" 

By now Adrienne was fingering herself wildly, bucking her hips against her hand. Her large tits jiggled as Lilly's massive tits heaved, and—as I bit Lilly's lower lip—I watched Adrienne's one, cute little chub-roll ripple between her pussy and her breasts. I thought about how it felt to open Adrienne's legs and push my dick between them.

Then I turned my eyes back to Lilly, loving the feeling of her fat thighs around me. My sister's shaved, greedy pussy swallowed my dick, and sometimes—when I slammed her especially hard—she would give a little cry of "Ahh!" or "Drew!" or "Brother!" Feeling Adrienne's eyes upon me, I gave my sister every inch of my cock.

I was in chubby-chaser heaven. I was fucking my fat sister, savoring the incest. And the presence of another curvy girl watching—a girl who knew us both, and knew we were brother and sister—confirmed the incest, tripled the transgression. The air was thick with sweat and hormones, and the only sounds were heavy breathing and the soft slap of my balls against my sister's pelvis.

Suddenly Lilly, screaming, "DREEEW! BROTHER! FUUUCK me! Fu-uck your LITTLE SISTER!" began to cum. This drove me over the edge, and I emptied all my cum deep into my sister's wet warmth. Moments later Adrienne came too, her screams joining Lilly's. Then all three of us were silent, lying together on the bed, panting and sweating. The noise of video-game explosions had stopped. My cock was still in Lilly, and cum leaked onto Adrienne's bed sheets.

At last Adrienne said, "Okay. I believe you!" We all laughed softly. 

But when I finally pulled out, it became clear that Adrienne wasn't finished. Without warning, she rolled over and slid two fingers into Lilly's cummy hole. I froze, and Lilly sucked in breath. Suddenly Adrienne grabbed as much of Lilly's boobs as she could hold and growled: "I'll tell everybody about you and Drew unless you fuck me. And you have to let me watch you and Drew fuck again sometimes. And sometimes you have to let me fuck Drew, too! Even when you're married!"

Fuck, I thought. Fuck. Oh fuck, fuck.

But Lilly surprised me. "Only," she grunted, without argument, enjoying Adrienne's fingers, "only once in a while! And you can't do it if I'm not there! And both of you have to ask me, first!"

I love my sister.

But Lilly wasn't being sweet—she was horny. She pushed Adrienne's head between her soft thighs, tilted back her head, and started to moan, building toward another orgasm.

None of us noticed when Rick entered the room.

***

"Whatever this is, it is seriously fucking wrong. What. The. FUCK!"

Adrienne, Lilly, and I snapped toward the voice. Adrienne's brother stood just inside the door, his expression unreadable. "Get—get out!" shrieked Adrienne, pulling herself off Lilly and groping for a sheet. But she failed to cover herself, and now Rick was staring directly at her tits, her legs, her still-wet pussy. I shielded Lilly with my body as best as I could; but Adrienne only squirmed, trapped in Rick's gaze.

"I heard you perverts from the living room. Everybody on the fucking street heard you! What—what the hell?" He faced Lilly and I. "Aren't you two brother and sister?! What are you doing? You're fucking sick!" Rick was breathless and agitated. But I couldn't help but notice the bulge growing in his pants as he turned back to look at Adrienne. 

"It's our business!" whined Adrienne. "Go away!" 

"I'm not going away. What's going on here? Drew, did you fuck my sister? Did you? Did you—fuck your sister?"

"I didn't fuck your sister," I answered, truthfully.

"Your sister, then. God... damn.... And did you like it? Did it feel good?"

"It did," I said. Why was I taking the bait? But then, at this point, why not?

Rick stared. But now his erection was undeniable, and I found myself saying, "Do you want to watch, Rick? Do you want to watch me fuck my sister?"




The Next Steps



Joan and I had already had our first relationship with a man. Joan dated him and learnt to wank, suck and fuck his large cock. Along this exploration of her sexuality she had also learnt how to dress sexy, look sexy and act sexy. 

For my part I had learnt my place re size and place in the sexual pecking order. I found the bottom to be a comforting place. Once I accepted this I found I could focus on the rest of my life and turn it in to a success. Most people who know me have no idea how I think and live my sexual life.

Pete had asked Joan to go out with him. Joan and I had agreed that after Barry she would be a one woman man and that would be me. 

When she told me about Pete's offer to go out it was like a virus in my head I could think of nothing else. I gave into my cravings and asked Joan to think about it.

Joan wanted some ground rules, if she was going to see a second man; she wanted me to agree to the rules first. I asked what they were, but she did not know, she said they will develop over time, but when they come along, I have to accept them no questions.

I agreed not knowing what I had agreed to, my need to be sexually submissive and humiliated was so strong.

Joan came home from work and told me that she had met Peter at the bar and told him yes she would go out with him. She had also given her notice to quite work and next Friday would be her last shift.

She explained that if she was going to see other men, she was not going to do it after work in a railway station car park; she wanted a bit more glamour. 

She told me a rule. I pay for my own humiliation why should she work when I have a good wage. She would tell me what money she wanted and why, I could pay. Peter could also put his hand in his pocket to take her out too.

Joan worked her last shifts and each night she came home I licked her pussy but she was never used. I asked what was happening. She told me that she had told peter to pick her up on Saturday night and take her dancing.

I was pleased but had to say "Saturday is our night out". She looked at me smiled and told me the new rule, what my man wants is more important than what you want. I agreed.

Saturday evening came and I watched Joan get ready. She said I was a bit like a spare part so I should help. While she sat styling her hair and putting on her makeup she told me to get her clothes out.

I opened her suspender draw, picked one out, showed it to her and put it on the bed. I repeated this and selected her bra, nickers, stockings, skirt, top and shoes. Some I got right first time others I had to re select till I got it right. She then told me to clean her shoes. I went to get some polish but she told me to just lick them and rub them on my sleeve.

She got dressed and stood before me looking fantastic. Yes said I bet u wish you were peter don't you. I said yes and she responded tuff. She turned to go but turned back saying. I must say you have done well dressing me I feel very good for my first date; see you when I get home.

With that she left. I went down stairs to watch TV. Joan's dad asked where Joan was I said she gone out with her mates. Never mind he said we can watch the game it's on soon.

I was in bed when Joan came home; she walked into the room and undressed. I could see some love bites on her shoulders and she looked very pleased with herself.

She slipped into bed cuddled me in and said you want to know. I said yes. She explained how he picked her up and they went to the Italian restaurant in town. She had lasagne and a few glasses of wine, it was very nice. I asked what they talked about. You quite a lot to be honest she replied. He wanted to know what you knew.

I explained you know that I going out with him, that you helped me get ready. He wanted to know if this was just a tease or was I really going out with in the real sense. He meant in the having sex with me sense. I told him yes but a few conditions. No bragging no telling everyone your fucking Alan's girlfriend. If I find out your talking it's over. If you ask me to leave Alan it's over. 

She told me how they ended up back at his flat and she told me he is a great kisser and got her all hot and bothered sucking her breasts. Sorry about the love bites by the way, I told him not to do that again. I said he probably did it to show he had you, sort of letting me know. She asked does that upset you. I said no I would do the same if I was him. Make sure your boyfriend knew you had sex with another guy. 

She continued to tell me that she ended up on her knees on the carpet sucking his cock. It's not as long as Barry but it's as fat. So it's still a lot lot bigger than yours. He tastes nicer too so I think I am going to enjoy sucking it more. We had sex tonight. I broke my no sex on the first date rule; I suppose that's what we sluts do. She laughed and squeezed me at the same time.

She rolled me onto my back and sat on me saying it seems it's a night for me to take my turn on top; she moved up my body and planted her pussy over my mouth. I looked up at her. She was grinding her clit on to my nose. Her firm abdomen was rolling back and forward. The under view of her breasts and sticking out nipples encourage me to accept Peters cum running into my mouth. She was right it had its own taste I wondered if everyone's cum was different.

When I had sucked her dry she slid down my body and placed my cock into her. She asked me "how's that feel". It was fantastic I could just feel her. I felt very lost inside her. I realised how Peter's girth had stretched her open. I spunked in ten seconds. She climbed off saying it's a good job that peter lasts a lot longer.

Things continued along these lines for a month or so. Joan saw Peter about twice a week and always told me every detail and fed me her buttered bun. We developed a set of cover stories so her mum and dad had no idea that Joan had two boyfriends.

A change came one night when Joan asked me to use her other hole. Peter had wanted to for a few weeks. Joan had heard that it hurt and was a bit scared as she did not like pain. She had told Peter this. He had started fingering her bum, it was an odd feeling and it did hurt. Peter said that was because she kept getting tense and her bum hole was gripping his finger. She needed to relax.

Joan wanted me to help her relax so that Peter could use her bum. I put it cruder to myself in my own head. This guy wants me to prepare my girlfriend so he can fucker her arse.

I admired Peter's confidence and his dominance over me in that he knew Joan would ask and I would comply. He was right too I was going to do it for him. This really confirmed to me I was genetically programed submissive who loved humiliation. I was now trapped on the path that I had looked for. 

Over the next week I fingered Joan's bum hole up to 3 fingers using nappy rash cream. I also spent time sucking and licking it softly to get her used to the wolf which would soon be at the door.

Friday night arrived; I helped Joan dress for her date. As she was leaving she asked me to come with her to the bus stop. I walked with her 100 yard up the road to the bus station, only us there, no bus at this time, but it was the place where Peter picks her up.

Joan told me to hide behind the low wall in case Peter arrived. I did as requested and from my position I could see up her skirt. I felt up her leg and put a finger inside her nickers. I poked a finger in and felt her bum hole; I told I would test if she was ready.

She parted her legs and I worked my finger up he bum and told her that she was ready. I told her to think of me licking her bum soft and to relax and then enjoy.

I heard a car pull up and took my hand away quick and hid. I waited after the car had left then walked home hoping Joan would be ok.

I had no need to worry Joan woke me, pulled my head to the edge of the bed lifted her skirt, nickers already off. She pulled her bum cheeks apart and sat on my head letting her bum cheeks close on me.

He bum crack and hole was full of spunk smudging all over my face. I was gasping for air. I found her open bum hole all sticky, I pushed my tongue up, I could taste her and him. I continued till she was clean. I had to lift her off my face just before I suffocated. 

Joan told me how he took her in the shower and they washed each other. He paid particular attention to her bum and used the soapy suds to finger her bum and get her open and relaxed. He mentioned that he could tell I had done a good job as he could feel she was easier to open and more relaxed around his fingers probing her bum.

He then moved her down to her knees and had her suck is cock under the falling water of the warm shower. He turned her round pushed her forward onto her hands and knees and told her to lover her head and stick her bum up and arch her back.

He stood feet at her side and bent his knees down. She felt his cock at her bum and she thought of me liking her and tried to relax. His cock popped in and he kept moving in and out. It was very tight and it did hurt but it was not over painful.

He ended up sitting with his inner thighs on the top of her bum. He was still for a while and told her to get used to the fell. He then started raising up and down moving his cock in and out nice and slow she started to open up to accept him and he picked up some speed.

He told her it felt great and he soon came deep in her bum. He stayed inside her and started moving again. The cum helped lubricate her. She needed this as he was now fucked her bum as fast as he fucked her pussy and he spunked a second time. She remained on her knees her face close to the tiles while he pulled out and started to shower again. She looked over her shoulder at his semi hard cock. He had taken her anal virginity.

For the next few weeks Joan would come home and tell me it was mouth and pussy, mouth and bum, pussy and bum, and sometimes all three holes used.

Peter was now nagging Joan to be a bit more sexy when he took her out, it was now summer, so he wanted outdoor sex and told her that she should not wear nickers and even shave her pubic hair, he said she would be more comfortable to fuck outside on a hot sunny day or warm evening.

Joan told me she had agreed with this last request and when I saw her fully smooth for the first time I asked if I could feel. She lay on the bed legs wide open. I felt her all over it was great no hairs and I licked her labia and clit it was so much better. 

I told her that Peter knows what he is talking about, shaved is a much improved feel. She dressed picking a thin summer short skirt. I said if there is any wind she will be on show, bum and bare pussy so take care.

Off she went to see peter. When I got home from nights at 7.00 am Joan was not in bed. She arrived back at 7.30 just before her mum and dad got up. She told me she had spent the night with Peter. They had fucked outside and then again back at his flat then had a big argument and split up.

He was now nagging her to leave me and become his girlfriend. She refused but he would not accept. He kept going on at her but she would not move in with him. She says he got very spiteful and said some nasty things. I told him this is how it was; don't spoil a good thing, but he wants more. I said no, so he finished it and I think it fine, he was becoming a nag anyway.

I asked what he had said. She told me that he mocked me as a wimp and questioned what sort of man lets his girlfriend go out with other guys and licks up their spunk when they get home. 

She cuddled me asking we are ok aren't we. You were ok with me seeing Barry and Peter weren't you. I said yes I liked it more than you liked it. That's it she said no more other men their waste of time. I cuddled her back thinking, how long will this last. It didn't as our holidays soon proved.