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Line

By: Kaishaku



"Hey, is this the line?"

"No, this ain't the line. A line's the shortest distance between two points, this is the longest."

"It's not the line?"

"Come on kid, yeah it's the line. Don't listen to that jerk."

"Who's he calling a jerk?"

"Don't worry about it, just get in line."

"But..."

"Look don't make a scene, the Gestapo over there are looking this way."

"Yeah, now you've done it, they're coming this way."

"What's going on here?"

"Oh nothing officer, just some guy teasing this kid here."

"Which one?"

"Someone causing trouble?"

"No, no officers, he was only kidding. The kid just didn't understand, but everything's okay now."

"Hey kid, how old are you?"

"I'm eighteen."

"You don't look it, let me see some ID."

"Oh come one, he's old enough. I mean he's got the equipment and it works, so that means he old enough."

"Not according to the law, he's got to be eighteen."

"Okay, there, you see it now. He is old enough."

"Well just barely. Turned eighteen today."

"So it's your first line?"

"Yep, first line for this."

"For this, exactly what do you think you are waiting for?"

"To make love."

"'To make love? ' You hear this kid, 'To make love.'"

"To have sex?"

"Yeah. Actually this is the line to fuck..."

"Hey, watch your language."

The line to do... is that better? The line to do a wet, slimy, greasy pussy."

"You're making a face. Why? I tell you, if you ask me there's nothing better than a wet, slimy, greasy pussy, except maybe two."

"This the end of the line?"

"Yeah, right after the kid there."

"So hey, how does this work?"

"What, you some kind of pervert? I mean it's the kids first time, but you're not that young. You're not one of them damn abstainers are you?"

"No, no, I'm just not from around here. I heard it is different in different counties."

"Look, it's all very simple. They got a motel, they got these girls..."

"Whose got all this?"

"Who else, the government."

"Yeah, the government. As I was saying, they got a motel and these girls, say twenty or fifty maybe and they got a line, this line."

"And?"

"And when a girl finishes she comes out and the next person in line goes with her."

"We don't get a choice?"

"A choice?"

"A choice of girls."

"Ha, when have we ever had a choice? That's like back before Obama and those Tea Party people."

"They called themselves 'Teabaggers.'"

"No they didn't you ass."

"Oh but I loved that term, teabag"

"Yeah, when have you ever experienced a teabag?"

"Well maybe today, I have some extra marks."

"What's this about Obama and the Tea..."

"Oh, you're too young to remember kid. Yeah see this line and the others."

"I remember those for the doctors."

"There you go, that's where it all started."

"You mean Obama?"

"No, no, he was long gone. What he had started working, but then the Tea Party stepped in. Less government in our lives they screamed."

"So, how'd it get to this?"

"They screamed they wanted less so they abolished the government health care stuff, but then sent the insurance companies into the doctor's offices dictating what a doctor and a patient could do with their body."

"And hey, then they sent them into the churches dictating who could love whom."

"But what has that got to do with this line?"

"Who do you think is sponsoring this whole enterprise?"

"You mean..."

"Exactly."

"Of course that means that what we get has been prescribed by the corporations."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, that means no teabagging."

"Really?"

"Hey, you don't think they're gonna allow that. And hey, if you're into that tight dirt road, well, you're in the wrong line."

"Damn, has it always been like this?"

"No kid, it used to be different. Back before Obama got his ass kicked and we went on this Tea Party it used to be good."

"Yeah, people actually voted for the candidates."

"Not the companies?"

"No, companies were actually restricted in the amount of money they could give to candidates. Candidates were actually beholding to the people, not the companies. Of course that's all different now."

"And the camps?"

"Didn't exist. The gays and minorities actually walked the streets."

"Minorities?"

"Sorry, the ethnics..."

"The blacks, browns, yellows..."

"Yeah all those."

"But they aren't in the minority."

"They used to be, but they all got rounded up. Hell most were already in jail for one thing or another, the companies just grabbed up the rest."

"And the welfarers?"

"Work camps, teach them some values."

"And this line... sex wasn't always a line to a motel room and the next woman available?"

"No, no. Men and women, hell men and men, women and women, they lived together, or just got together and had sex... no son, they actually made love. Some got married, all without corporate approval."

"Hey, there you go, move up. Line's starting to move now."

"I heard they brought in more girls so there's less waiting."

"Hey that's good."

"It's the corporation man, I guess they figured out this long line was cutting into profits. Too much time wasted in line, too little time for us to consume or work."

"I can see the door, see it there kid?"

"Yep, that must be the place."

"Now you got your credit card don't you?"

"Right here."

"Ah, Republican Express, yeah, they will like that one. Make sure you use it for her. Once in the room use your marks. Maybe you can bribe her for something extra."

"Extra?"

"Yeah, as long as she's not a Tea Partier you might get something special, even a teabag."

"Teabag? Yeah there's nothing like a teabag."

"I'm up next. You take care of yourself kid. Remember, save the marks until you are in the room with her. And hey kid, god bless the corporations, the Republican Party, and the Gestapo too."

Line of Sight



My name is Michelle. When I was 22, I humiliated myself totally. I'm 23 now, and still living the effects of that humiliation every day.

The date was November 18, 2011. It was a Friday night, and I was alone in the apartment. At the time I lived at ********** ***** in ***** ****, MD. The time was just after 11 PM and I was on my bed, in my sexiest nightie, making love to myself. I was on my hands and knees, or more correctly, on my knees and my chest, face turned away from the window, arms limp at my sides. I had a dildo in my vagina and a vibrator up my bottom. I was so happy and content. The doorbell ruined all that.

I jerked awake and bolt upright on my hands and knees. I looked at the clock, saw that it was 11:07 PM, and then stared at my bedroom door, open-mouthed. Then I looked at my bedroom window, making sure the blinds were securely closed—they were—and waited with choked breath to see if whoever would ring again. They didn't.

Who was it, at 11 PM at night?

Rattled, but recovering slightly, I slipped my hand around and removed both the dildo and vibrator. Quickly I slipped both under the mattress, and then padded across to the chair and snatched up my terry-clothe robe. I put it on and belted myself in on the way out the bedroom door. I crept down the hallway on my tip-toes anyway, hesitated at the kitchen door, flicked on the light, flicked it off again, and then proceeded through the dining room to the foyer (not really, just a walkway divided from the living room by an iron railing) and put my eye to the peephole. I saw only the empty landing and my neighbor's red doors on the landing. I stepped back and bit my lower lip. Then I retreated to the end of the railing, stepped down into the living room and hurried to the balcony curtains, where I peeked out. I saw no one on the sidewalk scurrying away, nor in the parking lot. I went to my left and up one step into the den and peeked out the den's window, which afforded a look up the parking lot I couldn't get from the balcony doors. I still saw on one, which didn't surprise me as it was pouring cat's and dog's outside. Still biting my lip, I stood back and crossed my arms over my chest.

Kids? I hadn't experienced it yet, but Ken told me kids sometimes play bell-tag, ringing everyone's doorbell in the building and then tearing outside to hide. Plausible, though kinda far-fetched in the rain. One of the neighbors maybe? A drunk? The wrong door? Possible, I guessed. I had taken a few moments to make it to the peephole. I was about to drop my arms and head back to the bedroom when a thought stopped me cold.

Could someone know? Could the doorbell be a wake-up call, someone saying Hi there, I know what you did? What if he had slipped a note or something under my door? I hurried back to the foyer but discovered no note. What if he taped a note to the outside of my door? Alarmed and breathless, I stuck my eye back to the peephole, made sure the landing was empty, and then twisted open the deadlock and unlocked the door and opened it an inch. There was no note, but there was a box.

Oh, no, I groaned. What is that?

Trembling now, I twisted my head back and forth to make sure the landing was truly empty, listened carefully for breathing, or any sound that might signal a lurker outside, and then closed the door and clumsily slid the chain to the side. Then I opened the door wide enough to see the entire package on the floor. "Fuck," I muttered to myself.

The package was a plain brown cardboard shipping box, sealed across the top with transparent shipping tape. There was no label, and no markings of any kind that I could see. Still trembling, I nudged the box with my left big toe and slid it 6" back. It was not empty, weighing, I guessed, in the neighborhood of five pounds. I couldn't stop trembling and I couldn't stop biting my lower lip. I hated this box.

You can't leave it out there, I told myself.

What if it's a bomb?

Oh, please...Really? A bomb?

Feeling stupid as well as embarrassed, I stooped down and picked up the box. Something shifted inside, something heavy enough to unbalance the box, making me almost drop it. Quickly I brought it inside and closed the door. I didn't lock it yet, in case I need to throw the box back out. I put it on the mail desk and stood back, arms crossed again and worrying my thumbnail. This was bad. No matter what it was, this was bad.

I looked at the door, and then back at the box. I looked at the balcony curtains and then back at the box. I looked at the kitchen and through it with my x-ray eyes at my bedroom window, the probably cause of this trouble, whatever it was, and then back at the box.

Bullshit, I told myself, you're the cause of this trouble, not the bedroom window. I sighed, and then shuffled forward to the box.

Whoever had sealed it doubled over one end of the tape as a pull. Dutifully, I pulled the tape up the side of the box, across the top and let it fall down the other side. I then crossed my arms again and stared at the lid.

Don't be such a wuss.

I'm afraid to open the lid.

Of course you are. Open it anyway.

I did, lifting one side and then the other, and then the two end flaps.

Inside, still in their sealed blister packs were three huge dildos: one white, and the other two black. I gasped and skipped back, releasing the lids, which fell back into place. I continued backing until I hit the rail, and then twisted my head to look at the balcony curtains.

* * *

I was panic-stricken. Someone knew my secret. Apparently, someone knew all my secrets. Mewling pitifully, I backed from the box and covered my mouth with my right hand. My left arm remained over my chest, clutching me. I stumbled on the edge of the step-down and wind-milled a moment, before stepping down into the living room and stumbling four steps into the coffee table.

"Ow!" I complained shrilly, grabbing both my shin and my toes, three of which I'd stubbed on the unforgiving wood. Tearing, I looked up at the box, accused it unfairly, This is your fault, massaged my sore toes and sat down in the chair to consider.

Was this Ken? No kids had left that box in the damned hallway. Ken seemed the best bet: he knew what I liked and was not above a practical joke. But I had talked to Ken two hours ago, and unless he'd lied to me about being in Buffalo, it couldn't be him.

Then who?

I began to tremble all over and clutched myself across the chest. My teeth started to chatter and I made mewling noises again. I hunched over to control my shivering. And then, some defiant part of me asked, So what?

What do you mean, So what?"

It's not like you didn't ask for this, Michelle.

I sat up, indignant. What are you talking about?

My defiant side laughed. I blushed, acknowledging the point.

"Oh, shut up," I muttered reproachfully and stood up.

The dildos were all Doc Johnson's. The same brand as my own, though all considerably larger. I laughed at the understatement. The one Ken bought me and which had been in my vagina only a short time ago was 7" long, with imitation testicles and scrotum forming a flat base. It could stand vertically. The next size up, the 9" older brother of my dildo was the smallest of the three in the box. Ballsy Super Cock it said on the package. It was an order of magnitude larger than my own, at least to my inexperienced eyes. It alone would challenge my vagina. The other two dildos were monsters.

I emitted a sudden, embarrassing giggle and mortified, looked at the apartment door, and then guiltily at the balcony drapes. I knew without any conscious decision that these were not from a neighbor. Someone had seen me. Someone with binoculars, obviously, though how I still didn't know. I never did anything with a light on.

The answer was obvious, of course: Infrared. Someone had watched me using infrared binoculars. I had never even considered it--idiotic, considering this was 2011 and everyone and his brother had night-vision binoculars...I had even seen reports on the nightly news: No privacy, even in your home!

Chagrined, I unconsciously tightened the robe at my throat and felt totally violated.

The two remaining dildos, both black were a joke. Neither could be used on a normal 22 year old female. Certainly not on me. The smaller was 12" long—just the shaft was 12" long!—with a suction cup at the base. The shaft was roughly circular at the base, a poor representation of balls. I shivered, imagining me lowering myself onto that. It was twice the thickness of my 7" dildo.

The larger dildo was just ridiculous. Ludicrous. I picked it up and gazed at it in awe. 18" long, the package said. I believed it, without doubt. It too was all shaft with a slightly rounded base and a suction cup at the end. It must weight 3 or 4 lbs.

I laughed, imagining Ken brandishing it at me, grinning like a pirate. Ahoy, me Lassie. Prepare to be skewered. It was big around as a Coke can, probably larger, with a head the size of a Rhinoceros's. What it would do to my...I shoved that thought away roughly. And then I noticed the note.

Oh, my God...there was a note. Horrified, I backed away again.

* * *

It was short and impersonal. No greeting, no explanation, no threats of blackmail, no taunts. Just a man's semi-neat handwriting noting two website addresses; one each, corresponding to one of the monstrous dildos. Both were to the website xHamster. I'd never heard of it.

Going to the bedroom, I grabbed my laptop off the desk and took it anxiously into the dining room and sat down. One news report I'd seen claimed some infrared devices peer right through your blinds and drapes and into your bedroom to see you--or the infrared image of you--and whatever you were doing. Considering my proclivities, I should have paid more attention, I realized. I typed in the first address and sat back.

It was my 12" long dildo. It was suction-cupped to a kitchen floor—I assumed it was a kitchen as the floor was linoleum and I could see the bottom of what looked like the dishwasher on one side, and the stove on the other. Some cabinets, and a discarded black t-shirt? Anyway, the camera was on the floor and the video was titled "Ramming my gay ass on a huge anal dildo." I winced, guessing what came next.

A naked pair of legs strode past the camera and a man positioned himself and without hesitation lowered himself onto the dildo. He'd obviously been doing this for a while because he immediately began to fuck himself, rushing up and down the shaft like he did this every day instead of running. My eyes practically burst out of my head when he rammed down and took the entire dildo up his ass.

No way! I shouted mentally. I stared open mouthed as the guy again and again impaled himself, taking the entire shaft up his ass. It was impossible. The human rectum was not that long. I knew this for a fact because I could barely take the length of my 7" dildo, and the shaft of that is only 5" long. The white dildo in the box would bottom me out, I was sure of it. And yet, this man was slamming up and down on this dildo's impossible length like it was 4:" long. Either men were different than women, or rectums stretched a whole lot farther than I had imagined

I finished the video, and then watched it again, equally mesmerized. Did my secret admirer think I was a guy? Was he suggesting a use? Was this just the most demonstrable video he'd found for the 12" dildo's use? I hunched my shoulders and blushed in embarrassment. He'd obviously watched me take the dildo up my ass. I did this often, when the need for a cock overwhelmed my satisfaction with the vibrator. He must have seen this. And imagined I would like something more adventurous, something bigger for my ass? I looked at the kitchen wall, happy in the certainty that no infrared device could see me through brick and mortar, drywall and stud construction. But I hated that my nipples were hard and my groin buzzing expectantly.

Frustrated, I typed in the second address and was confronted by another gay guy, this one on his hands and knees with my 18" dildo up his ass. Again my eyes popped out at the aggressive use of this dildo. I snapped my mouth closed at the same time I unconsciously drew my feet up and propped them on the edge of the seat cushion.

This was impossible. No human anus could stretch to that size. No human rectum, even a male's, could take that kind of pounding. He wasn't even taking it all, either. The video was entitled: "Anal dildo gay huge toy fucking." I watched it through to the end, amazed and aghast.

Below the video were two rows of related videos, represented by 1" square photos. Hovering the pointer above a photo showed a series of stills. One video made me blink in consternation. I didn't understand what I was seeing. Was that...that couldn't be...no way. I clicked the photo without viewing the stills and waited for the page to load. It just wasn't possible. I had to be seeing wrong. This was trick photography.

It took forever for the video to load and I fidgeted, waiting, worrying my thumbnail. I realized my toes were curled under and looked down at my feet, propped on the chair. I reminded myself of some neurotic teenager awaiting her boyfriends phone call. I put my feet down and my hands in my lap. Finally the video started and I wasn't seeing things. She was a slender blond in black thigh highs. She knelt on a flowered blue couch with the most monstrous dildo up her ass. Incongruously, a large stuffed bunny rabbit sat on the couch to her right, and a long black dildo on the cushion to her left. What she had up her ass was...

"Impossible," I said aloud. I swept hair behind my ears and leaned in close to the screen, almost nose to plastic. The dildo was a reddish gel, flared widely at the base, almost as big around as a dinner plate. The head was easily the size of a 2-litre bottle of Coke, maybe even larger. Half the shaft was in her and she was wagging her tail like a dog, slowly pushing it out. The head caught in her anus and she literally had to force it past the overextended ring. My mouth was almost as round as her stretched anus and my eyes the size of the dildo's base. I could not believe what I was seeing.

"Not possible," I kept repeating. The video, entitled "Huge anal dildo for my tiny cam girl" was only a minute and 57 seconds long. I watched it time and time again, no less flabbergasted each time. It seemed almost acceptable that she fisted herself with ease half a dozen times at the end.

How had she gotten the thing up her? The dildo was larger than every dildo in my apartment put together. I closed the lid of the laptop and crossed my arms. This guy, whoever he was, knew me better than I knew myself. He must have guessed I'd see the girl on the couch with the reddish dildo and become ferociously aroused, which I was. Why else show me the dildos being used anally? He knew I'd want to.

Standing up, I returned to the foyer and picked up the box and carried it to my bedroom.

* * *

No way was I opening the blinds. I was petrified, skittish as a 13 year old with a pair of hands groping her body the first time. I wanted privacy and closed blinds were not enough. Chewing my thumbnail, I wondered what to do. There was a heavy, rubber-backed insulated blanket in the bedroom closet. Ken had bought it as protection against power failures like we'd had two winters ago. I shook it out and eyed the vertical blinds. Just big enough, I thought. Grabbing the kitchen step stool, I draped the blanket over the top of the valance, then waited to see if it stayed. It didn't, so I grabbed a couple pair of Ken's sock and jammed them between the valance and the wall. The blanket now stayed, even when tugged on.

See through that, Mr. Smarty-pants, I thought. Of course, that sounded ludicrous, considering what I'd down in this apartment and what I planned to do.

My apartment. Imagine a rectangle 9" wide by 7" tall. Now divide the rectangle vertically into three equal quadrants, 3" wide. This is roughly the layout of my apartment.

In the top corner of the left quadrant is my apartment door. Running left to right from the door is my little foyer, including the hall closest. The rest of the quadrant is my living room and the balcony. The balcony is perhaps 1" tall at the bottom.

The middle quadrant consists of my dining room, kitchen and den, top to bottom. The kitchen has a door into the dining room and one into the den. A door in the den lets you step down into the living room.

On your imaginary rectangle, take a ¾" tall notch out of bottom of the right quadrant. This accounts for a step back in the face of the building; the den sticks out farther than the bedroom.

The right-hand quadrant consists of the bathroom, bedroom and walk-in closet. A short hallway gives access to the bathroom and bedroom. The hallway is about 4' long and runs left to right in the floor plan. If you walk down the hallway, the door on your left is the bathroom, and the one on the right is the bedroom. Straight ahead is the linen closet. The tub is on the right-hand side of the bathroom, and backs against the walk-in closet, which runs vertically in the right hand corner of the rectangle, the length of the bathroom and linen closet. The rest of the right-hand quadrant is my bedroom. The door to the walk-in closet is in the upper right corner, the bedroom door in the left.

My bedroom window faces the parking lot. My bed is parallel to the window and the headboard is against the end wall, meaning that I look out the window laying in bed. I have the right side of the bed, closet the window; Ken has the left-side, closest the closet and bedroom doors. I explain this in order for you to understand what I do. Earlier tonight, when I was so blissfully enjoying my dildo and vibrator, well sometimes I do that in front of the open bedroom window.

* * *

OK, I've said it. I'm a depraved exhibitionist. Well, maybe not depraved; men are depraved. Shameless, then. Anyway, I've done some really stupid things.

Tonight, for a reason I can't really explain, I had not been exhibiting myself. Ken works shifts, and on the nights he works, I sometimes enjoy myself. Tonight was unusual in respects that I'll explain later on.

Despite the insulated blanket over the window, I remained skittish. What if his binoculars could see my heat image right through the rubber mat. I was the only thing giving off heat in the bedroom besides the light, and I didn't like that idea. After a long moment's consideration, I carried the box back into the dining room and sat it on the table. Looking at your sketch fo my floor plan (assuming you made one), you'll see that I was quite protected there, invisible from any prying eyes, human or electronic. But what did I intend to do?

"What are you going to do?" I asked aloud. What I wanted to do, of course, was try out the proffered dildos. I had dashed into the bedroom in a state of overwhelming arousal; sitting at the dining room table now, considering things with relative dispassion, I looked at things rationally. I wanted the two smaller dildos in my ass, and the larger one for my vagina. (I doubted I had the courage, despite the evidence of the videos, to attempt anything that big anally.) I opened the box and peered inside. First, were they safe?

I lifted out the 9" Super Ballsy-Cock and inspected the package. It was not up to that of say, electronic items, but I detected nothing to indicate the package had been opened before. Neither the package for the 12" long cock. The 18" ogre was in a box, but both ends were sealed with those round plastic circles, and they both looked un-tampered with. So I assumed all three dildo's were new and unused. And then I noticed something else. Hidden in the bottom inside crumpled paper was a jar of KY Jelly. I removed it, ogling the jumbo container, the size of a Vaseline jar, which it was meant to replace, I guess. I searched through the remaining paper and discovered two cartons of KY Personal Lubricant, the size and kind Ken and I use. Now I really was embarrassed. I looked again through the kitchen and den with my x-ray eyes at the parking lot.




Line of Sight



I should explain my apartment development. It's laid out like a stylized, mirror-image letter K. Actually, the parking lot is, with the buildings grouped in clusters along it. If you Google the place, the shape is readily apparent. It could also be construed as the stylized image of a man, facing left, in profile, like what you might see in Egyptian hieroglyphics or in the Andean desert. His arms are raised in homage or offering, his right leg forward, his left leg back, in line with his body. My apartment complex is located at the tip of his right foot, running vertically out of the ground. It's comprised of three separate buildings, my building being the first out of the ground. Each floor contains six apartments; two bedroom apartments on the left side of the building; one-bedroom apartments, like mine, on the right side. Each building is three stories tall. I am (or was) in the front, 2nd floor apartment.

In front of the man's right leg, starting about mid-shin and extending to about his waist is a two-building complex, and directly across from me at twice the distance is another two-building complex, in front of his left leg. It's tilted away from my building at about a 15 degree angle. The end of those two buildings and mine are roughly aligned at the man's ground level. It's that two-building set of apartments I had to worry about. The other two buildings were too far to my left to offer a view into my bedroom window.

Of the six apartments with a view of my bedroom window (all are one-bedroom's I later discovered), the apartments on the far left offered the best chance. This would actually be three apartments, one on each level. I figured the 2nd and 3rd floor apartments offered the best chance; the ones on the ground floor, not so likely, due to elevation differences, but still possible, I guess.

The apartments to the right of that 3-story stack offered a more restricted view of my bedroom, but still plainly saw my bed. My best guess was the top left or the apartment just below it. Sitting there at the dining room table, I could envision it in my mind's eye. And felt depressed. How could I be so stupid? At least, I wasn't being stupid now.

I wanted the black, 12" long cock. I'd reserve the 9" Super Ballsy-Cock for when I went to bed later on, after some of the anxiety passed. The truth was, I wanted to see if I could handle something so big. The thought had me trembling.

Refusing to stand the thing upright off the kitchen floor, I looked around for an alternate place to stick it. The dining room wall immediately came to mind; but I saw a problem there too. I wanted the dildo all the way in me; planting it against the wall could keep me from doing that. My toes might hit the baseboard, and I had no experience fucking a dildo suctioned to the wall. A second option presented itself: The kitchen doorway? I could straddle the wall either side and press back against the jamb. Excited, I dropped to my knees and gave the position a try. It worked perfectly, except my head hit the doorway on the other side when I mimed drawing myself off the dildo, making me laugh. It felt good to laugh.

I trembled, opening the blister pack. I reminded myself—unnecessarily—that I had been given this by party unknown, for the express purpose of humiliating myself further, a purpose I seemed bent on fulfilling. And didn't care. Freeing it, I took it to the kitchen sink and scrubbed the dildo thoroughly with dishwashing detergent, a task I would have performed regardless. Then I dried and weighed it in my hand.

The guy in the video had put this whole thing us his ass, all 12" of it. It seemed impossible to me. For me, at least. The 9" dildo would be a sufficient test of my capabilities, but I didn't really even consider it. I wanted this dildo up my ass.

I had never stuck a dildo on a wall before. I repeated my earlier test and placed my thumb where the dildo should go, then ground my thumb against the paint to leave a mark. Barely distinguishable, but there. I centered the suction cup over the mark and pressed it on. It hung there, drooping naturally, looking horribly real. I giggled and covered my mouth. I shouldn't do this, I thought. I shed the robe, dropped to my knees and hiked up my nightie. Of course, I had forgotten the KY jelly. Sighing, I stood up an retrieved the jar from the dining room table. Glancing at the waiting dildo, I decided I would need it.

* * *

It was after 4 A.M. I was sore as a bride on her wedding night. The virgin bride of Lexington Steele, the porn star. I could barely move. I'd be so sore in the morning.

I was in bed, having finally given in to the need to rest. I was on my tummy with my new 9" fella up my behind, and the vibrator purring happily inside my vagina. My arms were limp at my sides and my face turned to the window. It was still covered by the thermal blanket, so I felt relatively safe. Relatively. Safe enough to be laying there, anyway.

I was in my panties, as well as the nightie. It was a pair Ken had never seen before. They were pushed halfway down my behind, just below the shaft of the dildo. The base overlaid them, tight to the soft material. I had my legs spread, wide enough to allow my fingertips to gently rotate the vibrator when needed. I was laying atop one on my pillows, elevating me slightly. As big as it was, I could barely feel the dildo up my rear end. It was more an emotional presence inside me than a physical one. I was a very happy girl.

I had fucked myself silly with both larger dildos. I had promised my rear end I wouldn't subject it to the 18" monster, but I had broke my promise. I did it only once, but once was enough. That's not why I hurt so badly though; that was the 12" dildo's doing. More precisely, my doings with it.

In the kitchen doorway I had opened the jar of KY and personally lubed the entire shaft with my fingertips. Then I personally lubed myself, using my fingertips again. I lubed myself inside and out. My vagina, I mean. I had committed myself to the thing anally, but I wanted vaginal intercourse with it first. Dropping to one hand, I flipped the nightie up to my waist and backed to the dildo. I touched it along the top of the shaft and repositioned it with my fingertips. I eased back, holding my breath, relocating it in my opening. It was alarmingly big, larger than anything I'd ever put in me before. I should have begun with the 9" dildo, I thought. Regardless, I pushed back until the head forced its way in, making me wince and gasp softly. Wow, that was big!

I waited a moment. "OK," I whispered, "you can do this." I kept imagining someone across the parking lot watching me do this. If not watching, then imagining. The same way I was imagining him, watching me. I pushed back a little more, and the dildo inched in a corresponding distance. I could not imagine anyone slamming himself or herself up and down this shaft. That was insane. I eased forward and then back, forward and back, accustomizing myself to the girth, or trying to. It was a lot to be accustomed to. I breathed through my mouth, found myself staring blankly at the jamb ahead, alternately approaching and retreating from my face.

I had never cheated on Ken. I didn't consider what I did to myself in his absence as cheating. It was simply pleasuring myself, as I'd done all my life. I knew he masturbated in private--all guys do--so he must suspect I did the same. This gifted dildo though--specifically what I was doing with it—may have crossed the line. I felt I was cheating on him now, in some form or another. I was fucking someone else in essence, if not in fact. It might as well be his cock. This should have bothered me more than it did.

The KY did its job and within minutes I was sliding to my limit up and down the shaft. Each push backward drove the tip in a little deeper; each thrust against my cervix stretched me and made me longer. In five short minutes I was screwing the dildo as hard as I'd screwed anything in my life. I panted, my hair swinging back and forth. I repositioned myself to get the best position, looking back over my shoulder to watch the glistening shaft appear and disappear, looking between my legs so that my hair brushed the floor. I lowered myself until my nipples brushed floor also, my left nipple on linoleum, my right against the dining room carpet. I was enjoying myself way too much.

How much am I taking, I wondered? I reached back and felt 4 of the 12 inches protruding from my vagina. I wanted it all, but knew I'd rupture something achieving that. A vagina could stretch only so far. So I concentrated on getting as much enjoyment from the shaft as I could.

Minutes went by. I grew more aggressive, more aroused, more agitated. Holy God, I thought. I was so glad no one could see me. I was practically wanton in my fucking and I did things to the dildo that I'd never done to a real cock, like talking to it, asking it to fuck me harder, telling it what an ideal lover it was, promising it could take me up the ass as soon as it wanted, and assuring it that I'd never had black up my ass before. It was my first. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have it.

The key, I knew, was not looking back until it was in me. Never look down, they say. Getting my nightie clear, I used two fingers to lubricate my anus and the surrounding area, pushing some inside me--pushing a lot inside me--and then guiding the tip between my cheeks and holding my breath. Then I partially chickened out, turned around and lubricate the head and long shaft with gobs of KY. I was trembling when I turned around again. I remembered the first time I'd put something up my rear end, how scary that was, and this was ten times as bad.

"Don't hurt me," I pleaded softly.

I needed my head examined. I kept thinking of the monster inside the box and how I wouldn't use it on myself. I promised myself that, promised it to my rectum and to my asshole. (I hate the word asshole, but I hate the word anus even more.) Easing back, I guided the tip into place with my fingertips and pushed back gently against it. The KY worked again and slowly the head spread me open and then filled me, making me gasp in pain. I held myself motionless until my tortured sphincter relaxed enough to let out my breath.

This really hurt! This was almost the size of a Coke can. Ken joked about me taking a Coke can sometimes, a tease that simultaneously aroused and humiliated me. I had once tried it with another boyfriend when really drunk and high, and had failed. Ken had shown me on You Porn that it was possible, and had gently cajoled me ever since, sometimes seriously, sometimes not. I was doing it tonight without him.

"I bet you wish you could see me doing this," I said to my admirer. "I bet this would really turn you on, wouldn't it? What it is about a girl's asshole that turns you guys on so much?"

I eased back, letting the head travel an inch farther up my ass. It occurred to me this would completely fill my rectum, leaving room for nothing else. Maybe I should have given myself an enema. Enemas always turned me on and I had a kit on the top shelf of my closet. Ken administered them to me sometimes, and sometimes I did them myself, when he wasn't home. He loved how it brought out my submissive side, how they made me squirm and moan with pleasure. He always laughed when I dashed frantically into the bathroom. He always appreciated a clean rectum to fuck.

But I rejected the idea, refusing for any reason to get off my hands and knees and possibly ruin my fun. Besides, the dildo said no. I was to remain right here.

I fucked myself on it, very slowly, inching back more each time until finally the tip bottomed out. I felt with my fingertips and discovered the same length of dildo sticking out of me that I had taken vaginally. Maybe closer to 5", meaning that I had 7" of cock up my rear. The length of the 9" dildo in the box.

I wondered how much more I'd try to force in, how much pain I was willing to inflict on myself. I knew from experience that I'd suffer for this in the morning. The pain would be high up, like at the top of my uterus, a discomfort that embarrassed me all day long, knowing its cause, and that I did it to myself. Having this thing up me would be so much worse.

I started to fuck it again, experiencing the feel of my rectum filling and emptying, filling and emptying, alternately stopping with the head clutched by my asshole, or pulling myself completely off, and then pushing myself back on again. I couldn't decide which method I enjoyed most. My asshole got more of a workout opening and closing, and somehow I liked that idea.

I became wanton again. I was more careful, of course, not thrusting myself back against the tip as I had done in my vagina. That orifice is designed for extended, rough-house workouts, where I knew my rectum wasn't. This was the reason so many gays got AIDS: the rectum was thinner and more vulnerable to damage.

I wondered distractedly what time it was. Craning my neck, and lifting up on my left fingertips, I saw by the microwave clock that it was 1:07 A.M. It struck me that two hours had passed since the doorbell rang. I looked around at the box. I thought hungrily about the monster inside it, waiting for me. I licked my lips, knowing my promise might be broken. I apologized contritely to my rectum and asshole, begging their forgiveness. My rectum reminded me what I already had inside us. I was becoming really sore.

"I don't care," I discounted breezily. "I'm having fun."

Finally, at almost 1:30 A.M, I forced myself to stop. I was sweaty and panting and verging on shamelessness. I had forced myself to take 9" of Lexington's length, doing it time after time after time, and I was now almost too sore to move. I moaned, placing my left hand against my poor belly. It felt bloated and rigid. It complained fiercely, decrying my stupidity. The worse of it was I was completely sober, completely straight; I had nothing to blame this on except my own self. At least Ken plied me with liquor and got me high when he wanted my ass. I had no excuse.

For the last time, I leaned forward and let Lex slip free of my ass. I crawled away, circling on my hands and knees to the other side of the table before helping myself to a standing position and then sitting down.

"Wow," I said aloud. "What am I doing to myself?" I looked at Lex, obscenely drooping from the kitchen doorway. It called to me like a Siren. I could hear its song in my head, luring me back, wanting to wreck me on its shoal. I wanted it to. But I wanted John more. I looked inside the box. "You won't be gentle with me, will you?"

John was too big. I remembered from the video the guy on his knees holding the dildo mid-shaft as he fucked himself. I had no intention of doing that. I wanted to fuck John, not the other way around. Just as I had done to Lex. But I also wanted to leave Lex up, knowing I'd switch back and forth between the two, vagina to asshole. (Yes, I planned to wash Lex before I put him back into my vagina—or my mouth.)

Out of his box, John was unwieldy and much too heavy; gripping him by the base, his head almost drooped to the floor. I discovered he bent in the middle as well, meaning I'd have a hard time getting him in and out of my vagina, much less my ass. And unlike Lex, I doubted I could hold him in place just be leaning against his head. I'd constantly have to be picking him up and repositioning him against my vagina or asshole. There had to be a solution. And, of course, there was.

* * *

Ken would kill me. I laughed, just thinking about it. Not actually kill me, but scratch his head in aggravation over the hole I'd put in the doorjamb with a screw.

"You are nuts," I told myself, giggling. I held Ken's battery driven screwdriver in my hand.

Ken disliked me doing anything to the apartment without his knowledge. The first time I'd hung a picture without his knowledge (two months after I'd moved in with him), he made me take it down again, plaster over the holes myself, and then repaint that section of wall. He had then spanked me for my presumptiveness.

"This is my apartment. Until your name is on the lease, and until you pay half the rent, young lady, you don't poke holes in the walls without asking me first." I had thought he was kidding, but I had found out otherwise. Now, since this apartment was half-mine, both legally and spiritually, I could poke holes in the walls all I liked. He would just find this particular hole unexplainable, that's all. Unless I plastered it up and painted over it, which seemed like a good idea. I still giggled, looking at it.

Actually, what I was looking at was the screw head. The hole was invisible beneath the width of an out of fashion red leather belt, screwed into the middle of the jamb through the middle hole in the tongue. The buckle end was wrapped tightly around John's middle, supporting him against the infallible pull of gravity. Ingenious, I if I did say so myself. Ludicrous looking, but ingenious.

"If it works for bridges, why not dildos?" I asked confidently.

"I'm waiting," John said in a gruff voice. "I don't like being kept waiting. Especially by no white bitch"

I demurely sat the screw-gun down on the table. "You don't have to be so mean about it," I mumbled defensively. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Get over here, bitch."

I obediently circled to the doorway, stood there with my shoulders hunched, shivering slightly.

"Get off that nightie, bitch."

I began to raise it over my head but he tore it violently across the bodice, exposing me. "No!" I protested. "This cost a hundred dollars!" A lie; it cost me $33.50 on Amazon.

He ripped it completely apart, rending the gauzy red material and leaving me completely nude. "Noooo," I mewled again, covering up. He roughly put my arms at my sides.

"You call those boobs? I've seen better racks on a 13 year old. You sure you ain't 13, bitch?"

I shook my head no. He laughed.

"This is how it go. I fuck you cunt, then I fuck you ass. Lex over there, you gonna suck him, while I fuck you. We gonna have a good time with you mouth and you ass too. Here me bitch?"

"My name is not bitch," I complained. I yelped and skipped forward, holding my right butt-cheek. "OK. Ok. You don't have to hit me."

John laughed gruffly again, Lex joining him. I rubbed my sore butt.

"On you knees, bitch," he ordered. I got on my knees.

"Get you ass over here," he ordered. I got my ass over there.

"Lube me up good and thick. I gonna need plenty lube to fit that tight ass of yours." I lubed his front half thoroughly with KY.

Tremulously, I asked: "Can I wash John first? He was up my—"

"No!" he barked, cutting me off.

"Please?" I whined. "He was up my butt."

He grinned salaciously.

"Please?" I repeated.

"I like you sucking John's dirty cock. You afraid of sometin', bitch?"

"Dysentery," I mumbled.

"Disin-what? You dissin' me, bitch?"

"No, sir," I denied meekly. "Dysentery. It's a sickness you get from ingesting feces."

He laughed at me. I blushed bright red.

"Feces?"

"From my behind," I mumbled, mortified.

"I know where feces comes from, bitch. You never tasted you own feces before?"

I couldn't answer the question. He continued to laugh. "Go ahead and clean him then."

I hurriedly snatched Lex off the doorjamb and rushed him to the sink before John changed his mind. I snuck glances at him peripherally. He just continued to hang there and grin, enjoying my discomfort. I wanted to run and hide in the bedroom. When I had Lex spick and span again, I returned him to his place on the jamb. John told me to hurry my ass up. I did.

"Over here, bitch."

"Yes, sir," I muttered compliantly.

"Put you cunt right against my cock."




Line of Sight



I backed, looking over my shoulder, making contact with his head. It felt like the end of that reddish dildo from the video. I shivered.

"You afraid, bitch?"

"Yes, sir," I answered truthfully. I was petrified.

"I gonna fuck the shit out you, bitch. You think Man-O-War been at you tonight. I gonna make you walk like a cowgirl. You ready to get saddle sore?"

"Yes, sir," I agreed again. He roughly pulled me back against his head and I cried out and clamped my jaws and jammed shut my eyelids and bared my teeth and sucked in breath

"That hurts!" I whimpered.

"Course it hurts, bitch! I want it to hurt."

"You don't have to hurt me," I complained. "I'll do what you say."

"I don't want you to do what I say. I want you to do it to you."

So I did it to myself.

If Lex was hard to handle, John was impossible. It felt like a bus trying to fit through the door of a household garage. I whimpered and clenched every muscle as John stretched the mouth of my vagina until it felt two feet wide. I gasped, mouth and eyes popped wide, staring at the floor. Occasionally I bumped Lex with my head, but I didn't register that I should be dutifully sucking him as I mounted John. I was in too much pain to maintain the conversation. I seriously considered pulling off and giving this up. I couldn't understand how anyone could put this up his or her ass. My vagina was screaming at me. And then slowly, the agony eased and I could breath again.

"Oh, my God," I huffed. "That hurts."

John said nothing. Perhaps he couldn't, being in my cunt. Panting, repositioning myself pointlessly, I slowly began to rock back and forth on John's head. It didn't slide in and out, only moved my clenched muscles. He was jammed tight in my hole. "This really hurts," I repeated.

"Suck me to take your mind off it," Lex suggested in his deep bass voice.

I thought that an excellent idea.

With my hands planted, I ran my mouth alongside Lox's shaft and raised him, fitting him into my mouth. Being rubbery was the only reason he fit. He filled my mouth almost as tightly as John filled my vagina.

"This is ridiculous!' I said around the head. "I can't do this." How John understood me I don't know. He laughed--hard to do from inside a vagina, I imagine. Lex laughed into my mouth.

"It's not funny!" I complained. "My joints are about to pop." In fact, my joints felt like someone was hammering a nail into them, or more rightly, into my ears. And my mouth is really big. Just ask Ken.

I rocked forward and Lex slipped deeper into my mouth. I rocked back, and John edged half a millimeter forward. Not much progress here. I had never been plugged from both ends before, certainly not by two blacks. It was a night of firsts.

Conversationally, Lex asked: "So, you like black?"

"You're really big," I panted. "Are all blacks like you?"

Lex and John both laughed.

"What?" I muttered defensively. "I've never done a black guy before."

They both laughed again. Lex said: "We like white folk because their holes so small. A black girl be thrusting back on John like a 10-cent ho. White women we hurt. More fun that way."

"Black girls are bigger?" I asked.

They both laughed again. "Why you think we got such big cocks?"

As the minutes progressed, so did I. Amazingly, my vagina discovered it could stretch to fit even John. John certainly liked it. And Lex seemed to enjoy my mouth.

"You suck pretty good for a white girl, Michelle," he said, pronouncing it as you might a black girl's name; long E instead if I.

Gasping, I said Thank you, and kissed his head.

"Like when you kiss it like that," he said. "Shows the proper deference."

"Respect," John suggested from inside me.

"Reverence," Lex put forth.

"Worship," John said.

"Submissive, more like it," I muttered, drawing admonitions from them both. Lex put my mouth back to work.

It took a while, but even my mouth proved it could handle the chore. One slow push forward, I had Lex enter my throat, and for a time I just held there, battling my gag reflex, trying not to choke, letting my eyes water and my nose run. I've never been good at deep throat, yet here I was, a cock the size of my fist in my throat. Grunting, I eased him farther in, and moved my head whatever way would help. Lex seemed fairly amazed. Speechless, in fact. John was also. Not bad for a white girl.

I refused to give up, telling myself I would put Lex entirely down my throat and even though it never happened, I tried valiantly. Nearly choked myself to death, but I tried.

At 2:25 A.M., I abandoned a disappointed Lex and concentrated on pleasing John. Lex had taken his turn with me earlier, both vaginally and anally; I needed to concentrate on John. Closing my eyes, I sucked my lower lip between my teeth, breathed deeply and pushed and pulled myself up and down John's cock. He was so big, I was stretched so tight, even half an hour of John being in me hadn't changed that. It was still like trying to fuck a bus.

"Oh, my God," I moaned. I missed my nightie and regretted tearing it off. Letting John tear it off me, I mean. It was my favorite piece of lingerie and it practically cuddled my small breasts. Just seeing it in the mirror released a hormone rush that made me shiver. A blue one hung in my closet, but it wasn't the same. I missed my red nightie. I always felt sexier in something see-thru and red.

I became shameless again. I forced myself farther and farther and father back onto John's shaft. I assaulted my cervix mercilessly, making it seek a restraining order against me. I ignored the order, dragging my hair on the floor, my nipples, my ribs, my chin, my cheeks, getting the 8" I wanted. Sweat soaked my hair and ran in rivulets down my cheeks. My underarms were damp and I could smell myself now. I breathed with my mouth wide open. I humiliated myself in front of Lex, and I hadn't attempted the impossible yet.

My God, I though. it was 3:15 A.M. I had done this for 45 minutes now. My vagina felt like a pit under construction with blasting. Why, I kept asking myself, was I doing this to myself? And I knew what was coming next. I looked at Lex.

"I'm going to do it now."

Lex shook his head. "Bad idea."

"I have to try," I insisted. "I did it with you."

Lex pointed out the obvious difference in size. I reminded him of the gay guy on his knees, and the blonde girl with her uber-dildo.

"Remember what their assholes looked like when they took it out," he reminded me unnecessarily.

"I know," I muttered. "I'm really stupid to do this."

"You were stupid to do it with me."

Apologizing, I eased myself off John's shaft and went to the bathroom. I needed to pee like a racehorse but it came out like a 90 year old man with a prostate. I moaned as it dribbled into the bowl. I was being so stupid. Did I want to ruin myself, perform my own hysterectomy? It felt like I'd had already had one, without anesthesia.

"Are you coming out?" I pleaded.

It came out a drop at a time. I was becoming scared now. Finally, something relaxed and a pencil thin stream emptied me after a minute or two. I wiped myself, grossed out by the mess of KY and my own personal lubricant. I giggled, wiping my behind. Then I remembered that I needed it, gross or not I flushed the toilet and hobbled back to the kitchen.

"I'm ready now," I said. "Um, just a second, okay?" I semi-dashed into the bedroom and into the closet and slipped on my blue nightie. I smoothed it in place, enjoying the feel of soft nylon. It's touch made me shiver. I still missed my red one, but I had made that bed myself so I couldn't complain. I hurried back to John and Lex.

"You sure about this?" Lex asked.

"Shut up nigger!" John yelled at him. "The bitch—"

"Please don't call me that!" I cried. "My name is Michelle! And I don't like the N-word either. Please don't use that in front of me: it's insulting, as well as offensive. Two of my best friends are black." Actually, three were, but Rochelle came to mind only after I'd spoken. Rochelle was the only girl I'd ever kissed and meant it.

John glared at me one-eyed, unrepentant. Lex grinned. "Pay the girl some respect, bitch. She could always take you down and pack you away."

"Or shit-can you," I threatened.

John grumbled, but agreed not to call me bitch anymore, nor Lex the N-word. I felt much better about that. I really hate the N-word.

John invited me to my knees and I complied, flipping my nightie out of the way. I backed against him, wincing at the already painful contact. I assumed I had a hemorrhoid. A big one. They say the best remedy for hemorrhoids is to ass-fuck them away, so I had that covered. I rubbed myself up and down on his head, sighed, and apologized.

"Sorry. I'm not lubricated enough."

I applied copious amounts of KY to both John and myself, grinned sheepishly and backed against him again. I felt lubed enough to handle a telephone pole. It felt like a telephone pole behind me. I gently pressed back and moaned as my asshole started to spread. The moan wasn't entirely from pleasure. I got bigger, and bigger, and bigger and bigger. Finally I halted, looking over my shoulder and between my legs in disbelief. It felt like The Hulk was fisting me. I panted, hoping to ease the pain a little. It didn't work. "I can't do this," I whined.

"Sure you can. Just hold still until your asshole adjusts."

"Easy for you to say," I muttered angrily. "It's not your asshole." In fact, it didn't feel like my asshole either. How could something do this to me and not be in me all the way? It felt exactly like the red dildo had felt to the blond girl. I know, because I felt that way myself.

What if I ripped a muscle? What my rectum tore and I started to bleed inside? I thought this a distinct possibility. I put my forehead against the floor and panted, counted to 10, and then upwards to a hundred. Finally the pain started to ease. I exhaled, shook my head back and forth, watched my hair drag the floor. Was this even worth it? I craved sexual challenge, but how much challenge could my orifices take? What if my asshole stopped working and I had to wear diapers? I laughed, daunted by the possibility. What would Ken say to me? What would my mother?

I stretched up and read the microwave clock. It was twenty minute to four. I said to John and Lex: "I'm putting this into me, I'm gonna fuck myself on it for a little while, and then I'm going to bed."

I will be in bed no later than 4 o'clock, I told myself. Enjoy me while you can, boys.

How I did it, I don't know. I squirmed and I writhed, I panted and gasped, I moaned and I mewled and eventually, though shear obstinacy alone, I pushed myself back until the tip bottomed me out. I looked back, insanely rewarded, almost gloating. See there, I told my asshole and rectum, I knew you could do it. My asshole and rectum weren't talking to me.

I didn't become wanton. I became very heedful and restrained. I ass-fucked John at half a mile an hour, closed my eyes and opened my mouth and let my hair drag the floor; what I didn't do was make a fool of myself. At 3:55 A.M., I unplugged myself, crawled away and had the dining room table assist me to my feet. I gazed down at John and Lex with mixed emotions: satisfaction, disbelief, pride and self-loathing. I could barely stand up. I put my hand behind me and held my bottom. I'd fucked a telephone pole.

* * *

I wasn't taking them down, John especially. I limped into the kitchen and removed a can of Diet Coke and snapped open the lid with pitifully trembling fingers. My whole body trembled. I realized, with some consternation, how exhausted I was. I had been fucking myself since 10 o'clock last night. Oh my God, did I hurt.

I downed the can of soda in one long awkward series of gulps, and then opened another can. This one I drank only marginally slower. I opened a third, wanting one for my aching rear end. Oh, how it throbbed. Turning off the light, and the dining room light, I limped into the bedroom and went to my drawers for a pair of panties. They were blue and white and red striped, made of comfortable cotton, and decidedly modest as goes my underwear drawer. I somehow got them on and snugged into place and went back to the dining room table. I had forgotten Mike. How could I forget Mike? I was embarrassed, and ashamed. I also picked up one of the boxes of KY Personal Lubricant and took it with Mike and me into the bedroom.

My arms and legs were alarmingly noodley. Collapsing on the bed, I opened the box with Mike sitting comfortingly in my lap, removed the tube and made sure it hadn't been tampered with. I wanted nothing to do with jelly belonging to John and Lex. I lubed Mike completely, sat him upright on the nightstand and lay down and pulled down my panties. Within moments I was purring happily with Mike up my behind, the vibrator pulsing my vagina, and my arms relaxed at me sides. I smiled dreamily at the window, drifting toward sleep. And then the damned doorbell rang.

* * *

I jerked awake and bolt upright on my hands and knees. I looked at the clock, saw that it was 4:07 AM, and then stared at my bedroom door, open-mouthed.

Not again! Had the doorbell just rang? Had I imagined it? I was mostly asleep, or in something approximating it sexually, so it could have been a dream. I looked at my bedroom window, making sure the blinds were still closed and covered by the blanket—they were—and waited with choked breath to see if would ring again. It didn't.

Who was it, at 4:07 AM in the morning?

As if I didn't know.

But what if it was Ken?

Panic-stricken, I leaped off the bed, expelling both the dildo and the vibrator, which I snatched desperately off the floor and jammed under the mattress. I fumbled the tube of KY, bumbling it from one hand to the other as I listened for keys in the door—thank God I had the security chain on—caught it in mid-drop and jammed it under the mattress too. It made me nearly hysterical thinking about Lex and John mounted to the kitchen doorway. I hobbled bandy-legged into the hall and down to the kitchen door and pried Lex off the jamb. Still no keys in the door, still no second doorbell ring. I stood hunched over and panting, Lex in my left hand, the head of John in my right, ready to rip him off the wall. I slowly calmed, receded from hyperventilation, felt my heart slow.

It could not be Ken. I'd talked to him even as I lay in bed at 10 o'clock lubricating the 7" dildo. It could not be Ken. That left only one possibility.

Releasing John and placing Lex on the table, I tiptoed to the apartment door and peeked out. No one there. I looked as far down as I could through the peephole, but of course, saw nothing. There was a box out there though; I knew it. Releasing the deadbolt and turning the knob, I inched open the door for confirmation.

"What are you doing?" I demanded querulously. I listened as I had listened earlier, then eased the door closed and unfastened the chain. My hands trembled, my heart pitter-pattered in my chest, and I think I may have peed myself.

What was in the box? Only one way to know, I thought, so I opened the door, kicked the box inside and hurriedly shut the door again and locked it. Then I just stared at the box.

This was insane. My watcher had been watching me. He knew I was awake. He'd probably watched the apartment all night long, praying I'd open the blinds and perform for him. Which I had, but hadn't let him see. Now he'd brought over Box Number 2 and left it on my stoop. Out of anger? Frustration? What if it contained a bomb. Michelle go boom. The thought sent a shiver down my spine and broke me out the goose-pimples. I backed a step away.

"Don't be insane. He couldn't possibly think you'd open the window and dance for him tonight, stupid. See what's in the box." I stepped forward again; squat down (with some difficulty) and peeled back the packing tape. Inside were three new items. I looked at the balcony curtains in consternation.

"You must be joking."

The one item I understood. They were anal beads. A long tapering Christmas tree of plastic balls about 12" long. The two other items mystified me. I fingered one, and then the other, and then removed them from the box, jumping a little when they straightened out. Each was 2' long and basically a rubber sword. Long dildos with handles. And I mean long. I held up the narrower, lighter one and looked at it in astonishment.

"Is this what I think it is?" It couldn't be. It just couldn't. But of course, it was. I began to giggle.

"No way. No way am I going to use this." I looked at the balcony doors again and laughed. I began to shake with laughter.

He'd given me two dildos specifically designed to be put up the ass...and then worked into the colon. In fact, the one in my hand, measuring 24" along the shaft, and another 4" behind the guard, 28" in all, would almost certainly do the trick. The shaft was no larger around than a normal size cock, and smaller than any of my dildos. It could possibly work. The other one, forget it. It was large and convoluted and for show only. I laughed, imagining it protruding from me like a tail, being wagged. The image sent an erotic shiver down my spine. The fourth item in the box was an enema kit.

"Okay, now this is sick." I held up the box and read the pieces Included:

-Hanging Tab

-Hook

-Bottle

-Stopper

-Douche Pipe

-Enema Pipe

-Pipe Adapter

-Shut-Off Clamp

-Tubing

-Adapter Cap

It was just like the one I had in the closet.

"You motherfucker," I muttered uneasily. "How do you know me so well?" I looked at the balcony curtains again. I looked toward my bedroom again. "I can tell you this: I am never opening my blinds again."

I dropped the carton into the box, returned the two swords and the purple Christmas tree, added Lex and the jar of KY, and then dismounted John from the jam. I placed him rather reverentially into the box, and then dropped in the belt. I retrieved Mike from under the mattress and dropped him in too. The other box I cut into pieces with a steak knife, put them in the box also, and then carried the full box into the bedroom and hid it in the back of my closet. I had every intention of dropping the box into the dumpster tonight. I ritualistically brushed my hands and was done with it. I then went into the bathroom to wash my hands and then I returned to bed, and to Edward and my vibrator Jacob.

* * *

I awoke at 6:18 A.M. I was on my tummy, with Edward tucked tightly into my butt. Jacob I had abandoned before I went to sleep. Rigid, pointed vibrators are nothing to fall asleep with. I groaned and looked at the clock, and then at my bedroom door, and then at the safely cloaked window. Had I heard something? Probably just one of the neighbors moving around. Regardless, disgruntled and muttering, I climbed out of bed and crept to the front door, holding Edward in place with my hand. My panties rode up and down as I walked, slowly working themselves down beneath my butt cheeks. I let them. At the peephole I gazed out, saw no one, and cracked the door. No box, either. I sighed, closed and relocked the door, and tehn returned to the bedroom, detouring for a not so quick pee. My insides were still screwed up.

The sun was not quite up and the bedroom darker than usual because of the window treatment. I was not refreshed by the short catnap, but I was newly horny, and wanted Jacob back in me again. I laid down and slipped him under my panties and his cold metal point against my clitoris and turned him on. He drove me almost instantly crazy. I gasped and twisted onto my side, scrunching up, curling my toes and locking my teeth together. Sometimes I hit myself just right, and this time I did. I moaned loudly and with my left hand inched Edward in and out of my asshole. He felt twice his normal size. I ached inside like a toothache and didn't care. It occurred to me I should take something for it. I wouldn't until later. I was done getting off the bed and I eventually fell asleep.




Line Up



"Are you guys ready?" she asked uncertainly.

"I'll go first," one of them replied. He stepped forward, a smug smile on his lips, and glared down at her challengingly. The others all watched expectantly.

This was it: her last chance to back out. No, sorry it was all a joke. Ha ha. Goodbye.

But if she did that she'd never get an opportunity like this again. She made up her mind.

She tossed her dark hair back defiantly and, holding his gaze, lowered herself to her knees in front of him. The smile vanished from his face as she ran a hand up his leg and felt his thigh muscles tense. His zip was incredibly loud in the sudden still silence of the room.

"I thought you said you were ready," she scolded slightly as she pulled his half limp cock out from his underwear. "I'll fix it."

His eyes rolled up into his head as she took his cock in her warm mouth and started sucking. As he moaned, she gazed around the amazed faces of the other men. So, they were obviously thinking, she had been serious after all.

As the first guy's cock grew in her mouth, stretching her jaw, she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and started pumping him. The second guy now had a huge bulge in his pants, and moved forward, not only getting a better view but claiming his right to be next. She smiled and felt the juices stirring between her own legs. This was going to be so much fun.

She licked around the head of the first guy's cock and tasted his flavour leaking from his slit. She tongued it gently and heard him moan above her. Well, that certainly shut him up. He was warming up well and started thrusting gently into her mouth. She controlled him with one hand, while her other reached down under her own dress. Her juices had already begun to soak through her panties. She pulled them aside with one finger and easily slid another finger into her slick opening.

She moaned at her own touch then noticed the other faces watching her intently, enjoying the show. Well, if it was a show they wanted...

While still sucking that gorgeous cock, she leant forward and pulled her dress up over her hips and around her waist. There were murmurs of approval as her shapely legs and white panties came into view. The murmurs became cheers as she revealed her bra. With some difficulty, she managed to pull the dress over her shoulders and as she pulled her head back he came. She held her dress forward and the string of cum jerked through the neck of her dress, neatly missing it, and landed on her chest and bra.

The first guy fell back with a sigh and the second took his place. He undid his belt and let his jeans fall to the floor to reveal his stiff cock pointing up at a sharp angle. She suddenly understood where the term 'going down' originated. She tossed her dress into a safe corner, knelt up and lowered her mouth over her new cock. He moaned and thrust between her lips and she felt the satiny smooth skin brush the back of her throat. She lowered her head and gagged a little, but held him there while she reached behind her and undid her bra. She wiped as much cum off her bra as she could with her hands and threw it in the corner too, then wiped her sticky hands against her thighs. While she'd been busy the rigid cock had slid further into her throat, making it harder for her to swallow. Saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth and covered her chin and she used the lubrication to bob her head faster and deeper over the second cock. He didn't last much longer.

With a gurgle he thrust his cock forward, but she was faster and pulled back. His cum splashed over her neck and breasts, and dripped and mingled with the previous load. She dipped a finger into the warm liquid and compared its taste to the previous one. It was sweeter but thinner and she wondered what the next one would taste like. She didn't have to wait long to find out.

She felt her head grabbed by the next guy and a thick throbbing cock was shoved roughly down her throat, almost choking her. He entwined his hands in her hair and started fucking her face. She could smell his excitement and relaxed her throat, and his cock slid faster between her lips. She put out a hand to steady herself and grabbed someone's naked leg. With her head held firmly, she was unable to see who it was but she slid her hand up the thigh, reaching expectantly for another rigid cock. She wasn't disappointed and started pumping it with one hand while her other hand reached inside her soaked panties again.

Her clit was incredibly sensitive and as she slid a finger inside herself, a mini orgasm rocked her body. The voices around her were cheering her on, begging her to show them more. Then she felt hands stroking her arse and her panties were pushed down so her audience could watch her perform. She lifted her legs one at a time and her helper removed her panties and threw them aside with the rest of her clothes.

She was now naked, on her knees, fingering herself with one hand and pumping a cock with her other hand while her mouth was fucked like a discount whore's cunt. The man she was sucking pushed her and she fell backwards, spilling saliva and precum from her mouth over her own tits. He tugged his cock twice and his cum streamed over her thighs and pubes. Another cheer, then seconds later another gush of cum from the cock she'd been wanking spilled over her arm and ribs. She felt the warm liquid cover an erect nipple and, loving the sensation, she spread some on her other nipple and started squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger.

The men crowded round her now. Another cock was thrust into her mouth as she lay back, and she could see more cocks wanking above her, aimed at her gorgeous tits and wet pussy. Their warm hands stroked and squeezed her while their cum cooled the patches of her skin where it had landed.

Another cock came in her hand. She swapped hands, using her cum filled hand to further lubricate her pussy while reaching for another hard cock with her free hand. Warm salty cum splashed against the back of her throat and she thrust three fingers inside herself and came again on her own hand. As she writhed in ecstasy the cock came out of her mouth and another burst of cum splashed against her milky white shoulder. She recovered somewhat to find herself with only one cock.

A couple of guys were laying exhausted round the room, and at least one had already left. One last man was standing back naked but watching and waiting. She smiled coyly at him, then placed the cock she was holding in her mouth. Two sucks and it exploded between her lips. She didn't swallow and as the cock was pulled out of her mouth, she smiled and cum drooled from the corners of her mouth down her chin. The cock's owner looked about quickly, grabbed his clothes, then scurried out of the room.

She looked into the last man's eyes and licked her lips. He grinned at the sight of her then strode forward, his long cock swaying as he did. In response, she slowly pulled herself up on all fours and sinuously stretched up onto her knees until her eyes were level with his navel. She reached a hand towards his cock and he reached out towards her as if to help her up. Instead he firmly took her wrist and held her arm over her head. She looked up at him shyly while a drop of cum fell from her chin onto her dark nipple. She reached her other hand towards his cock and he took that too and held it over her head. His gaze shifted from hers and she followed it to her pert breasts which were stretched high. Even though her hands were held, she bobbed her head forward and tried to take his cock in her mouth. He pulled it away teasingly, then put it back and rested it on her lips. She opened her mouth and he pulled away again. She held still and waited patiently with her mouth open. It was only a matter of time and sure enough, he slid his cock forward, used it to wipe the cum from her chin, then slid it onto her tongue. Slowly she slid her tongue down the length of his shaft, then back up and over his swollen purple head. He moaned and one knee almost buckled, but he still held her arms high. Ever so slowly, she inched his cock further and further into her mouth until she could feel his head against the back of her throat. With a sudden push of her head his cock slid down her throat. She pulled back sharply before she gagged, held his cock on the back of her tongue until she relaxed, then repeated the process several time. He shuddered and sighed under her ministrations and she gradually increased her pace, pretending her throat was a warm soft cunt that his cock was ploughing into.

Two more thrusts and she'd have him. But he must have realised the same thing, and suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth. Saliva dripped onto her breasts. Using her arms, he lowered her onto her back and knelt over her. She figured he wanted to cum on her breasts, but instead he lowered his mouth to her nipple and licked it. Shivers ran down her spine as he began to lap at the juices on her breast, then engulfed it fully in his mouth and sucked at her aching nipple.

He brought her wrists together and held them with one hand, not that she tried to stop him. While still feasting on her tit, he placed his now free hand between her legs. She was soaked with juices and he further spread them around her cunt and easily slid his fingers inside her. She gasped as they entered her, but then he slid them out and found her clit. She started pressing her hips up against his hand, trying to fill herself with his fingers once more, but he just rubbed her clit harder and faster making her shudder with delight. While still holding her down, he licked his way across her shoulders, up her neck and down her chest, licking up the many deposits that covered her skin, until he took her other nipple in his mouth. She writhed under his fingers and tongue and, as the orgasm began to shake her, he bit her nipple making her cry out with pleasure. She arched her back, forcing her breast further into his mouth, then fell back to the floor. She could feel her whole body throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

When she relaxed somewhat, he released her wrists and continued lapping down her body while his other hand absently stirred the juices in her pussy. His tongue traced a trail around the undersides of her breasts, flicked lightly over her ribs, glided across her stomach and scooped up the contents of her navel. He continued to lick and suck along the gentle curve of her waist and over her hips and frustrated her by slowing down as he nibbled the tops of her thighs. When he reached her drenched pussy, he removed his soaked fingers from her and fed them into her mouth. She obligingly licked and sucked the juices from his fingers while he lapped and stroked the juices from her pussy with his tongue. As she slid her tongue between his fingers, he slid his tongue into her cunt to feast on her contents, and as she sucked his fingers clean, he sucked her clit while she moaned in bliss. She placed her hands on his head but he lifted her knees over her back, again took both her wrists in his hands, held her down, then buried his face in her cunt. She was so sensitive she tried to wriggle away, but his grip was too strong. His tongue darted in and out of her, pumping her cunt and ravishing her clit. Her juices oozed out of her and this just seemed to spur him on. The sensations soon overwhelmed her and she cried out as yet another orgasm shook her tiring body.

He let her go and she fell back, limp and relaxed. Her face was flushed and her skin was warm. His face was covered in her dew. By her wrists he pulled her gently to her knees then stood in front of her, waiting. She took his balls in one hand and gently massaged them. She took his stiff member in her other hand and she could feel it throbbing under her touch. She pulled the skin forward over his swollen head and he moaned as she did so. Gently, she took him in her mouth, softly sucked him for a moment then plunged him down her throat twice. She felt his balls contract and she pulled her head back and gazed up at him. His face was twisted into a silent scream and his first spurt of cum arced across her face trailing from her fringe across her eye and the tip of her nose to the corner of her mouth. She opened wide and aimed the second spurt to splatter across her cheek and fill her mouth. She placed her tongue under the head of his cock and caught most of the third spurt, though some dripped down her chin. She gently milked his cock and licked it clean until he fell to his knees in front of her. Looking through cum covered eyelashes she smiled at his face, shiny with his sweat and her juices. He smiled back then leaned forward and licked her eyes. He licked her forehead and ran his tongue down her nose and across her cheek. He scooped up the trickle of cum from the tip of her chin and followed its trail back to the corner of her mouth.

She parted her lips and, ever so gently, he kissed her.



Linen Pants



For years I have been pestering her to see the true sexiness and utter horniness of sharing her with someone. At times we are screwing , just talking of the sexual events of her college years would make her cunt irresistibly wet, her orgasm more intense, a thin stream of cum erupting from her pussy as I withdrew to slam into her again and again. Yet she never relented, never allowing the bedroom sex deviation to enter into the cold light of reality. Except this one night, it is something that we have never discussed, as if it never happened. So silent is this sliver of time that sometimes I think it is me who imagined it, but I know it is true, her sticky cunt, the semen on her breasts and the intense pleasure we felt can never be imagined.

It was a lazy Friday, the heat of August had begun to taper off, the yearly monsoon season was bringing cool winds and patchy clouds to our normally featureless sky. We sat on the balcony enjoying the view and cooling breeze. The table had the usual ice bucket and it's compatriots for an evening of drinks. Maybe a friend would drop by, maybe a few. My wife had showered, wearing the style of clothes that make my eyes wander all over her curves, eyeing her breasts, looking for a hint of dusky nipple showing through her delicate bra and billowy top. Her white linen pants showed her panty, just. The hint of purple knickers drove me wild. She was scented with Channel, Coco nonetheless. She was the epitome of demure sexiness, totally alluring. 

My wife is a good Muslim girl, but she can be so much more than that. She can be a tigress, with the sexiness that only far more experienced women show. White men, particularly European men tap into her horniness, In college there were many who were vying to fuck her dark cunt, one may have even penetrated her religious and cultural limits, making her cross the invisible line between good girl and bad girl. In tears she has orgasm after orgasm narrating how she wouldn't let him slip his finger from the side or her panty into her dripping wet cunt. While I pound away like a man possessed. I do not know why it is that I want to share my wife, I am not gay, a few other writers on literotica have identified much of what I feel, but to tap into this dark desire of mine is something I must do. In a country like Pakistan however, the cross roads of the wild wild east it seems impossible, people here largely lack the maturity to accept such a kink in themselves or others, so I am a closet wife sharing fiend locked away.

Anyway, coming back to that fateful and erotic night, my wife was looking awesome, her dark blue gypsy top showed her cleavage, that was encased in a lacy and sheer blue bra, you could make out the swell of each breast and if the back light was right, a plum dark nipple was visible, her nipples got darker when erect and become even more visible to a determined gazer like me. Her linen pants hugged her wide butt, showing the curve of each cheek, highlighted by her chalky purple panties, CK no less.

The radio was on, listening to our favourite retro music program. She swirled her glass, the dewy condensation dripping into the floor. Her hand had a cigarette, she smoked and took a slow long sip of her highball glass, enjoying the fresh feeling of coming out of the shower and relaxing outside. She eased back, allowing the top to open a bit from the centre, the round of her breast showing. She looked smug and very sexy. Her lips were a deep maroon, her face made up with the lightest of makeup, she really didn't need any. Time passed with us in deep conversation. my cock was awake, each time i glanced at her, my mind would think erotic thoughts of disrobing her and burying my face into her pussy. Watching her was divine pleasure within herself. 

There have been times in the middle of the monsoon rain we would screw like jack rabbits on the roof in the rain, the drops beating down on her breasts as I shoved by dick into her slippery cunt. My wife can be a temptress, taking my cock into her mouth while I have been driving down the dark streets of Karachi, allowing me even to let my cum stream into her mouth.

By now we were pretty buzzed, the alcohol had made us limber and brought down our inhibitions, my wife was languid and looking even sexier by the minute, our conversation gravitated towards sex and by sitting next to her I could stroke her right nipple to attention. just as I was doing this, there was a squeak from the screen door as it opened, it seems our male friend had walked in at the most inopportune of moments. We invited him in pretending that nothing was happening, yet her erect nipples belied the situation. Our friend sat across from, the backlight was having a marvelous effect, showing the roundness of my wife's breasts. Alia got up to mix a drink for our friend, she bent low, allowing her top to fall forward, showing her lacy bra encased breasts. She sure knew how to get attention. Our friend was a stumbling man in front of my sexy wife, I knew he desperately wanted to fuck her or even touch her, I enjoyed the torture she put him through and how she drove me wild.

Alia got up to head to the bathroom, my desire was raging, my cock hard in my pants and from the look of it our friend had a distinct bulge in his pants. Somewhere in that haze of alcohol and desire I decided today was going to be the day that I drew my wife out of her conservative shell and embark into a new journey. I followed Alia into the bathroom, shoving her up against the sink counter, mauling her breasts, pinching the dark nipples through the thin gauzy shirt, biting her neck. I shoved my other hands into the white linen pants and felt her wet sex through the panty, she was hot and her ragged breathing showed she was about to come. I pulled her panty to the side and slipped two fingers deep into her cunt as my thumb found her clit and started rubbing it up and down. Her hands pushed and pulled me, one pulling at my cock while the other pushing me away, her desire was making the walls crumble. I gave her a quick orgasm, a rip tide that washed over her yet unpegged her control, this little orgasm was not going to suffice.

I left her alone in the bathroom, not a word spoken, yet volumes were said. I came back to the balcony, my friend had a kind of smirk, I grinned and told him I had to pee first. When Alia returned, our two cocks were straining to get out, she had changed her top, wearing a white thin tee shirt that for years I had been trying to get her to wear. It hugged her breasts and was so thin that her dark ruby chocolate nipples pushed outwards. I was about to leak my cum in my shorts. Our friend was mesmerized, yet nothing was spoken, Alia made a fresh round of drinks, her tits coming eye level with our friend has her took the glass from her hand. My wife did a quick turn and promptly shoved her delicious ass into his face. He almost choked on his drink.

Alia came and sat next to me, her legs parted much more than usual, I slid my hand onto the inside of her thigh, inching closer to the heat emanating from her pussy. I removed it instantaneously, afraid that I was already going too far. By now a good portion of the scotch bottle has finished, but the fear of crossing the line remained. Deep down I knew I had to push it otherwise it was not going to happen. I put my arm around her shoulder and let it drop to her breast, she looked up as I grazed her nipple with my finger tips, she smiled and gasped. Our friend squirmed in his seat, his cock pushing out for release.

I looked back at Alia and kissed her deeply, her mouth opened in that lust filled and helpless way, as the tide of desire carried her forward. I motioned to our friend to come sit beside us, He rose like a transfixed zombie and made his way to her other side. While kissing Alia I popped her buttons allowing her tits and bra to make a grand entrance. i heard him gasp with desire as I pushed the shirt to the side and allowed her right nipple to show. Her nipple was angry ruby chocolate with desire. I pulled at her nipple hard, through the film of her bra, her whole body reacted. There were silent moans but no words were spoken. The night watchmen whistle could be heard, the wind in the trees made the leaves rustle as if the heavens were opening to engulf us in desire.

I kissed her neck, biting and tugging at her neck. It always drives her wild. When I opened my eyes I found that her hand had wandered, resting on our friends leg halfway up to his cock, a dick that I knew she wanted to take in her mouth. I let my hand slide down to her pants, I squeezed her sex into my hand, pulling the lips of her wet yet hidden cunt together to bring down more of her juice. This set her off the edge, plunging her into desire more than ever before, her back arched, her shirt parted and my our friend dove down to lick her breast, he lost all control and needed to touch her that instant.

I slipped my hand into her linen pants and pushed down her panty, her thin dark landing strip was visible, the rest of her cunt was smooth from years of devoted waxing. i heard a moan as my friend saw her cunt for the first time. Alia lay back, helpless yet enjoying the surrender. My friend grew bolder by the minute, understanding that she needed to be taken and would do little unless forced, her character would not give up without a fight. He undid his pants and pulled out his large cock, fat and much bigger than mine. He dragged her hand and made her touch his erect cock, she grasped it and trembled with desire, she leaned down and in one fluid motion took him into her mouth, sucking the bulbous head with her eyes closed.

Anger welled up inside, jealousy, greed. I stood up and pulled my pants down and grabbed her hair, I pulled her off his cock and shoved her mouth onto mine. She groaned with desire, being used like a slut between two men. My friend stripped her shirt off, yanking her bra down, pulling her pants as well. She was standing in all her beauty in just her purple knickers. We placed her back on the sofa as he parted her legs and started licking at her pussy, her panty still on but of no use any more. her breasts heaved. I stood silently and jacked my cock as she looked up at me, my friend was going to town on her pussy as she smiled and mouthed I love you. Everything was going to be all right.



Lines



'LINES' is entirely self contained, although the three main characters first appeared in the 'Please!' story

Heartfelt gratitude goes to PrincessKiwi, who not only inspired this role-playing fantasy (with the short and sweet 'Sir' stories) but also gave me invaluable help and advice during the writing of it.

If you like it, then that's due to Princess' influence. If you don't, then blame me for making a pig's ear out of a silk purse.



I parked my car on the gravel drive that snaked its way to the mock-Tudor building. Through the fake leaded-light windows it was plain to see the party was in full swing. Relax!, I told myself, you may actually enjoy it. With a sigh I straightened my tie, resenting its tightness around my neck.

The house itself belonged to Tricia's parents, who were away on a month long holiday in some suitably expensive and exotic location. It was the venue for a party celebrating the birthday of Tricia's close 'friend'; Lucy . 

Tricia had invited me earlier that week:

"I decided to push the boat out for Lucy's 19th and have a bash at my parent's place. It beats going down the pub for a pint and a pickled egg," she said after we had finished our Sociology exam. "And if anyone wants to get drunk, there's tons of empty bedrooms, so they can sleep it off rather than driving home pissed."

"Are you sure Lucy wants me there?" I asked, thinking that Tricia's new found lover had never really shown any interest in me.

"Yeah, she likes you a lot, she's just too shy to show it, anyway you're my mate and I want you to come."

I raised my eyebrows, in slight surprise. Although Tricia and I got on very well and we'd had casual sex once before, the difference in our ages (her 19 to my 33) meant that beyond the odd class session in the pub, we had no contact outside college life.

"Why, thank you Trish, I'm touched." I said with a cheeky smile and fake sincerity. 

She punched me playfully on the arm.

"Don't push your luck Dickhead." she scolded, before stepping up very close to me. "You will come though, won't you? Honestly, Lucy would be very grateful." she added, with an enigmatic glint in her eye.

I agreed to go, but I had my reservations. Even though most of the people there would be my class mates, the relative age difference could mean I end up feeling like a spare prick at a wedding. Still, if this wasn't part of the duties (or perks ) of being a 'mature student', I didn't know what was.

At about seven o'clock on the night of the party, Tricia rang me.

"Still coming?" she said.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Dunno, just checking that your still up for it."

"Don't worry, I'll be there." There was a short pause.

"Erm... would you mind wearing a suit?" she asked.

"What!?"

"Yeah I Know it's a bit weird, but it would make everything just right. Please wear one... for me?!"

"But why!?" 

"Because... I want you to look smart for Lucy."

"Smart?: I'll look more like a mourner at a fucking funeral!" I wasn't joking, my one and only suit was bought purely to wear at a funeral.

"Pleeease." Tricia whined.

"Ok, ok." I surrendered, then added: "This better not be a wind-up, Trish, or I swear I'll nick the family silver."

"Great, see you in an hour." she giggled and hung up.

Weird, I thought. In fact the whole Tricia/Lucy relationship had seemed weird at first. Although it had been rumoured at college that Lucy was a lesbian, Tricia had always been a card-carrying cock lover; her male conquests were legendary. When the two of them got together, I suspected no-one was more surprised than Tricia herself. She had confided to me that, not only were they exploring the DOM/sub sides to their natures, but Lucy had also begun to express a growing curiosity in men. Sometimes I just couldn't keep up.

I showered, dressed and checked my appearance in the mirror, I had the same thought I always have when I see myself in a suit: Who the fuck are you? It wasn't me, that's for sure. Staring back from the mirror was a rather serious, up-tight guy who looked as if butter wouldn't melt. I hated wearing suits; they just didn't suit. 

So, an hour late, I sat in my car, watching the figures through the window, a knot of nervous tension having it's own party in my stomach. I got out of the car and crunched my way noisily to the front door. From within I could hear the muffled tones of some 'poppy' band. I shook my head and cast my gaze to the heavens, What am I doing here?

I knocked loudly on the door and after a pause was greeted enthusiastically by the excited Tricia. She had dressed very oddly. Her long blond hair was harshly tied back and she had donned a pair of thick rimmed glasses. Her body was clothed in a crisply ironed white shirt (buttoned up to the neck); a tight, grey knee length skirt and high heeled shoes. The fashion conscious girl had transformed herself into a rather severe looking secretary .

"Hi there." she squealed and gave me hug, her left hand grabbing my ass. She suddenly stepped back from me, stood erect and put on a mock expression of displeasure. "You're late, I should give you detention."

It was then that the penny dropped; she had dressed up as Miss Sterling, our Sociology teacher. Tricia must have decided to make it a fancy dress party, but why didn't she tell me?

"Sorry Miss, I couldn't find my stupid suit!" I scowled, holding out the lapel of my jacket.

"Stop complaining, you look great... So very stern!" she teased and with a tug on my hand, led me through the threshold to the large empty hallway.

"Lucy! Look who's here!" Tricia called out loudly.

From the entrance to what had obviously been designated the party room, Lucy appeared. My jaw dropped in surprise. Her fancy dress costume was a school uniform: Flat brown shoes; white knee length socks; a rather overly short pleated skirt with matching dark green blazer; a white shirt and a diagonally striped green tie. To crown the effect, her mousy brown hair had been tied into pig-tails. 

With both hands she held a large bowl full of luminously orange snacks. I guessed with dawning horror, that Tricia had made Lucy wear the costume and had also insisted that she should be the waitress at her very own party. 

Lucy placed the bowl on a hall table and stood before me, hands clasped behind her back as if expecting me to tell her off. She turned her small feet inwards and blushed a bright red colour that was visible even on her lower thighs. Something about her outrageous outfit didn't quite seem right, but I couldn't work out what.

"Hi Luce. Happy birthday." I said as I slipped my arm around her waist and hugged her. Unexpectedly, she raised her face to mine and kissed me softly on the lips.

Lucy pulled back, retrieved the overfilled bowl and held it out to me.

Tricia crossed her arms, stared at the 'waitress' and then looked at me, "See anything you'd like to eat?" she asked with a wink.

Lucy swallowed dryly and bit her lower lip, but held my gaze.

"Not just yet Luce," I said, "I need a drink first."

"Off you go Lucy, tend to our guests." Tricia ordered with two dismissive claps of her hands.

We both watched as the birthday girl obediently left.

"What do you think of her pig-tails, sweet aren't they?" Tricia cooed, with an evil flash in her eyes.

"Er,, yeah, they're great. Look Trish, why didn't you tell me it was a fancy dress party?

"It isn't."

"What?!" I exclaimed for the second time that night.

" I said: 'It isn't' - a fancy dress party."

"You mean everyone else here is dressed normally?"

Tricia nodded vigorously; sparkling eyes and a wide, gleeful smile displayed her delight.

"Jeez Trish, you're such a bitch. Poor Lucy; she must be dying of embarrassment in there!"

"Nah, she loves it. In a couple of hours she'll be leaving a wet trail on the carpet."

I laughed and shook my head in disbelief. Although Tricia had told me of their developing DOM/sub relationship, things had obviously moved on at quite a pace. It was only a couple of months since the shy and bookish Lucy had first overcome her fears and crawled across the classroom floor to get at Tricia's pussy. Now it appeared their respective roles were firmly established and well practiced.

"Has any one ever told you that you have a way with words?" I joked.

"Yes." she said. "But I think they may have been lying. Come-on You: Follow teacher and meet up with the rest of the class."

I did follow Tricia (and her closely hugged ass) into the large room. It contained around thirty people, made up mostly of our class-mates and some of their partners. As Tricia had said, the party goers were indeed, all dressed normally. I inwardly cringed, not only on Lucy's behalf, but also on mine: I was wearing the un-coolist of black suits! Lucy wove her way through the small groups of revellers with an uncertain smile and a silver coloured tray full of what I took to be glasses of punch. 

She stood in front of me: "I got you a drink." she said, offering the platter.

"No thanks Luce." I replied, looking sceptically at the garish red drinks. "Is there any beer instead?" 

She nodded: "Yeah, in the kitchen, I'll get you some."

"No it's ok, I'll get it."

"I'll take you... then I can show you were it is." Lucy was obviously eager to please so I agreed to be lead.

"Before we go," she said looking around furtively, as if fearing being seen. "Could you help me, I want a drink but my hands are full?"

I offered to take the tray but she kept a firm grip.

"No, could you feed it to me please?"

She smiled sweetly and tipped her head back as I took a glass and placed the rim between her lips. I poured the concoction and she drank it all down. Replacing the empty tumbler, I noticed a small rivulet of the red liquid had run down her chin. I brought my finger up along the dribble and Lucy opened her mouth to suck the residue from my fingertip.

"Thank you." she said licking her lips. "Tricia , er, I mean Miss Sterling told me I'd be in big trouble if I drank, so please don't tell her."

Obviously another one of Tricia's cruel rules for Lucy's birthday. Still, I couldn't help imagining what punishment 'Miss Sterling' would inflict on the cute little submissive if she did catch her drinking.

"I won't tell her, but be careful; if she does see you drinking, you're bound to get the cane."

"Yes." Lucy said quietly, a far-off look in her eyes. She shifted her stance in order to cross her legs, as if a sudden need to pee had overcome her.

"C'mon, you class lush, show me where the kitchen is."

"Of course... Sir." she replied coyly and led me gingerly out of the room.

With a bottle in my hand , I stared at the kitchen window, which had been transformed into a dark, blurred mirror by the pitch-black night outside. My grumpy reflection stared back: God I hate suits! I was beginning to feel like the 'stranger' standing before me; serious and short tempered. Snap out of it. I thought and with a fixed smile, left the kitchen to say 'Hi' to all the young party goers.

I lied to everyone I met, claiming I had come straight from a funeral, 'Hence the formal dress, Ha Ha'. A plausible lie, but I quickly lost track of exactly who was supposed to have died. If my class mates had 'compared notes', they would have thought my entire family and friends were wiped-out in some freak event..

As time passed , I kept getting accidental glimpses of my suited-self in mirrors and windows, jolting me out of my unconscious attempts to be 'one of the gang'. This, in tandem with a natural deference from my younger fellow students, made me feel like an over dressed gate-crasher. Only Lucy and Tricia seemed to be unaffected; they were both very, very friendly towards me.

After a couple of hours, I was once again in the kitchen and seriously contemplating whether to finish my forth bottle of beer or to fuck off. I reckoned I was still sober enough to drive and the party had certainly not been one of the best. Whilst in deliberation, I heard an almighty crash and clatter from the main room. It was swiftly followed by a high-pitched scream. Seconds later Lucy appeared holding an empty tray

"Ooops." she said with a broad smile, before bending over to open a cupboard. As Lucy fished out a bucket, mop and floor brush, Tricia stormed in. She pulled roughly on one of Lucy's pigtails.

"You idiot girl!" she yelled over her crouched form. "That rug had better not be ruined or I'll knock your stupid head into next week!"

"I'm sorry Miss, I'll clean it up, don't worry, it'll be ok., I promise."

"It had better be ok, if you want to see twenty."

Tricia pulled Lucy by the hair as they left the kitchen, the bent-over sub dragging a clutter of cleaning equipment behind her.

I waited.

Shortly Lucy came back in to the kitchen holding a dust pan full of broken glasses.

"I'm so in trouble." she announced, her voice obviously full of excitement.

"Sounds like it." I said, as she poured the broken shards into a bin.

"Teacher's really angry." she said softly, now standing directly in front of me, so close I could smell the cherry punch on her breath.

"Yeah, you'd better scrub that rug well, or Miss Sterling will give you detention." I teased. Lucy smiled, stood on tip-toes, put her arms over my shoulders and kissed me full on the lips.

"Detention is the least of my worries." she whispered with a twinkle in her eyes, her hand stroking the back of my neck. I had the feeling her eyes were searching mine for an answer to an unasked question. Dropping her hand, she fumbled with her blazer's lapel.

"Anyway, I've got a surprise present for her." she said pulling a small white envelope from the blazer's breast pocket. "This should get me an A plus!" 

I ignored the envelope because my attention was drawn to the ornate crest sewn on to the pocket. Suddenly I knew what had confused me earlier on in the hall.

"Lucy, is that a... a real school outfit?"

"Yes, It's my old uniform, we had to wear them even in the sixth form. Tri... Miss Sterling, said I should wear it tonight. Amazing really, that it still fits me...Do you like it?" she purred.

The overt suggestiveness of her voice and the combination of her good girl clothes and bad girl eyes were too much for me to resist.

My arm slid around her waist and I pulled her tighter to me. Her eyes dropped from mine as she felt my hardening erection pressing against her 

"What are you doing in here!?" Tricia stood in the doorway, her face like thunder. "Get back in there and clean that rug!" she ordered, a outstretched finger jabbing in the direction of the party room

Lucy replaced the envelope, jumped away from me and scampered away to her 'duties'.

"Getting friendly with Lucy are we?" Tricia asked as she approached me and looked down at my bulging crotch. "What a shame: That cock of yours is all pressed up with no place to go." 

I laughed looking down at the stretched fabric of my black suit. I decided to do a bit of role-playing of my own. Taking a leaf out off Tricia's book, I waggled a stern finger in front of her surprised face

"Really Miss Sterling, this faculty won't accept such coarse language from it's staff. If you are not careful I'll report your unprofessional behaviour to the Board!"

Tricia crossed her arms and opened up her stance, stretching her grey skirt tight around her thighs. She pouted.

"And be warned, you'll find I am not beyond employing severe punitive measures myself!" I added, officiously straightening my tie.

Tricia reached out and cupped her hand over my growing bulge.

"I'd like to see you try." she challenged, and pushed her palm hard against my constrained erection. Tricia smiled her filthy smile, removed her massaging hand and turned her back to me. "If you've finished with the dressing-down, I have a wayward student to attend to." she said dismissively and left the room.

After she had gone I judged that maybe I should stay for at least a while longer. Whatever Tricia and Lucy had planned for tonight, I wanted to see the rest of the show.

Five minutes later, Lucy returned with her bucket and emptied some dirty water into the sink. Brushing off her hands she once again stepped up in front of me. 

"All done." she beamed and swiftly stole the beer from my hand and took a long swig. I gave her a stern look

"What!?" she said innocently, wiping the beer from her lips. I bent down so my face was close to hers.

"From what I've seen tonight young lady, you deserve every punishment Teacher gives you!"

Lucy grinned and with two large gulps, finished my beer.

"Right, That's IT!" Tricia bellowed from the doorway and rushed forwards, snatching the empty bottle from Lucy's grasp. She slammed the bottle down on the table, sharply slapped the back of Lucy's thighs and dragged her out of the kitchen.

"Have fun you two." I called after them as Tricia pulled the stumbling Lucy up the stairs. The performance was over (as far as the audience were concerned) and the final scene was to be acted out behind closed doors. I seriously doubted they would re-join the party tonight.

I entered the main room to say 'Bye' to my classmates. As is usual, this took a while to achieve and it was another twenty minutes before I left the house. 

As I got to my car my mobile rang, the screen flashed 'TRICIA MOB' at me. I answered it

"Hiya Teach, hope Lucy's not having trouble with her lines."

"It's gone beyond lines , in fact I'm at a complete loss, she's been so bad; would you believe she's been secretly drinking all night? I'm sure that's why the little tart dropped the drinks."

"Uh oh." I said laughing, "You've got your hands full with that one!"

"Well that's the problem, I just can't get her to behave on my own, she is being wilfully disobedient... So I thought the added persuasion of your own 'punitive measures' would do the trick." 

I hesitated, unsure what I would be letting myself in for. As I considered the offer, I heard Tricia shout:

"I said; Face the FRONT!" The sound of a sharp crack came over the phone, followed by a louder squeal. Tricia returned her attention to me:

"I'm sure the Board wouldn't like to hear of a drunken student who had been insufficiently disciplined." she said. 

I made up my mind to play along with Tricia's role-playing scheme right there and then.

"Why, yes Miss Sterling, I see your point. Let me know in which classroom you have detained the student and I will join you directly."

'Miss Sterling' gave me directions to one of the attic bedrooms and I re-entered the house. After checking my reflection in the hall mirror I finally understood why Tricia had wanted me to wear a suit. Stern and serious was what she required for Lucy's birthday treat.

I arrived at the heavy wooden door and sharply rapped upon it with my knuckles.

"Miss Sterling!" I called out in an inpatient tone. I heard a key turning in the lock and the door swiftly opened inwards. Tricia stood in the doorway her tied back hair now sporting a few loose strands that fell over her glistening forehead. The top button of her shirt lay undone and she was slightly short of breath. In her right hand she tightly gripped a wooden ruler 

"Thank God you're here Headmaster, perhaps you can knock some sense into this cheap little slut."

I entered the softly lit room and my eyes opened wide in surprise, Tricia had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to make Lucy's present just that little bit special. Getting into my role, I scanned the scene more closely. A large oak double bed lay next to the door and at the foot of this bed, a desk, chair and whiteboard had been carefully arranged to create a small classroom mock-up. In the far corner of the room stood Lucy, she was facing the wall. Her pale legs were parted in a wide stance and stretched around her ankles; a pair of straining, black panties. Lucy's hands had gathered up the material of her pleated skirt and she held it above the waist, exposing her bare ass. Even from my position at the door I could see red marks streaked across her taut buttocks.




Lines and Lines



I served them tea in the kitchen, then scurried to organize the shoe racks, feeling the gaze of Mistress' bemused girlfriend resting lightly on the nape of my neck the entire way. Not being explicitly "out" about our relationship, I could tell the woman couldn't quite put her finger on our dynamic, although she was perceptive enough to hover around the periphery.

"Your boyfriend sure does a lot of work around the house," she remarked to my Mistress.

"Yes he does," Mistress giggled. "If I'm happy, he gets to be happy." The two ladies shared a toast of earl grey, giggling a little.

"What's this?" I heard Mistress' friend say, then an icy chill hit my belly as I heard the rustle of paper. I had forgotten what was still magneted to the fridge, a piece of our secret lifestyle left in plain view.

"I will watch my attitude and tone of voice around Mistress," I heard her friend read aloud off the first sheet of paper. "This is written, like a couple hundred times." She said, rifling through. My ears went hot.

"Yes," mistress said casually. "My boy forgot his tone with me, so he got to spend Sunday writing this instead of watching football."

"You mean, you actually punish your boyfriend? and he's ok with that?"

"I really prefer the term 'boy' over boyfriend," mistress chuckled." We have an arrangement that works for both of us. I set the rules and get the service I need. He gets fulfillment from serving, and clearly defined discipline and structure."

"Oh my god, that is so... I dunno, it's kinda hot actually," her friend said, groping for the words.

"It's a symbiotic relationship. Most of the time we're like any other couple, but I have the authority in this relationship and I can be as strict as I feel is appropriate at the time. Those lines were only half his punsishment."

"Only Half?"

"Boy! Get in here!"

I couldn't recall ever being so mortified. My feet were cold lead as I turned around and started toward the kitchen as commanded. The corridor seemed to elongate and stretch on for yards. It took me an eternity to make it into the kitchen and stand before Mistress, who was smiling coyly at me and toying with her teaspoon. I knew all pretense of being a normal guy was, for the moment, stripped away.

She looked at me with a piercing gaze. "I want you to take down your pants, and your underpants, turn around, bend over and show my friend what the rest of your punishment was."

"The other lady stared at me, transfixed. It was like she was working through her own fight-or-flight battle, she was motionless, wide-eyed, barely breathing.

"Yes Ma'am."

There was no way around it, no way out but obedience. My belt buckle jingled as I unfastened everything and slowly slid my jeans and boxers down to my knees. Mistress' friend drew her breath in almost inaudibly, but sharply, as my privacy was stripped away and my manhood revealed. I stood up, turned around, and grabbed my ankles as commanded, while Mistress looked on coolly

"Oh my god!" Mistress' friend said. "Did you do that to his ass?"

"I did indeed. Boy, I want you to turn around kneel down, look my friend squarely in the eye and tell her why you were punished."

Her friend was warming to it now, playing with it in her mind as I knelt. "Yes boy, why where you whipped?"

It was all I could do to meet her gaze; I wanted to shrink up to nothing and die right there on the spot. My skin was on fire and a tremble began in my lower lip.

"I got impatient with Mistress and used an impertinent, sarcastic tone Miss."

"And how did Mistress punish you?"

"Fifty with the strap, and the punishment lines Miss."

Mistress' friend smiled, enjoying her position above me. She reached out and grabbed my chin. "Lines on the paper, and lines on your ass," she mused.

"And, do you think you learned your lesson?" She asked quietly, relishing every word.

A tear formed in my left eye. The struggle to keep eye contact was as difficult as anything I've done in my life.

"Yes Miss," I croaked, my voice barely a whisper.

"Tell my friend why I get to punish you," Mistress interjected.

"Because..."

"Tell her!"

"Because I am here little bitch Miss." Tears flowed now.

"Say it again," Mistress said, her hand caressing the back of my head. I knelt there, utterly defeated.

"I'm Her little bitch Miss."

Mistress' friend smiled with delight, big and broad, like she'd just been given a plate of brownies. "Honey, this is awesome! I love it!" She said to Mistress. "I think he should do one more thing for you though."

"What's that dear?"

"I think he should spend the afternoon writing "I am Mistress' little bitch" two hundred times, just to make sure it sinks in."

"Capital idea! Boy, pul your pants up, go into the office and get to work."

My afternoon was thus decided for me.



Lines Are Crossed at the Beach



We first met Jake and Alex at the gym a few months before we were married. Initially we were just gym friends, but eventually we started to get together on weekends and do stuff – movies, going out to dinner, hitting the clubs, those kinds of things.

We met Brad and Paige shortly after we moved to our new house when they came over and introduced themselves and welcomed us to the neighborhood. They were another young, attractive couple and it wasn't long before the six of us were almost always together on the weekends.

I don't remember who first came up with the idea, but we all loved the thought of renting a cottage and spending a week at the beach together. We all rearrange our work schedules and before you know it our vacation is ready to begin.

The cottage is perfect. It's right on the beach and has three master-type bedrooms, so each couple has their own bath. The views are fantastic and we all will definitely enjoy the Jacuzzi on the deck.

Several days of wonderful weather pass by. We spend it playing in the water and on the sand; there are nights of dancing and drinking at the bars and having a good old time. One morning we wake up to a cloudy, rainy day. We spend part of that afternoon shopping, but the misty rain becomes a steady, driving rain so we retreat to the cottage, looking forward to some cold beers and icy margaritas. We quickly pass over or go through the board games available in the cottage as well as all of the card games we can think of playing.

We are all just lounging around, when Jake starts playing with one of the empty beer bottles; first he pulls off the label, then slides the bottle around on the table. When the bottle falls over, it spins around and winds up pointing at Paige; she giggles and says, "Oh no, who am I supposed to kiss?"

This leads to a conversation recalling all of our younger games of spin-the-bottle and then things take a more serious turn. Alex says, "Well, who wants to play now?"

We decide that maybe spin-the-bottle isn't quite the same exciting concept that it had been when we were teenagers, so someone suggests making things more interesting and play strip spin-the-bottle. Instead of kissing someone, if the bottle points at you, you have to remove an article of clothing. Another voice chimes in that even that is too lame and why not make it that you have to either strip or perform a dare if the bottle winds up on you. Everyone agrees and the room begins to perk up with excitement. We are all ready for the game to begin.

Jake decides that since he has started the whole thing, he is going to spin first. It isn't too long before we are all nearly naked; my wife Laura, is the last of the girls down to two pieces of clothing and all of us guys are down to our underwear. Strangely, no one has asked for a dare rather than stripping, apparently we are all willing to get naked and see what happens.

Laura sends the bottle spinning. We all watch anxiously, realizing that we are about to see parts of one of us that we don't normally see. When the bottle stops on Jake, he good-naturedly shakes his head."Not quite what I was hoping for when this started, but what the hell...," he tells us.

Jake stands up. He turns around, lowers his blue boxers to his feet and kicks them to the corner. All the girls watch, admiring his chiseled body and tight ass. When he turns around, everyone can see that his cock is semi-hard. To be honest, I am happy to see that, because mine is too. I am also happy to see that while his cock seems thicker than mine, I think mineis a bit longer. Sitting back down next to Alex, Jake sends the bottle spinning again.

The bottle slows. We all wait anxiously, some of us are excited, some a little nervous, still getting used to the idea of being naked in front of someone other than a spouse. When the bottle comes to a rest pointing at Paige, we all figure this will be a make it or break it moment. Sure one of the guys is naked, but that's a guy. 

Paige though has a surprise for us. She stands up, reaches beneath the long t-shirt she is wearing and pulls down a skimpy thong, steps out of it, twirls it around her finger and tosses it over to join Jake's boxers. As she sits back down, something is muttered about that not being fair, but she just giggles and says, "I guess you've got to wait a little longer boys." With another giggle, she sends the bottle spinning again.

When the bottle stops on Laura, she has to make the easy choice between her lacy black bra or tiny black bikinis. Turning around, she brings her hands up to her chest and unfastens the front clasp of her bra. Sliding the straps from her shoulders, she extends her arms, still facing away from us and lets her bra fall to the floor. Her hands covering her breasts she turns around again. With everyone watching her and encouraging her, she shakes her head with a smile, finally dropping her hands and letting everyone see her firm breasts and stiff nipples. Looking around at everyone and enjoying the positive responses, she smiles and sits down, pausing to give the bottle a rap as she does.

Paige is concerned to see the bottle come to a stop pointing at her. "Oh no," she says, realizing that she's about to become the second one naked. "Oh yes," Brad replies, "c'mon baby, you know you've wanted this ever since we started."

With another giggle and a toss of her long red hair, Paige stands up and her hands fall to the hem of her shirt. "Here goes nothing," she says as she pulls the shirt over her head and throws it at Brad. Everyone hungrily takes in her naked body, from her long legs and firm pink-nippled breasts to the surprising revelation that she has a completely shaven pussy. 

I feel my cock throb at the sight before me, and looking around it seems that I am not alone in my excitement; Jake's cock has gotten harder, Brad has a nice bulge going in his briefs and Alex's hard nipples are poking through her thin bra. With a little shimmy, Paige leans over to set the bottle spinning before sitting back down.

When the bottle stops on me, I am a little anxious because my cock is pretty hard by now, but rules are rules. Standing up, I turn to Laura, holding my hands out and say, "Would you like to do the honors?" With a smile at me, she nods and rises to her knees. 

Running her hands up my legs and over the throbbing tent in my boxers, she grabs the waistband. Pulling out and down, she exposes my hard dick, then lowers my boxers to my ankles where I step out with one foot, then kick them aside with the other. Sitting back down, I look around, happy with the reaction. As I lean forward to spin the bottle, I feel Laura's hand squeezing my thigh and I smile, knowing that she's definitely getting into this.

My spin settles to a stop on Alex, who shrugs, reaches behind herself and slides off her satiny pink bra, revealing the largest breasts of any of the girls, again with very stiff nipples.

Alex's spin comes to a stop on Paige and there seems to be a collective holding of our breath as we wait to see what happens. Paige giggles again, "Well, I don't think I can take anymore off, so what's my dare?"

"Oh...I wasn't ready for this," Alex mutters. "Ummm, just kiss one of the guys."

With some joking boos from the crowd, Paige says, "easy enough," then turns and kisses Brad, lightly at first, but quickly becoming a real kiss, tongues entwining and slipping into one another's mouths. Breaking the kiss and breathing hard, Paige starts the bottle spinning again. We wait, each of us now thinking of dares that we'd like to see or maybe dares we'd like to be involved in.

Laura smiles as the bottle stops on her. She stands up, looks at me and says, "Your turn." Moving closer to her, I can smell her excitement already. Running my hands up her legs and caressing her tight ass, I reach up and ease the little black bikini off of her, smiling when I see her pussy glistening with moisture from her excitement. With a smile at the gang, I hold the damp panties to my face, inhaling her scent, then I toss the panties to Jake who also inhales deeply, then sits back, his cock noticeably hardening further.

Laura's spin comes to a rest on Jake. Since he's already naked, Laura has to come up with a dare for him. Smiling at him as he still has her panties in his hand and his cock is throbbing, she says, "Since you seemed to enjoy that, how about a kiss to say thank you?"

Jake stands up and comes over, his cock bobbing in front of him. He then leans down and starts to kiss my wife, tentatively at first, but becoming deeper as they forget about the group around them, watching them. They break the kiss, both a bit flushed and breathing harder. Jake smiles at Laura and says, "thank you" with a laugh. Slapping the bottle as he passes by, he heads back to his seat.

The bottle stops, pointing at Brad. He stands, showing off an impressive bulge in his boxer briefs. Hooking his thumbs in his waistband, he slides his underwear off, resulting in a stifled gasp or groan from one of the girls and envious looks from the guys. Brad's cock is huge, it must be at least 9 or 10 inches long and is very thick. As if it enjoys being the center of attention, it stands proudly erect, a droplet of pre-cum beginning to ooze from the tip. After making sure everyone has had the chance to ooh and ahh over his package, Brad finally sits back down, hitting the bottle on his way.

When the bottle comes to a stop pointing at Alex, she stands up and turns around, her firm round ass framed nicely by the pink satin of her thong. Easing the thong down over her hips, she bends over from the waist as she lowers it down her legs like a stripper. Jutting her ass out at the group, we watch mesmerized as she steps out of the thong. The movement gives us a glimpse of her pink, glistening lips. When she turns around, we see a closely trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair matching the color of the hair on her head.

Continuing the precedent, when Alex's spin comes to a rest on me, her dare is to kiss her. A bit anxious for some reason, I move across the circle, happy to see her stand up to meet me. Resting my hands tentatively on her hips, I lean forward, brushing my lips over hers. When I feel the tip of her tongue against my lips, I open them, inviting her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues and lips are soon entwined into a passionate dance. My hands have moved around to her back and are sliding up and down her back and through her hair. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, I step back and watch as Alex smiles prettily at me, then turns to Laura. "You're right, he really is a good kisser." 



As I sit back down, Laura rubs my thigh again, smiling back at Alex, "Told you!"

My spin comes to a rest on Jake. I'm not quite ready to really push any lines yet, so I just dare him to kiss his sexy wife. Turning and pulling Alex closer to him, their kiss quickly becomes a passionate one, his hands moving to his wife's large breasts and playing with her stiff nipples as they kiss. The look of desire on Alex's face is unmistakable as they break the kiss. When Jake's spin comes to a stop on Brad, we wait for Jake's dare.

"I want you to suck on Alex's nipples," he says, looking back and forth between his wife and his friend. Alex gives a soft moan of desire and we all watch expectantly as Brad moves closer, realizing that a new, more serious line is about to be crossed. With a louder moan, Alex's hands slide through Brad's hair, pulling his mouth to her breasts. A sudden intake of breath follows as his tongue swirls over and across her stiff nipples. When Brad sits back, a look at Alex leaning back against her husband reveals that her pink pussy is glistening even more.

Brad's cock is jutting up proudly as he leans forward, setting the bottle in motion once more. When his spin lands on Laura, he smiles. "Jake's kiss looked pretty hot, I want one too." Laura laughs and moves over to Brad, where he reaches and pulls her down onto his lap. As his mouth touches hers the kiss is instantly a passionate one with a lot of tongue. Brad's hands move across Laura's back and over her ass. Her hands caress his strong back and broad shoulders. As they kiss, Laura's hips make small grinding movements until they slowly break the kiss. As she comes back to my side, we can see the bottom of Brad's thick cock glistening with the juices from her wet pussy.

Laura's spin comes to a rest on Paige. With a semi-defiant look at the petite redhead, Laura says, "I dare you to lick and suck on my nipples."

Paige flashes her electric smile and quickly moves over, "My pleasure." She lowers her mouth to Laura's tits and the room is soon filled with slurping and sucking noises as well as moans of pleasure. It takes all of my self-control not to take my cock in hand and jerk off to the sexy sight of my wife and her friend, along with their sighs and moans of pleasure.

As Paige moves back to her seat, she says, "After that, someone's about to be licking me!" Hitting the bottle, she sits down. When the bottle winds up pointing at me, my cock throbs in excitement. As I look at Paige, she leans back against Brad spreading her legs open. Her shaved pussy glistening with excitement, the outer lips starting to separate, she runs a hand down her taut stomach, "C'mon...eat me, come lick my pussy."

Moving over, I kneel between her legs and lower my face to her waiting box. Breathing her scent, seeing her smoothly shaven pussy, my excitement grows greater. Extending my tongue, I take a long, slow lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top. Like eating an ice cream cone, I run several licks like that up and down her pink lips. As she starts to moan, I move my tongue back to the top of her pussy, where I begin to flick it back and forth over her swelling clit, making her moan even more. I want to slide my finger into her pussy and focus on her clit to make her cum, but that wasn't the dare. Reluctantly I sit back on my heels, licking my lips and smiling at her as she opens her eyes.

Heading back to my spot, my cock is throbbing and a droplet of precum falls from the head, leaving a strand of precum in its wake. I'm thinking that I'm going to have my dare be to suck on my cock. When my spin stops of Jake, however, that plan changes. I may be horny, but I'm not ready for that. "Hmmm, tell you what Jake, I think Paige needs a little more help, why don't you eat her pussy, but this time, make her cum."

"Oh God, yes," squeals Paige, laying back against Brad again, her hand rubbing her wet pussy. "Please Jake...make me cum." 

Jake is on his knees between Paige's legs in a flash, pushing his face into her dripping cunt. As his tongue narrows in on her clit, Paige's cries and moans grow louder. "Fuck yes, suck my clit," she cries, her hands on the back of Jake's head, pulling his mouth onto her pussy. With another cry, her body stiffens, her head is thrown back and her eyes close as her orgasm hits. Jake sits back proudly, his face glistens with Paige's cum as he moves back to his spot. Somehow, we all know another line has been crossed.

Jake's spin comes to rest on Alex. Smiling at his wife and nodding toward his cock, Jake says, "Mmm baby, come suck on my cock." Alex laughs and tells him to bring it over. Jake stands in front of Alex, who sits up on her knees. As Jake's hands rest on her head, she opens her pouty lips and quickly takes all of his cock into her mouth. Bobbing back and forth on his hard shaft, she brings a hand up to the base of it, holding it as she sucks. As Jake starts to moan, she sits back, licks the tip of his cock and says, "Too bad you didn't tell me to make you cum baby."

Over Jake's cries of it not being fair, the rest of us laugh at his predicament and Alex's teasing, while at the same time filing away the need to be specific with our dares. When Alex's spin comes to a stop pointing back at Jake, we think we know what's about to happen, but Alex has another surprise for us all. "Jerk off for us babe, make yourself cum."

Jake groans, not especially happy with his dare, but wanting to be out of the game even less. Leaning back, his hand drops to his hard dick. As he begins to pump his hand up and down, the purple head is soon glistening with his pre-cum. Jake's eyes are moving around the room, looking at each of the girls, taking in their hard nipples and pink pussies. His eyes even stop on my hard 8 inch cock and Brad's throbbing 10 inch giant. 

Moving to stand in front of his wife, causing the rest of us to move so we can see, Jake's hand begins to move faster on his cock, the other hand cupping his balls. With a grunt, a spurt of cum shoots out of his cock and hits Alex's big tits. As Jake continues to stroke his cock, another four or five jets of cum spurt out, covering Alex's boobs. With a long sigh, Jake sinks back down beside Alex to a brief round of applause. As Alex dips her fingers into the pool of Jake's cum, moving her finger to her lips, Paige asks, "Aren't you going to share?"

Alex holds her cum-covered finger out to Paige who takes it into her mouth, moaning and licking it clean. Alex runs another finger across her chest and then holds it out to Laura. While Laura enjoys her sample of Jake's cum, Jake recovers enough to send the bottle spinning again. When it stops on Laura, still licking the cum from Alex's finger, Jake smiles and dares her to clean all the cum from Alex's tits.

Laura lowers her face to Alex's big tits and begins licking up Jake's load, pausing to lick and suck on Alex's hard nipples as she does. When her mouth is full of Jake's cum, she raises her face and kisses Alex, sharing Jake's cum with his wife. As she moves back to her seat, she pauses to kiss me too. It's strange to taste another man's cum on my wife's tongue, but it excites me too. With a wink and a grin at me, Laura sits back down and starts the bottle spinning again.

Laura's spin winds up back on Jake. Disappointed that he has cum so recently and that his cock has not yet recovered, she dares him to finger her pussy and make her cum. He has her move over in front of him, sitting between his legs and leaning back against his chest. With his arms around her, his fingertips lightly run over her skin before slipping between her legs. Her pussy is so wet, his finger slides easily inside of her. As he works his finger in and out of her, his palm presses against her clit. His other hand moves up to play with her hard nipples as he slides a second finger into her pussy. As he starts to work the two fingers harder in and out of her cunt, his thumb rubs back and forth over her clit. Leaning further back against him, Laura's moans tell us she's about to cum. Finally her body stiffens and she exhales a long breath as she peaks. Jake's hand slows to a stop, easing his fingers out of her sensitive pussy. As she collapses back against him, Jake reaches around her to spin the bottle again.

When Jake's spin comes to a stop on Paige, he looks at her with a wicked grin. "Well, Alex is the only girl not to have cum yet, why don't you do something about that?" Paige is quickly moving over to Alex who seems like she's about to object. 

"I'd love to," Paige purrs, placing a finger on Alex's mouth to stop any protest. Following her finger with her mouth, she is soon kissing Alex and her hands begin to roam. Caressing Alex's big tits and pinching her nipples, Paige presses her tongue into Alex's mouth. Pulling back from the kiss, she smiles at her friend then begins to kiss a trail down Alex's body;, over her chest, across her stomach, and finally between her legs. Pushing her face between Alex's thighs, Paige starts to lick her friend's dripping pussy. 

After just a few licks, Paige focuses her attention on Alex's clit, licking, sucking and nibbling on the little button to make Alex explode. As Alex's cries of pleasure begin to subside, Paige moves back to her spot. Laura has recovered enough at this point to also move back to her original place by my side, stopping to give Jake a thank you kiss on the way.