0 comments/ 266968 views/ 9 favorites Ravaged By: rugbydrill He appeared out of the gloom of her unlit bedroom like a wraith. His large hard body crashed into her and slammed her onto the bed. His hand clamped over her mouth, squelching her scream. "Shut-up!" he hissed. Her eyes were opened wide in fear, her breath rushed in and out of her nose and her heart pounded in her chest. She was pinned by his weight and paralyzed by his fierce stare. His ice-cold blue eyes pricked her. His hand began to feel around her body, apparently frisking her. She was slow to notice how long he seemed to linger on certain parts of her. "Very nice, I bet you are a hot little fuck. I think I'll find out for my self." His words were more shocking and frightening than his sudden appearance. For the first time she was afraid of something other than death. This man meant to take her, use her for his pleasure. As if to confirm her fears his hand roughly brushed over her breasts, kneading and cupping them. She could feel the rough skin of his palms as his hand slipped under her shirt and groped her soft flesh. She could also feel the growing bulge in his pants as her firmly squeezed her. "You've got nice tits." He commented. With a sudden jerk he ripped her shirt open. Her arms reflexively crossed in front of her to protect herself from harm and observation. He grinned cruelly, "You little slut, you like this, don't try to hide it." With that he grabbed her wrists and yanked her arms apart. Without warning his head dipped down to her bra-covered breasts and she felt the warm, moist pressure of his mouth engulf her nipple. She gasped. Damn him but she did enjoy this. And the names, she had never been called such things. She tried to control her breathing as his hot mouth caressed her sensitive breasts and stomach. He wrapped both of her wrists in one of his large hands and slid his other hand between her thighs. Suddenly her mind snapped back and she clamped her legs together hard. "Whore!" he growled, "you want this, you want my cock in you. Don't you? Say it bitch, tell me you want my cock in your pussy." She shook her head and spat, "No!" "We'll see about that whore." He pushed himself off of her, grabbed her hair, and pulled her off of the bed. With a twist of her hair he forced her to her knees and commanded, "Un-do my pants." Again she shook her head. He forced her head back and leaned into her face. "Look you little slut, you will do as I say, or I will do unspeakable things to you, do you understand me?" She locked eyes with him and saw the truth. "Yes." She squeaked. "Good, now undue my fuck pants." With trembling hands she unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. Slowly she pulled down on his trousers until his fat cock popped out. She blinked and gulped at the sight of it. Bulging veins, shiny pre-cum seeping out, taut skin, she was amazed that she could have this affect on a man. "Do you want to suck it?" he asked. Her reply was cut off as he slammed his member into her mouth as soon as she started to speak. A heavy groan escaped his throat and he held her still for a moment. The it began, he forced his shaft in and out of her mouth until he was about to cum, then withdrew it and replaced it with his balls. At one point he even forced her to rim his ass hole as pre-cum leaked out of his cock and on to her fore head. Throughout the 20 minute forced cock-sucking ordeal, he told her what a slut she was and that she was a great little cock-sucking whore. She began to crave his praises, even as they were delivered in such base language. She snuck her hand to her pussy and felt how incredibly wet she was. Never in her life had she been this wet, it was running down her leg. If only she were not being so violated, so rudely debased. She was desperate. Her need to cum was beginning to outweigh her embarrassment over being forced to commit such dirty acts. She longed to throw her inhibitions out, but pride kept it all bottled up. He tugged her to her feet, never losing the grip on her hair. Pulling her backwards he forced her to lie on her bed on her back. " Now, be a good little slut and show me how you like to play with your pretty little pussy." he growled. " No." her pride responded. " Bitch, I didn't ask, I told you! Now play with yourself." This was extremely embarrassing. She would never even admit to masturbation, let alone actually do it in front of a stranger. Yet she couldn't control the situation, he did. She closed her eyes and let her hands take over. She played with her skin, lightly grazing the most sensitive areas, rubbing her hands roughly over the rest. She caressed her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and grinding the nipples under her palm. She worked her hands down her body, jumping slightly as she brushed her own clit. Gradually her movements became more and more insistent as she worked herself towards orgasm. She was so close to cumming that she didn't even hesitate when he ordered her to roll onto her stomach. He guided her with the ever-present hand in her hair. He pulled her back so she rose onto her knees. As he watched her every movement she stroked and rubbed her clit closer and closer to the edge, building up a tremendous amount of tension. She yelped, and then gasped as she felt his strong finger press into her ass. With merciless vigor her pumped his digit in and out of her. She began to thrust her ass back into his hand, all the while furiously strumming her pussy. Soon she heard herself beg, " Please, fuck me, fuck me!" He withdrew his finger and she felt the head of his cock against her anus. " You want it in your ass, don't you slut?" he growled hoarsely. " Oh yes, fuck me, fuck my ass!" she panted. "Beg for it whore." " Please, fuck my ass, put your fat cock in my ass, and fuck me, please." She was amazed at the string of dirty pleadings falling from her lips, but she could no longer stop herself. " You asked for it bitch." he grunted and pushed his cock against her hard. She squealed as his member pushed into her tight orifice. He had one hand still in her hair, and the other on her hip as he began to viciously pound into her ass. " Oh yes, shoot your cum up my ass! Fill me up with your juice!" she yelled. They were both in a frenzy, grunting, thrusting, and sweating. Finally she burst over the edge. Lights exploded behind her eyes as her body was gripped by the most intense orgasm of her life. As he felt her ass pulse and contract around his tool, he grunted and slammed into her ass one final time and the spasms of orgasm crashed through him. After several minutes they had both regained some of their composure. She was now more embarrassed by her actions than she had ever been in her life. She desperately tried to hide her face as her mind replayed everything. " You think that was embarrassing? Wait till tomorrow night." he chuckled as he stood, pulled on his pants and was gone. "Tomorrow night?" she quizzed the empty air. She knew that she should be scared, but at the same time she looked forward to the encounter. Part II CLICK! WHIRRRRR! She heard it again, the same mechanical clicking and whirring. It was just on the edge of her awareness, barely audible. She had originally thought that she was hearing things, but now she was convinced that it was real. CLICK! WHIRRRRR! She worried that her attack of the other night was beginning to affect her in new ways. Yes, at first she was scared, but as she had become more and more aroused she grew more ashamed and embarrassed by her body's wonton reaction to a stranger violating her. And the names, she had never heard anyone refer to her with such nasty words, but again her body had betrayed her. CLICK! WHIRRRRR! She sat up, that was closer than the last time. Whatever the phantom noise was, it was getting closer. The noise was familiar, something she had heard before, but she couldn't place it. She sat still, no longer reading her book, but straining to hear the noise and identify it. CLICK! WHIRRRRR! A camera! Now she recognized it. It was the action of a camera. Someone was taking pictures, but who, and what of? CLICK! WHIRRRRR! It was so close now, just outside of her field of view, on the other side of the aptly named picture window. Without turning her head she strained to look into the darkness crouching outside. CLICK! WHIRRRRR! She saw it, a shape. Someone was out in the dark, watching her. She knew instantly who it was. It was he, her attacker from the other night. He was there, dressed all in black and snapping picture after picture of her. She wasn't sure what to do. She could easily get to the phone before he stopped her. She could close the blinds. She could confront him and demand an explanation. Or. CLICK! WHIRRRRR! So it was a show he wanted was it? She smiled inwardly as her hand began to idly caress her breast through her shirt. She would give him a show. CLICK! WHIRRRRR! She unbuttoned her shirt and her hand slipped in to rub over her breast. Her nipple stiffened in response. She sighed and relaxed her body, letting her hand roam wherever it felt good to wander to. CLICK! WHIRRRRR! She closed her eyes and leaned back. She caressed her neck with both hands; her forgotten book tumbled to the floor. She conjured images in her head of things she felt were sexy. CLICK! WHIRRRRR! Erotic images swan in her mind and she let her mind wander as did her hands. She freed her breasts, no, her tits, from the constraint of her bra. Had she already taken off her shirt? CLICK! WHIRRRRR! In her head she saw a man standing over her, his hard cock protruding from his body. Her hands slid over her tits (she reveled in using that more vulgar term). She cupped her tits and pinched her nipples. CLICK! WHIRRRRR! Her ass squirmed on the couch as her hands swept down her stomach and into her pants. CLICK! WHIRRRRR! Her finger lightly brushed the lips of her vagina. No, it was her pussy, her cunt. She moaned softly as her imaginary partner stroked his shaft with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. Somewhere off in the far corners of her mind a tiny voice pointed out how unlike her this was. The voice seemed to be surprised by her wonton hands and wicked thoughts. She gently told the voice to shut-up. She was too busy rubbing her clit (where had her pants gone). Her hand gained speed, as did her mental partner. CLICK! WHIRRRRR! CLICK! WHIRRRRR! It wasn't the noise that stopped her; it was the proximity of it. It came from inside the room. She was suddenly very aware that she was sitting on the couch with her hand stuffed down her panties. She stifled a shriek as she opened her eyes to find the mysterious stranger standing before her, snapping a few more shots and leering lewdly, an obvious bulge in the crotch of his pants. "Did I tell you to stop?" he asked. When she didn't respond or continue he sprang forward. He seemed to cross the room in a single stride, almost boiling forward like a thick black smoke. He grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her close even as he knelt down. She could feel his heat, feel the hard body under his clothes and smell the cool night air on him. He locked eyes with her and she was caught in the blue depths. "You little slut," his voice was a whispered, icy dagger, "did I tell you to stop?" She gulped out a meek "No." "Then don't. You are going to play with that sweet little pussy of yours, and I am going to film it. When you have satisfied my camera, you are going to satisfy my cock with your very fuckable body. Do you understand?" Her vision blurred. "Yes." "You want me to fuck you, don't you? " "No." "Liar, I see how your pussy swells up and starts dripping at the thought of it." "No." she repeated, insistently. "Then who was that you were just seeing in your head?" That did it, like the slap of cold water she saw the face. The face of her lover was the face of this man who had so coarsely violated her. She suddenly realized that it was this man who fueled her fantasy. The shock must have manifested on her face. "That's what I thought. Now, you want me to fuck you, don't you?" "Yes." She was mortified. "Don't worry whore, I will fuck that hot little pussy. But first I want to see you rub your clit." He backed up and picked up something from the floor. She was once again shocked. This time it was a video recorder. He was going to film her. "Slut, don't make me tell you again, play with yourself." He growled his command. She began to move her hands again, but the motion was mechanical, forced. "You better make me believe this." He admonished. She closed her eyes again, re-conjuring her mental lover, ignoring his face for now. His hand was on his swollen member again, stroking the shaft, coaxing glistening drops of fluid from the tip. His balls swung freely, bouncing in rhythm to his strokes. Gradually her body relaxed and she began to play with herself in earnest. She stroked and teased, rubbed and pinched, ground and grasped her flesh. Her hands were everywhere, on her neck, in her mouth, surrounding her tits, diving into her dripping pussy, grazing her ass. She probed her sphincter even as her mental partner did the same to his own. He rubbed the clear fluid from his cock around his ass hole and worked his finger in. She followed his lead; finally she was on her knees, her ass thrusting at the camera as she pumped a finger in her pussy and another one in her ass. She became aware of a string of profanity pouring from her mouth as she worked herself towards a tremendous orgasm. "Fuck me, fuck my ass! Give it to me hard!" Finally it crashed into her, wracking her body in spasm after spasm of pleasure. She gasped, then cried out, and sank her fingernails into the couch. She moaned loudly and her ass quivered with the explosion. Her gasps and sobs took on a different timbre as she came down from her orgasm and remembered the camera, its cold eye capturing her outright nasty act on film. "Fucking beautiful! Now we need a cumshot to finish this." He quickly closed on her and grabbed a handful of her long red hair. He twisted his fist in her hair, causing her to gasp in pain even as her head tilted back. "Open your mouth bitch." He furiously hammered his swollen cock with his hand and aimed it at her up-turned face. His breathing came faster and harder through his nose. Without thought, without consideration for her embarrassing actions and situation, she began to beg for his cum. At first it was a raspy whisper, but her barely audible chant grew into a hungry, demanding growl, and then into a desperate plea. She could not explain it, but she had to see this bulging member explode. Then, with a feral howl, her attackers drooling, blood-engorged, cock did explode, spewing forth stream after stream of gooey white cum in a high arc that terminated on her nose and open, begging mouth. "Oh yes, eat it you cum- hungry little whore." He gasped, before spasms slapped him into a marionette-like dance. The last of his enormous load dribbled out of his softening member and landed on her chin with a splat before it ran down her neck. One hand smeared the ooze around her tits as the other ground her clit towards another mind-altering orgasm. When she recovered, he was gone; the only evidence of his existence was the thick cream that she had slathered over her tits and face. She quickly covered herself in her discarded clothes and scurried off to shower. A week later she received a letter. It contained a short note and a photo of her, lying on the floor, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as her hand rubbed a white, glob of cum down her stomach. She stared at the picture for a moment then read the note; "Whore, you got off easy, next time I will fuck you in every way possible before you beg to swallow my load." Ravaged Kristin Matthews was a 19-year-old sophomore at a large University in California. She was 5'7" tall, with blond hair and blue eyes. She lived just off campus in an older complex of townhouse apartments. On this particular Tuesday, she had attended her normal schedule of classes followed by a lab. After the lab, she had met several of her girlfriends at a nearby restaurant/bar the group hung out at. After some food and chat; Kristin excused herself from the group to go home and study for Semester 1 Exams that would be starting tomorrow. She wanted to do well the next 3 days so she could enjoy her Christmas break next week with her family in Virginia. Reaching her door, Kristin unlocked it and went inside. She placed her bookbag on the chair; removed her literature book from it and carried the book with her upstairs. Tossing the book onto her single bed; she removed her black loafers and nudged them under the bed. Her hands lifted the thin soft white sweater she was wearing and her fingers unclasped the latches on her bra. She now removed it leaving the sweater in place. Feeling the urge to pee, Kristin went into the bathroom; lifted her short gray and black plaid skirt; pulled down her red panties and preceded to drain her full bladder. That felt so much better! She now returned to the bedroom and turned on her stereo to a local rock station. Kristin rolled her sheer black thigh hi stockings down to just above her knees. Taking her book in her hands; she crawled stomach first onto the patchwork quilt that covered her bed and kicked her stocking clad feet straight up into the air. As the sound of the rock music filled the room; Kristin was engrossed in her review of the material. She didn't see her attacker enter the room holding a sharp knife. He pounced upon the unsuspecting young girl pressing the knife against her neck. "Don't scream or move” The attacker said keeping her lithe body sandwiched between himself and the bed. She tried to free herself but the huge man used his weight to pin her to the bed. Kristin thought "This can't be happening to me.” as she realized she was trapped. Struggling was no use so her fighting subsided. Once she was still, the man rolled her over and observed her chest rising and falling. Kristin was staring into the face of her attacker and immediately recognized him as Ted Mark Hopper; the bartender at the restaurant/bar she frequented with her friends. He had asked her for a date several times but she had refused because there was something strange about him. "Please don't kill me. I don't want to die." Kristen gasped her body trembling. "Do as I say and I won't kill you." Mark answered and tied Kristin's right hand securely around the wrist to the left headboard post. The room was filled with Kristen’s sobs. She offered no resistance as Mark removed 3 other scarf’s from his pockets. He tied her other wrist to the right headboard post and her ankles to the footboard posts. Mark straddled her body and lifted her sweater to reveal her firm young tits. Grasping both firm breasts between his fingers; he massaged them. He suckled the left nipple then the right one; Kristen winced as her nipples became hard. Using the short pointed knife, Mark lifted Kristin's plaid skirt and stared momentarily at her red bikini panties before cutting each leg opening and pulling the garment off. Mark then pressed the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply before tossing them aside and staring at the exposed crotch of his victim. Her young pussy was bald. With her shapely legs spread; he could see the pinks folds of her womanhood and could feel the warmness of it as he touched it. Kristen squirmed as her pussy got wet. Unsnapping and unzipping his black jeans; Mark pulled them and his undershorts down. His long hard dick now unleashed; he slid up on to Kristen's chest. He positioned his dick directly in front of her mouth. His right hand pressed the knife against her neck. "Suck my dick or I'll kill you." Kristen reluctantly nodded her head. She had no choice but to comply and began to suck the disgusting organ; almost choking on it as he rocked back and forth with pleasure. She ran her tongue around the cap and tickled the top of the shank in slow, turning circles. Mark sighed loudly with pleasure as Kristen began moving her head back and forth on the penis, her lips in a tight O of suction. A few warm drops fell onto her tongue. She prayed she would not get a mouthful. That was not the Mark’s intention. "Very good," he said. He abruptly removed his dick from Kristin's mouth and got up off the bed. "Please don't do any more" Kristen pleaded. Mark walked to the bathroom and Kristin could hear him peeing in the commode. To her disgust and horror; he now returned to the bedroom stroking his big dick with his right hand. He crawled back between her legs and thrust his hard rod into Kristin's pussy. She turned her head to the side and tried to convince herself that it would be over soon. Mark continued to pound her luscious hole harder with each downward stroke. Each time he appeared to be about to come, he would stop, look down at her and start again. "I want you to cum for me Kristen. You can't prove rape if your pussy is filled with your own juices" Mark's two fingers rubbed her clit. Kristen's mind was torn with mixed emotions. She allowed her body to give in to her primal feelings. Her eyes closed as she imagined that it was her lover's penis fucking her. Soft moans escaped Kristen's lips. Her body shacked in convulsions and her lips formed an O. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"Kristen moaned. Mark felt the contractions of Kristen's pussy wrapping around his cock.Seeing his helpless victim cum seemed to spur the Mark on even more. Realizing he was close to his own orgasm he slowed his strokes slightly for a few moments to prolong his pleasure. "That's right baby cum for me." Mark kissed her mouth hungrily probing his tongue deeply down her throat. "Do you want to live Kristen?" He spoke into her ear as he continued raping the beautiful young coed. "Yes. please let me live." She quietly pleaded. "Are you fertile Kristen?" Mark asked. She stammered,"Yesss."Kristen was shocked. "You have my baby Kristen and I will let you live." Mark answered, his dick covered with her milky cum. Her mind raced to images of her parents grieving at her funeral. The thought of her family never seeing her alive again was to painful. "Yes...Yes let me have your baby... let me live." Kristen cried. She nodded her head in acceptance of her fate. Mark thrusted faster into Kristin. She felt his balls slacken as he shot his hot sticky load into her aching pussy. Wave after wave shot into her. She was nearly raw by the time he totally exploded inside of her and completely limp when he withdrew. Kristen cried knowing that her rapists seed had just impregnated her body. Mark stood up. Tears ran down Kristen's face. Mark laughed as he looked down at her sweat covered body. "You were good sweetheart. Take care of our baby." Mark dismissed Kristen’s sobs as he left. Ravaged One last look in the mirror proved that I was ready. I smiled a wicked smile as I turned away and my long blonde hair flowed behind my in the wind my quick turn had created. I was feeling a little naughty. This was really the first time that I was venturing out into the "scene" in a long time. There was no fear, no apprehension. This surprised me. What there was, was raw lust. Desire. I think that this is the feeling that I must have had as I dressed in my short black shirt and thigh highs. I laughed as I thought about trying to get my garters hooked. It looked like a crazy dance. I actually fell onto the bed at one point. I am really out of practice. I grabbed my keys and tossed a few condoms in my purse. Be prepared. What the hell am I, a boy scout? I was not planning on meeting any Boy Scouts today. I wanted a man. I wanted someone who will take me to the edge and push me. I was ready. I dialed up Christine's number as I pulled out of the driveway. "I am on my way," I told her. "I took your advice by the way. I look pretty slutty though." She laughed through the phone and I could almost see her face light up. For years, Chris has been telling me that she would be there for me if I ever left him. She has been through her share of heartaches too. Her last lover, Meghan, left without so much as goodbye. We both needed this night out. When I pulled into her drive she came bounding out wearing very close to what I had on. She was smiling and kissed me on the cheek as she got in. I just laughed and pulled into traffic. We both were extremely horny, it showed. She jokingly said that if we couldn't find what we were looking for, we could always go home early. I laughed nervously. I have thought about what it would be like to be with her. To have her kiss me and touch me. I wouldn't admit it to her though. Maybe someday, but not tonight .We walked into the crowded club together, but Chris soon left me to myself. This was her scene, her thing. I knew a few people at the bar so I made my way over to them. I did notice the looks as I walked by. I was flattered but still was feeling out of my element. I smiled politely and ordered a drink. I found that after two, I was feeling quite at home and was returning some of the lusty glances I was receiving. One man in particular caught my eye. He was about my age and was very good looking in a sloppy yet sexy way. It made me want to run my fingers through his hair. I loved the feeling he gave me when he smiled at me. I drained the last of my drink where he could see and was happy to see that he took the hint. He ordered me another and came to perch on the stool next to mine. His presence overwhelmed me. I said thank you and touched his arm. Again an electrifying feeling shot through my body. I think I have found my man. We sat and chatted for a bit and I loved the fact that he was so interesting and intelligent. There was definitely chemistry. I checked the room for Christine and found her in the corner with Meghan. I smiled and she waved. I guess I was on my own. The drinks were working their magic. I was getting closer and closer to him. I didn't resist when he took my hands and kissed me. It was a wonderful kiss, but I was taken back by the force by which he was holding my arm. It was startling and exciting at the same time. He asked me if I had had enough of the noise and the crowd. I had, but was I really ready for this? I asked him to wait a moment while I spoke to Christine to make sure she was ok. I had to interrupt a show on the dance floor between she and Meghan. I let Chris know my plans. She hugged me and surprised me with a kiss on my lips. Again taken back by the excitement I felt. Maybe I should invite her. No. Not this time. This was my night to return to the living. I said goodbye and joined my new friend James. He stood up as I approached and I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his khaki pants. My heart jumped and I became damp. I wanted him. He again took my arm and led me out of the club. Once the door closed behind us, he put his hand on the back of my neck. I leaned forward ready to enjoy a caress and felt his thumb and finger tighten on my soft skin. He pulled me close to him and pushed his mouth on mine. Hard. I enjoyed this but couldn't help a feeling of dread that rose within me. He was standing up straight, and had not let go of my neck as he was kissing me, forcing me to my toes as our tongues danced around our mouths. My skirt was rising above the band of my thigh highs exposing my garter. I was a little uncomfortable being so demonstrative in public. I don't think that it was my exaggeration when I thought I saw the police car slow and gaze over at us. Did that cop think that I was working the street? I tried to pull away and adjust my skirt, but James would not let go. My breath caught in my throat. What was happening. He finally let me go and the look in his eye scared me. I tried to say that I forgot something inside so that I could go back to Chris, but he took my elbow in his hand and led me to his car. By now I was wondering if I should have stayed home. I reached in my purse for my cell phone. I was getting nervous. As I pulled it out of my purse the condoms that I had tossed in also fell out onto my lap. I looked over at him, hoping that he didn't notice. Of course he did. It just wasn't my night. He laughed a crazy little giggle and said, "Don't worry baby, I have my own." I was shaking now. He reached over and took my cell phone off my lap and slipped it into his shirt pocket. "Let me hold that for you slut." My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I had had enough. I tried to get my phone back and the car swerved dangerously toward the other lane. "Ok you bastard, let me out. Enough games. Thank you for the drinks, but we have different ideas for tonight. I want to get out right here." He swerved the car to the right hand shoulder and skidded to a stop on the loose stones. We were at the entrance to the wildlife preserve. I knew there was a phone in the information booth, but I wanted mine. I asked him to give it to me. He laughed and said, "Yes baby, that is what I plan." He opened his door and backed out. He had not let go of my arms, and he was dragging my body across the front seat of his car. I had started crying and knew that I was in for trouble. He pulled me out of the car and immediately pressed his hot lips against mine to prevent me from screaming. The force of his mouth on mine prevented me from biting him, but it didn't prevent me from trying. He grabbed my hair with one hand and made a fist and yanked, hard. I tried to drop to my knees, knowing that it would hurt my head terribly due to his grip on my blonde curls, but my thought was that I would trip him up and he would let go. All it did was piss him off. He pulled harder and led me to the hill behind the parking area. There was no way we could be seen from the road, and it was not odd to see a car parked in this pull off alongside the refuge. I finally resigned myself that this monster was going to have his way with me. I stopped struggling for a moment and just let my thoughts wander. I wondered, as many other women before me have, what did I do to deserve this? Was it the skirt, the stockings, the garter, the drinks? I was unattached from my body as he threw me down on the soft mossy ground. It was like this was happening to someone else. I tried to scream as I struggled beneath him but he was making it impossible. He was straddling me, holding my hands above my head and his feet were pinning open my legs. I tried to kick him in the groin, but only succeeded in getting my face slapped.. He reached into his pocket without loosening his grip on me and removed a thin cord. He wrapped it around my wrists tightly and then to a stake that had been concealed in the ground. The realization that this was not the first time that this man has done this here, in this place, was setting in. I began to scream. He was busy securing my feet at this time and did not try to stifle me. I knew that in this remote place and at this time of night there was no one that would hear me, but my emotions were getting the better of me and I could not stop. When I was totally helpless, tied spread eagled on the ground at his feet, he began to undress. He was smiling down at me as he removed his pants. His cock was fully hard and huge. I didn't think that I could take it. I whimpered, and a single tear dripped down my cheek. I noticed small scars on him that looked to be from a hernia operation. I made a mental note and began to look for other features that would make him stand out among other men in a line up. Definitely the size of his cock would make him recognizable among average men. I have never had anyone so big. I was shaking, knowing that he was going to rip me apart when he fucked me. I had resigned myself to the fact that I was going to be ravaged and beaten. I pulled into myself again. He was standing over me now, cock in his hands. "What do you think slut? Do you think you can take me? You do know you are going to find out don't you? I am going to pound your pussy, hard. You want it?" When he didn't get an answer, he reached down and licked my cheek. I tried again to bite him. He stood up and planted his foot on my hair. I could feel it tear and the pain was awful. I refused to give him any notice of this; however, I couldn't stop the whimpers and the tears streaming down my face now. He literally ripped my clothes from my body. His breath was coming in short gasps as he stared down at me naked and helpless. The power that he was feeling shown in his black eyes. He knelt over me, with one knee on either side of my chest. His full balls were dragging across my naked breasts. He then leaned forward and with his cock in his hands slapped my face with his it. I was thrashing around trying to get away. He grabbed my hair and held it to the ground. He then put his thumb into my mouth. I tried to bite down, but the force that he was applying did not allow that. He was successfully opening my mouth against my will. I don't know how he managed it, but he put his cock in my mouth that he was holding open. I was trying to move my head, but he thrust his cock deep in my throat. I screamed, but it came only as a garbled gurgle as I gagged on his huge member. The tinny taste of saliva was all throughout my mouth. I felt as if I would retch, but he continued to thrust inside my mouth. He was groaning in total pleasure and I was softly crying. Any passers-by would think they were hearing the sounds of animals. He moved back and his now wet cock out of my mouth and slapped my face with it again. "Where now bitch? What hole should I choose. I am going to have them all, so you tell me." I refused to answer and he held my blonde hair in his hands again. As he was pulling I spat, and yelled, "Fuck you!" "Oh ok, you want me to fuck you. That I will do. But first I want to taste what you have to offer." I was at his mercy as he licked his lips and dove between my legs. His tongue immediately jammed into my pussy and roughly licked and sucked. My body betrayed me as I was rocked with an orgasm. He sat back face dripping with my juices and laughed. "I knew you would like this baby." He spread my pussy open as wide as it would go and sucked my clit into his mouth. He was nibbling and sucking me for what seemed like hours. Over and over my juices poured into his mouth. I couldn't understand it. Then he sat up once again and with one swipe cleaned my cum from his face. He leaned in and kissed my lips and my neck. Then without warning, his cock ripped into my pussy. I screamed and he forced himself into me again. He was bigger than I even thought. I was being torn with every thrust. He was shaking already and I knew that it would be over soon. He fucked me harder than I could have imagined possible, and I knew when he was about to explode inside of me. He plunged deeper inside of me and his body stopped. He moaned a primitive moan and I felt a stream of hot cum shoot inside of me. It filled me up and seeped out of my pussy around his thick cock. He lay on top of me catching his breath. I was recovering myself. There was no noise for a few minutes. Then he once again pressed his lips onto mine. Not as hard as before, there seemed to be a tenderness there now that wasn't evident before. He reached down and began to untie my legs. Then my hands were freed. As soon as I could move I quickly stood and he did too. I raised my hand and wrapped my arm around his neck. I pulled him to me and kissed him. I whispered. "I can't wait to live out my fantasy next. I am quite sure that Chris and Meghan will agree to it." He laughed and said, "Thank you baby! That was really amazing. So real. Exactly what I wanted. I can't wait to have all three of you with me." We slowly dressed and made our way up the embankment to the car. I was sore, but it was worth every second. Who knows, maybe he will do it again soon. I can only hope. Ravaged L entered the room slowly, taking her time, making sure every curve of her body was accentuated by her movements, looking every bit the seductress she wished to be. She paused, looking at Isaac, who was leaning back indolently in an armchair, a glass of brandy in one hand. He eyed L, drinking in her slender body, the way the dark velvet dress clung to her, the golden tresses spilling over her shoulders, the way she was carrying herself. As if she was the one in control. He smirked, taking a drink of brandy, then noticed the rosary hanging around her neck. "Take that off before you profane it any further." L obeyed, slowly removing the crucifix, letting her fingers linger along her neck and breasts. She dropped the rosary on a nearby table and moved closer to Isaac, kneeling on the floor before him. Isaac lifted the glass to his lips, pausing to gaze into L's eyes. Enchanting. L shifted her weight towards him, slowly running her fingers along his thighs, resting her head on his knees. Her fingers found their way to his cock and she began stroking him, her cheeks reddening slightly as she felt him harden at her touch. But then suddenly, Isaac seized her hair, yanking her head backwards and forcing L to gasp. "You are not the one who will decide the method or the timing of pleasures. You are here for MY amusement," he whispered dangerously before shoving her backwards violently. L, suddenly timid, gazed up at Isaac. "Take off your clothes. Then I want you to kneel before me, as you were." L quickly obeyed, setting her dress and shoes aside. Completely naked, she knelt before Isaac, noticing how her nipples hardened in the slightly chill air. Isaac rose, walking in circles around L, looking over her tender young body. Ah, how he could ravage that soft flesh! And he would. He paused when he stood in front of her, tilting his head to the side. "What is it you want, I wonder?" Isaac slowly unzipped his pants, drawing out his long, stiff cock teasingly in front of L's face. L whimpered softly. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, stroking himself gently. "Ah, so the little slut is hungry for me, perhaps?" L's eyes were hopeful, though she dared not speak. Isaac slapped her across the face with his dick, smiling. She closed her eyes, feeling herself get wetter as Isaac's dick hit her face, neck and breasts. Slowly she slid her fingers into her pussy, moaning gently while feeling her warmth. Isaac immediately backhanded L, causing her to tumble to the floor, holding her face and looking up in shock. "I do recall saying that you are here for MY amusement, and not the other way around," said Isaac sternly. "I'm sorry...I just...." L stammered. Isaac leaned in close, "Did I ask for your opinion on the matter?" "No, sir." L hung her head, somewhat hoping she would be punished for her actions. The slap she had just received only served to make her cunt wetter, and her need for him stronger. Isaac stood before her, then reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her head mere inches from his cock. He could see the desire clearly in her eyes. "So, what does the little whore want me to do with her?" L's breathing turned into small gasps. All she wanted was to please Isaac, for him to punish her, make her endure pain, and then for him to fuck her, use her to get off, to be his flesh playground. But he was only teasing her, and her craving made it difficult for her to be patient. Isaac leaned in and bit L's exposed neck, hard. L moaned, her hips moving slightly. "Ah, you like that, do you?" Isaac removed his shirt, exposing every muscle of his arms and upper body. L knew all too well Isaac's love of full-contact street fighting had helped tone those muscles to perfection. "Well, that makes me wonder what else you'd enjoy..." Isaac roughly grabbed L's breast, pinching and twisting her nipple. "Stand," he said, ignoring her tender moans. He grabbed her jaw and looked into her eyes, those priceless, deep blue eyes, and shoved her face against his, searching her mouth with his tongue. L nearly melted, but knew that these kind, gentle gestures were no match for brutal, painful fucking, and bit down on his lip. Within seconds, Isaac had thrown her against the wall. He effortlessly held her against it, his forearm crushing her windpipe as her toes dangled well above the carpet. She could feel the edge of a picture frame digging into her shoulder as her hands struggled with his forearm. L was growing dizzy, her vision blackening. "Ah, so this is what you think you like? I think you may have reason to change your mind before tonight is over. Don't think I'm going to be easy on you...it's a general rule that you can treat a whore such as yourself however you chose." With that, Isaac forcefully shoved three fingers deep into L's dripping cunt, sliding them in and out a few times, watching her hips desperately grind against his hand. He took his fingers out quickly and smirked as L whimpered, then wiped his fingers off on L's shoulder. "You truly are a submissive little slut, and I will enjoy breaking you over and over again tonight." Her eyes widened, but Isaac couldn't tell if it was from anticipation or fear. "And don't worry, there's nobody around for miles. Your screams will meet nobody's ears but mine." Isaac then let L drop to the floor, her breathing slightly raspy. What to do to her first? His cock was plenty hard, but he knew that the more he abuse and anticipation L had to endure, the more that little cocktease would beg. Isaac discarded his pants and boxers, standing fully exposed before L, who was on her feet again, rubbing at the red marks on her neck. How gorgeous, thought Isaac, would she be with a few more bruises and welts? Perhaps a little blood as well... Isaac moved to L's side, twisting his fingers in her hair and forcing her lips against the head of his cock. "You want this, don't you?" L closed her eyes and exhaled, her hot breath feeling magnificent just before she nodded and began licking at the head of his dick. Isaac slapped her across the face, still gripping her hair with his other hand. "You just don't learn. Good thing I've plenty of time with you to correct this." Pulling on her hair, Isaac forced L to stand, then led her to a desk with a large mirror hanging above it. "I'm going to teach you, slut, that you do things when I tell you to do them. Don't assume anything. Now, watch yourself in that mirror." Isaac had taken the belt from his pants and folded it in half, approaching L from behind. Without warning, he whipped her hard. L bit her lower lip to keep herself from crying out. Again and again, Isaac slapped her ass with the belt until her ass was good and red. He paused, grabbing her ass tightly, and to his surprise she moaned. Most girls would have whimpered and cried after the treatment he'd just given her. Pleasantly surprised, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and led her away from the desk. "Now then, where were we? Ah yes, kneel." L obeyed immediately, her eyes downcast. Isaac twisted his fingers in her hair once more, then forced her lips to the tip of his cock. "Now, whore, I want you to please me." Without a moment of hesitation, L began licking and sucking Isaac's dick. Her mouth moved over him expertly as she lightly grasped his balls in her hand, squeezing gently. She teased his hole with the tip of her tongue, then lightly scraped her teeth along the shaft. "You seem pretty good at this. But, my sweet little slut, this seems a bit too gentle for you, would you not agree?" At this, Isaac twisted his fingers deeper into her hair and forced his cock deep into her throat, feeling her gag at the sudden intrusion. His other hand made its way to the back of her head and soon he was fucking her face fast and hard, giving her hardly any time to breathe. Just as he was getting close to coming he pulled out of her mouth. L licked her lips, savoring the precum he'd left behind, and gazed up at Isaac. He pulled her to her feet using her hair again, then threw her on the bed. She lay silently as Isaac walked to the other side of the room, then returned holding several silky cords. Silently he grasped her arm, tying one end of the cord tightly around her wrist and the other end to the corner post of the bed. Quickly he also tied her other wrist and both ankles until she was fully spread on his bed, unable to move. Slowly Isaac straddled her body, rubbing his dick over her breasts and neck, listening for the little sighs he induced. He moved up to her head, whispering, "Why don't you lick me a little more?" Eagerly she obliged, maneuvering as best she could with the restraints. After a few seconds he pulled away, moving down her body, biting her flesh roughly as he went. L felt the waves of pleasure wash over her with each bite...her neck...her breast...her stomach...the inside of her thigh. Then she felt the head of Isaac's dick pressing at the entrance of her cunt. "Just look at how wet you are, you little bitch!!" Excruciatingly slowly, Isaac dipped just the head of his cock into her, then pulled back out. He did this a few more times, listening to L's whimpering. "What is it?" "Please...!" L whispered, straining with all her might against the restraints. "Please what, slut?" Isaac taunted, pushing his dick against her clit, "What is it you want? Could it be....this?" Isaac violently shoved his entire dick inside of L, causing her to scream loudly. "Was that it? HM?!" He flashed a menacing grin at her as he slid out, then forced himself in even harder. He grabbed her hips, pumping in and out of her, watching her tits jiggle as she gasped and moaned. "Oh...God...!" L screamed, her body convulsing as she began to orgasm. "Even God can't hear you now, my little whore. You've surely entered Hell." Isaac pulled out of her, smirking as she fought against the ties, chaffing her beautiful skin, begging incoherently for him to come back. Isaac found his belt, then returned to the side of the bed. "Now, I don't recall saying that you were allowed to cum," he said, then brought the belt down hard on her breasts. "Mmm...hit me harder..." L whimpered. Isaac stood back, staring at her with an icy expression, then hit her harder. He began whipping her body with the belt over and over again, no longer holding back until he saw tears gathering in her eyes. "My dear, sweet little slut...you make punishments nearly impossible when you enjoy them all. Have you learned your lesson?" L nodded, trying not to sob. "Good. Now, let's have some fun, shall we?" Isaac undid L's restraints, then laid down next to her on the bed, his cock standing erect. "Why don't you fuck me now?" he suggested, eager to see if she could match the pleasures she'd given him with her tongue. Slightly disheveled, L crawled over to Isaac, licking his cock to lubricate his swollen member before straddling him and slowly sliding him into her. It felt so good she could hardly contain herself. She began sliding up and down his cock, slowly at first, then faster. Then she began swiveling her hips, feeling his dick against every side of her cunt. She moaned softly and continued pumping against him, harder and faster, her tits bouncing just above Isaac's face. "Please, sir, may I come?" she whispered. He could feel her pussy tightening magnificently against his cock. He twisted and pinched her nipples, then grabbed her hips and forced his cock even deeper into her, forcing her to scream. Then taking her breasts into his hands, he bit one of her nipples until it bled. L could hardly control herself. "No, not yet I'm afraid." L began to whimper as she held back her orgasm, digging her nails into his side slightly. Suddenly Isaac sat up and threw her off of the bed. "Crawl to me. And I want to hear you beg," Isaac commanded her. Cunt dripping went, L crawled as seductively as she could, gasping, "Please, sir, I just want to please you, I want to feel your hard cock in me! Please let me make you cum in me, fill me up, oooh, and let me cum on your cock, I just want to be your little slut, use me as your little fucktoy, please, sir!!" She was at the edge of the bed, and Isaac could see how desperate she was for release. He lifted her back onto the bed and sat her on all fours, then began violently fucking her from behind. He pulled her hair, slapped her ass, and scraped his nails down her back and sides. "Oooh! Please, sir! Please let me cum!!" L begged. Isaac pulled out of her hot pussy, then shoved his dick deep into her has, making her scream even louder. He forced three, then four of his fingers into her cunt, twisting them and making L tremble uncontrollably. He leaned his head down next to hers, biting her ear, then whispered "Alright, slut. You may cum when I do." He pumped into her a few more times, then shot his load into her tight little ass, feeling her pussy spasm several times around his fingers. He pulled out just before she tumbled over onto the bed, and he held his fingers over her mouth. "Clean them off, bitch." Obediently, L took his fingers into her mouth and licked and sucked all of her juices from them. As soon as she'd finished, he straddled her face and pushed his dick against her lips. "This, too." Once she was done, Isaac laid next to L, gazing at how lovely she was. She had curled up next to him, as though afraid of something and seeking him for protection. The irony of it made him chuckle. Yet despite the tears, the blood, the welts that were now bruising, and her tousled hair, she was magnificent. Even more so now that he knew she could likely withstand some of his even darker desires and punishments. He would just have to wait and see next time... Ravaged I love the walk from the couch to the bed. There is something about the sultry way your hips sway back and forth, the light fingertip guidance your hand gives mine as we ascend the staircase, the look of sexual anticipation in your eyes as you look back at me and smile wickedly, biting your lip and teasing me with your entrancing blue eyes. Halfway up, I pull myself closer to you, grinding my hips and firmness into your succulent behind, causing your eyes to close, your smile to broaden, and a soft moan of contentment to escape your lips as you realize my need pressed against you. We reach the top step and proceed to the bedroom where you turn to face me and kiss me passionately, your arms resting on my waist as you stand on your toes to reach me. Our tongues meet ever so lightly at first, and then with more urgency, exploring each other's mouth with an insistence that comes from wanton desire. Every so often our lips break apart, and on one of those moments you pull away from me, teasing me with your parted lips but denying me the pleasure of tasting you. You do this so well, it drives me crazy thinking about it now. Finally we drop to the bed, and your teasing subsides as you grip my shaft through my pants and start sliding your small hand up and down it, feeling the hardness, reveling in the thought that soon it won't be your hand it's sliding along. Our eyes lock and you whisper to me, "I want you to fuck me." I am powerless. Gently I guide your hand away and pull down the waist of my pants, releasing the glory of my incredibly hard cock. You take one look at it and start removing your own clothing, showing me your beautiful legs and thighs, and the sweetness that is your amazing pussy. I can't stand it anymore; I need to be inside you right now! I lower myself onto you and you grab my cock in your hand and guide me into your waiting passage. I linger for a moment at your entrance, teasing you, and then gently insert myself into you. You moan slightly as I enter, and as my full length fills you, your moan turns into a sigh mixed with pleasure and relief. I bury my cock in you, savoring the feel of your hot wet canal, and then slowly I stroke out of you again, almost leaving completely, until the head of my rod rests just inside you. Then, ever so slowly, I plunge myself back into you, and you moan again, this time with a look of raw sexual enjoyment spread across your face. I then start thrusting into you, directly at first, and then with a rotation of my hips, feeling the walls of your pussy from every angle, watching your face as it responds to my ministrations. I'm not disappointed by your reaction as you writhe beneath me, savoring the feel of my thorough probing. Just as you start to rotate your hips in unison to mine, I pull out of you as far as I can, and then once again slowly re-enter you. Your moan is louder now and more insistent. I do it again, and again your response pleasing as your head arcs backwards and you grip my back firmly. At that point my mind turns to its animal instincts, and my body responds in kind, as my slow rotating thrusts suddenly become full blooded impalings, and I start pistoning into your cunt as hard as I possibly can. I can feel you shudder as I pound into your pussy, and your breathing becomes ragged and coarse. You start to moan even louder, and as my plunder continues, you begin to cry out, your sounds mixed with words of "Oh god yeah! Oh God Thomas, fuck me! Fuck me!" I pound your pussy until sweat starts dripping off me from the effort, and I think I'm going to collapse. Then I suddenly stop, and watch your face go from mind fucked abandonment, to semi-relaxed and slightly disappointed, and you regain an easier sound to your breathing, but a look of pure lust filled desire fills your eyes. I then return to the slow rotating strokes of before, every once in a while changing the direction of my circumnavigation of your pussy, once again feeling your hips push back into mine, feeling you grind your clit against my pelvis. You continue to moan softly, your eyes briefly opening to stare into mine before once again being closed by a new wave of pleasure. I can feel you getting closer to release, and that in turn encourages me to fuck you harder, so for the second time I change from the slow pussy caressing stroke to the mindless ramming of your dripping snatch. You splay your legs wide to allow me to completely ravage you with my cock, and as I continue to slam into you faster and harder, your cries get louder and higher, your face contorts from the raw animal act, and then finally I feel your whole body start to spasm as you cum harder than ever before. Even as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you I continue to thrust deeply inside you, relishing the sensation of your cunt gripping tightly onto my still immensely hard member. You make little to no sound as you cum, as all words, thoughts and abilities seem to leave you, and your entire focus is on the power of the orgasm raging through you. Eventually you can stand it no longer, and wriggle slightly away from me, but still hold onto my rod with your convulsing passage. I ease back from you, but still every now and then I thrust back inside you, just to see a new spasm of pleasure sweep through you, and to hear the small whimper come from your mouth as your whole body collapses from having been utterly pillaged. We lay there quietly for a moment, just looking into each others eyes. I'm still inside you, and I lightly rock back and forth, eliciting a small gasp and a smile. "Was that good baby?" I ask as I continue to lightly sway my hips. You don't answer, but simply nod your head as your smile broadens. "I want you to turn over baby, I want to fuck you from behind." I say, looking deep into your gorgeous blue eyes. You continue to smile, but start turning your hips around, causing my cock to leave its warm home. But not for long, for as soon as you've managed to settle yourself face down on the bed, I bring my prick back up to your waiting hole, and slide myself straight in all the way to the hilt. You cry out once, and then press your ass back against me, pushing my cock in as far as possible. I remain motionless for a minute, waiting as you wriggle yourself under me, relishing in the feel of my rod deep inside you. Then, slowly at first, I start thrusting myself in and out of you. You start to moan, spurring me on, and I increase my tempo, getting faster and faster, until I am jack hammering your snatch as fast as I can. You start to scream from the absolute beating your pussy is taking, and turn your head to show me eyes filled with a greed for raw fucking. It's then that I reach one hand up and wrench your head back by the hair. The shock causes you to breathe faster, and your back arches even further into my mauling cock. I continue to pound your brains out while clenching your hair in my fist, and your screams turn into guttural grunts of mindless sexual exertion. This continues for what seems like ages, and in the end, your grunts have regressed into pleasure filled whimpers, each one revealing the unbridled bliss my fucking is bringing. Finally I slow, allowing you to place your head back onto the bed, and return to a slow, methodical pumping of your pussy. You are completely dripping wet now, your cunt lips swollen and puckered, the inside of your thighs slicked with your own fluid. Even like this, each time I push inside you, a moan escapes your mouth. I feel like I could cum inside you right now, fill you with hot jizz until you overflow with it, but I restrain myself. I want to continue pleasing you. Eventually, I pull myself out of you, and you roll over once more. We both lay on our sides and our mouths meet, our tongues lashing each other vigorously, and our eyes locking together. The fire is still there. You are truly and totally insatiable. You push lightly on my chest, and I roll backwards, resting on my back with my cock waving in the air like a beacon. You slowly slink on top of me, straddling my still raging hard on, and all so easy slide down my throbbing pole. A sigh comes from my mouth. There is nothing sexier than watching you ride my cock. To start, you simply grind your hips into me, and I raise mine in return, completely absorbed in the feel of your fantastically swollen cunt lips spreading juice all up and down my pelvis. Your fluid rolls down the shaft of my cock and coats my scrotem. I can feel the slickness of it, feel the liquid warmth, and I pulse my shaft in contentment. Then, ever so slightly, you raise your hips up off me, and start to rock yourself back and forth, my hard rod sliding effortlessly inside you. Your passage is drenched, and I can feel every millimetre of your canal slipping along me. Although it seems impossible, I feel myself get even harder inside you, and start to envision filling you with my warm seed. You start to rock faster, and your head starts to tilt back slightly as you start relishing in the cunt plowing you are receiving. I start to match your rhythm, pumping myself deeper inside you in time to your rocking, sighs and moans falling from your luscious lips. Your breathing becomes faster, and your start to take large gasps of air when our hips come together, the feeling of being impaled on my cock consuming your entire being. At that point, I bend my legs up behind you so your ass is resting on them, and then without restraint, relentlessly begin annihilating your already ravaged cunt. I pound you as hard and long as I possibly can, as you cry out from above, gripping the mattress with clenched fists, your head bowed down into my chest, and your hair draping over my face. As I continue to flay your pussy, your cries become higher pitched squeals, and your mouth gasps open in ecstasy. Eventually I slow, extending my legs back out behind you, watching your face as you continue your soft, high pitched moan. You return to your original hip grinding, and my cock feels like it has moved even deeper inside you than before. You recover your breathing, until once again you raise yourself slightly, allowing yourself to slide once more along my swollen length. I can see the true hunger in your face. You want me to cum for you. You start to pump along my shaft, rocking your hips back and forth, slowly gaining in tempo. On the downward strokes, you ram yourself onto my cock, slamming your clit and ass into me. Although you want me to spray my load, I can see you are ready to climax as well. "Oh yeah baby, that's the way, ride that cock. I know you want me to fill you up with my hot cum. You want me to gun deep inside you don't you. Want me to fill you to the brim with my load." You love hearing me talk to you like that while I fuck you, and as I continue to say these words, you nod your head and close your eyes, viewing the imagery my voice is creating inside your head. "Are you going to cum again for me baby. Come on, cum all over my cock. Let me feel you gush all over me." This pushes you even closer to the edge, and you start riding up and down on me even faster, dropping yourself even harder onto my waiting prick. As your breathing increases it's rate, I start to lose myself in the feel of your pussy, and I know my release is not far away. You become more and more irate above me, and you clamp down harder on my cock, soliciting a groan from me as I can feel the tension start to build at the base of my shaft. Your cries begin again, and you up the tempo some more, pumping down on me with wild abandon. I clench my cock, holding on as long as I can, building myself up for the torrent of cum I know is coming. Your cries heighten in pitch, and then, like a wave, your whole body tenses and you release with mind blowing ferocity, your entire body spasming wildly, wave after wave of sensation rushing through you. My cock keeps pounding into you, keeping you in your state of overpowering elation. And then, just as you start to descend from your plateau of ecstasy, I can finally take it no longer. I arch my back and explode inside your hungry pussy, sending spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside you. You can feel it filling you, and a new wave of spasms wash across you. I cum harder than I have ever in my life, and my cock keeps endlessly throbbing even after I have blown my entire load inside you. Your cunt milks the last drops from me, clamping along my length, greedily consuming every last drop of juice I have. I have always loved the taste of my own seed, and I quickly disengage myself from you and drop my head between your thighs to drink at the glorious well of cum and pussy juice that is there. My tongue lashes wildly at your gaping hole, lapping up every speck of that amazing sexual cocktail. I can hear you moaning as my tongue swirls around your swollen clit, and I lick the last of the pouring fluid into my mouth. I carefully cradle that final taste on my tongue, and bring it to your panting mouth. You vehemently thrust your tongue past my lips and savour the sweet flavour of our combined efforts. When you have swallowed the last drops, you kiss me passionately for a moment more, and then collapse backwards, exhaustion and bliss like blanket drawn over you. I also collapse into spent contentment, sweat beading all over me. Finally, you shuffle yourself across to me, and I cradle you in my arms as we both find peace in each other's warm embrace. Ravaged by a Big Black Cock I awoke once again with the salty yet sweet taste of cum in my mouth and immediately felt for my oil and seed coated ass. Now empty, it came back to life as I slid a finger into it. I was feeling so good I couldn't ask for more in my life. Getting fucked again and again by my two younger lovers, and being consumed by my new addiction to cum, I felt that I was now the happiest man on earth. Why I never was in love like this before I will never know, but now I was so content that I couldn't think of anything else I could ever want out of life. For most of the day I already had been fucked by both Rick and Ken, fucked Ken for the first and experienced pure joy that can never be justly described. And still, this day was far from over. The three of us were going to a Halloween party, or as Rick described it, my first masked ball. I didn't catch the pun at first, but once it dawned on me what he said, I quivered with excitement. The idea of being out in the open with my men and letting the world see how I loved them made me all the more euphoric. I felt so randy I couldn't wait for the festivities to begin. I knew what I was going to wear. Early today Rick and Ken bought me a black leather outfit - vest, a collar with a chain to be pulled by, and pants with a large round opening for my ass to stick out. I had a simple Zorro type mask and I was fitted with a beautiful butt plug with a gorgeous black haired tail. In a crazy way, I looked like a horse - not a stallion, but a mare, hopefully being led off to stud. Rick was dressed like a southern gentleman with a long tailed topcoat, vest with gold pocket watch, fake derringer in his pocket and civil war era planter's hat. Ken really shocked me, he was going as a Ku Klux Klansman, wearing a white sheet and nazareno hood with a large red K on his chest. This being Japan, it wasn't so offensive as much as rebelliously funny. Well, we took a cab to the club, a place close-by Rick's bar that I have some previous experience in. A few months before, they had given me a most memorable birthday party there and I somehow expected the same amount of fun was again awaiting me . It was impossible to sit in the taxi, partly because of excitement, partly because of the butt plug-horsetail sticking out of my ass, but , being only a short ride, we were there in no time! We arrived about eight p.m. and the place was really swinging. Everyone was in costume or drag, the bar and tables were full and there were loads of couples on the dance floor in all manner of embraces. Rick led me by my chain, and the thought of me being his slave excited me to no end. After a drink at the bar, Ken said he was going to move around to see who all was here, and Rick dragged me to the dance floor. It was a funny feeling, we hadn't danced since the night we met, and as we embraced, I noticed other couples practically fucking every which way I looked. I melted in his arms, reaching behind, I couldn't help myself, I was grabbing for his cock as we ground our hips into each other. I didn't know it at the time, but we had both had a hit of sextacy in our drinks and I was getting light headed fairly quickly. Feeling so hot, and feeling so good, my tongue found Rick's and as he held me tightly by my ass, our amazingly rock hard cocks pressed against each other. What few pangs of shyness I might have had were quickly evaporating. Even though I had fucked so much already today, I was so turned on that I needed more! Pretty soon, feeling so high yet so hungry, I dropped to the floor and attacked Rick's trousers with a passion. His cock was rock hard and I worshiped it as I devoured it. Taking it deep down my throat, my drooling mouth met his pre cum and formed a great lube as this fantastic weapon of his kept stabbing deeper and deeper into my open mouth, my wet lips sucking as they begged for more. I cupped his balls with my right hand, gently kneading them, as I held his ass firmly with my left. I was getting so horny and all I wanted to do was make my man Rick feel pure pleasure. That was all I needed to satisfy myself. I was sort of aware that I wasn't the only one sucking cock on that dance floor, but evidently we were being noticed as a small crown gathered around. Soon I detected the flashing of cameras as people were evidently taken by our great outfits and the entertainment we were presenting. Men were filming with their camera phones and it excited me even more! Trying my best to entertain, I wiggled my ass, trying to shake my tail as I sucked Rick's cock with utmost love and affection. All my inhibitions evaporated as I thought how it would be great to have my lover and me on camera as he shot his load down my throat! The night was just beginning, yet I didn't care, I had to have Rick'c cum now. The drug was fast acting and time seemed warped. I had no idea how long I was sucking, and very little awareness of my surroundings. Eventually realizing that people were urging me on, I felt that here I was in a position to provide enjoyment for an enthusiastic crowd while at the same time showing my love for my man. Eventually, I did hear Rick's voice as he said to those around me "Get your cameras ready, people." Then, in short order, he pulled back as my empty mouth reached for the enormous squirt of precious cum as it hit my nose, lips and throat, filling it to capacity. A small roar went off as flashes continued, and I groaned and moaned while lapping up this most wonderful of presents. I cupped his balls, squeezing them slightly, as I rode his shaft in and out. With cum dripping from either side of my mouth I savored the wonderful mouth feel of a hugh cock expelling wave after wave of nectar. Rick screamed out in joy, holding my head tightly as he shot of the remnants of his load. He must have felt like he was in heaven, everyone complimenting him, as I continued to service his cock. I swirled my tongue around his pee hole searching for every last drop of sweetness as I noticed his shaft was still rock hard and showing no signs of subsiding. As he pulled me to my feet, my face completely glazed by his massive discharge, I blurted out, "I love you, darling." He gave me a soft kiss on my lips then slid his tongue into my mouth. I swallowed the last of his cum as he led me to the bar. By now, I was really flying, feeling real dizzy as the drug took effect, yet I was still horny as hell. My cock was standing upright and Rick's delicate touching was causing me to gyrate as I leaned against the bar counter, trying to meet his hand with my aching pole. Sipping on a margarita, the salty edge of the glass made me lick my lips imagining the beautiful flavor of Rick's seed that I had just swallowed. I was ready for more already, even if Rick needed a little more time. Feeling like I was in a surreal setting, what came next was like out of a dream. With the sounds and sights slightly warped, I heard Ken call from behind and turning, saw a hilariously funny image. Here was my Ken, dressed like a Klansman, arm in arm with the most beautiful looking black man I have ever seen. Ken introduced him, saying, "This is my new slave, Mandingo," and I couldn't believe my eyes. He was built like an Adonis, pecks and biceps chiseled like none I had ever seen before. He had a close cropped Afro and was wearing what could be best described as tattered rags, barely covering that beautiful body. Even in the high state I was in, I knew I had to have him. I reached for his package and said, "Nice to meet you, slave, would you like to ride a stallion?" as I felt what must be a monster lurking under those trousers. My impetuosity startled everyone, even myself, as Rick let out a huge laugh and gestured for him to join us at the bar. I was not myself right now, but in a new zone I hadn't ever encountered before. High as a kite and as horny as hell, I had little or no control over what I was doing or saying. Mandingo told me his real name was Bob, but tonight I couldn't see him as anyone but Mandingo. He was gorgeous and I somehow knew I was going to be taken by him before too long. With the four of us leaning on the bar we must have looked like a funny sight. A slave owner, Klansman, stallion and slave all laughing and carousing. Bob was soon playing with my horsetail and it was sending tingles up my ass as I automatically reached down to grab his cock. Unbuttoning his pants, I felt a tool that was like a kielbasa sausage in size, even larger than Ricks, and knew I had to eat it. But the place was now almost wall to wall people and logistics might be a problem. Fortunately, my Ken had a plan that he was working out with Ken the bartender and soon it turned out I would be not only taking care of Mandingo, but entertaining the whole club. Unbeknown to me, at that same time, space was being cleared on the small stage at the back of the club and I was going to be the main act. When all was ready, Rick got on stage, had the music turned down, and with a mic in hand, announced that we were going to perform an act from Gone With The Wind. I am not sure if everyone understood the reference, but there was much applause. Ken soon grabbed me by my chain, told me to just act natural, and led me to a bed on stage. I took the hint and as everyone was applauding, I strutted up there, shaking my ass and tried my best to prance like a horse. Rick soon followed, dragging a seemingly reluctant Bob up with us and introducing him as Mandingo and me as Black Stallion. With Bob stripping off his clothes, revealing the most amazing nude body I have ever seen, I licked my lips and did my best to make horse sounds, bouncing up and down on the bed like a mustang. Instantly, the place as a whole let out a roar and I did my best to feign terror while Mandingo menacingly approached my bed. But, there was some trepidation mixed in with the acting. That cock was enormous and really dangerous looking. I wanted to give everyone a show, yet all I could think of was that huge cock coming towards me. Showing a false expression of fear and making a whining sound, as soon as that cock got in range, I reached up and swallowed as much of it as I could. The crowd roared again as I had my mouth stretched wider than ever before. The feeling was indescribable. An incredibly large cock that I could only take half way down my throat, I could feel it's veins as it slid back and forth thru my lips. God, I was euphoric! I tried to swirl my tongue around it's head, searching for his pre cum, yet it was mostly being squashed in the bottom of my throat. Cameras were flashing, tears were leaking from the sides of my eyes, and some of the crowd started a chant of "Man-din-go, Man-din-go," as Bob face-fucked me like never before. Every once in awhile, he would slap me on the top of my head, not hard, but enough to make me moan out louder. I never knew I was an entertainer, but I was enjoying this more than I could have ever anticipated. I groaned, moaned and whined for the crowd. This cock was heaven-sent and though I didn't ever want to stop, in my mind I knew what the crowd was waiting for. Rick had been manipulating my butt plug for several minutes now and shortly started easing it out of my tight fitting ass. It had a wide bulb shaped head which was hard to pull out, something I would be soon thankful for. With one final yank, he released it from my now gaped hole and raised his arm showing it to the audience. Another roar went off as I was now made ready for the slaughter. Mercifully, Rick squeezed a large gob of gel in and around my ass and got out of the way just in time as Mandingo spun the bed around and prepared to impale me. Yelling, "Fuck him,fuck him fuck him," the audience was being thrown into a frenzy. They were like the crowd in a Roman coliseum, blood-thirsty and waiting for a slaughter. The drone was making me dizzy, that and the drug, I presume, as a tinge of real fear started growing in my head. Facing most of the onlookers, trying to still entertain with the right expression, I had a rear feel of panic but had no time to prepare for what came next. Mandingo impaled me and I let out a screech as the feeling of being split in two overtook me. I screamed and everyone yelled in delight, but I thought I was going to die! The pain was excruciating and got worse with each pile-driver thrust. Thoughts of entertaining evaporated in an instant as I screamed in pain, pain too intense to describe. Bob was so much bigger than me and he held me by my ass cheeks and I couldn't escape. Agony overtook me. After a few thrusts he bottomed out and deep in my bowls I felt like I was being stabbed by a sword. I screamed, and cried, "Stop, please stop." In all honesty I felt I really went too far this time. The pain was so extreme, yet everyone was enjoying this torture to no end. I really thought death was near and there was nothing I could do but perish. The feelings of pain were so intense that I I think I may have temporarily passed out, but then something incredible happened. Still in a haze, a warm feeling slowly overtook me, and the pain began to soften! Little by little the feelings grew less painful, my screams subsided, and I felt like I was coming back from death's door. Amazingly, I heard myself saying, "Oh, please, don't stop." The most agonizing pain I've ever felt was being replaced by a fullness of a hot cock hitting places in my man pussy for perhaps the first time and sending me to a new stage of heaven. Like a runaway train, this feeling of ecstasy overtook me as I yelled, "Oh...fuck me...fuck me, please fuck me." Several who heard me broke into applause. Someone with a large voice yelled, "Fuck him, Mandingo, and soon that became a chant. I responded, "Yes, fuck me, Mandingo," and was soon meeting his thrusts as best I could. Bob was so deep inside of me, and I don't know what damage he was doing, but at the time I couldn't care. He would pull almost all the way out, then slam that monster cock home practically lifting me off the bed. I felt like a toy, or a rag doll, being thrown every which way. He was soon straddling my ass from above and impaling me in a downward thrusting motion, and I was gasping for breath. Nearly exhausted, I still didn't want it to stop. This wonderful feeling, that of my entire love canal filled beyond capacity, was something to die for. Every time he bottomed out, his huge thighs smacking my ass as his balls slapped mine made me grunt, then groan and beg for more. I felt like I wanted to cum, I felt like I was going to cum, yet I knew Mandingo was in total control. He seemed like he could do this all night. Finally I nearly begged him, "Please make me cum, please....I want to cum." Then yelled loud enough for the whole crowd to hear, Fuck me! Make me cum." I was so near, and my balls were aching from the constant hard on I had. I had to have relief. Bob, who had said very little the entire time, finally yelled out, "Get ready to die, bitch," and intensified the speed and power of his thrusts. Deep inside of me the walls of my love canal were convulsing uncontrollably as I let out another scream. I started shooting salvos of cum, causing my sphincter to squeeze tightly on this massive weapon of my destruction. I could feel it growing as Bob's entire body seemed to stutter, and then with one more thrust, he exploded! I howled as deep inside of me I could feel his seed gushing out as he pounded me mercilessly. I screamed with delight, and Bob did also, soon followed by all those watching us. Wave after wave of cum was filling me with nowhere to go. I could feel it sliding down my ass cheeks onto the back of my thighs a he continued to rhythmically pound me. My cock was still twitching, but all my seed was spent, yet this giant of a man was still going at it. I can only imagine how much of his love seed was in me. I could only hope that someday he will deposit a similar load down my throat. Yet, here I was, totally filled and totally spent. When Bob eventually pulled out of me, my gaping hole stayed open long enough for Rick to easily slide my butt plug back in place. But as exhausted as I was, lying on the bed, it was a lonely feeling once it was over. As the crowd gathered around, Mandingo came closer and whispered in my ear, telling me I was fabulous. That gave me one last surge of adrenalin as I reached for his cock, moaned and took it as deep down my throat as possible. Nodules of his spent cum speckled his shaft and I readily lapped them up. As the show was now over, someone dimmed the lights and the music started playing loudly. Rick and Ken helped me up and led me to the back room for a shower. I could barely walk, and I knew my ass would be sore in the morning but I know I will remember and cherish this evening as long as I live. Ravaged by an Xmas Spirit In the words of my ex-Stepmom's mother, Estelle, Johnny, you're a naughty boy. In one short day, a 24-hour period from Christmas Eve to Christmas evening, I not only had sex with my Stepmom, Carol, but also with her bi-sexual girlfriend, Debbie. Then, while they were out going house to house in the neighborhood spreading their Christmas cheer with their neighbors and I was napping on my ex-Stepmom's couch, I was accosted by my ex-Stepmom's mother. With this wonderful day, the best day of my life, still not over, I'll be having sex with Carol and Debbie again and, who knows, maybe Carol's mother, Estelle, will come downstairs again and give me another gum job. "Wow!" I was exhausted after the two hour threesome that I had with Carol and Debbie and was napping naked on the couch. I thought I was alone in the house. Unbeknownst to me at the time, Carol's mom, Estelle, came downstairs and asked me if I wanted a gum job. "A gum job? No," I said. Surprised and embarrassed as all Hell to see an elderly woman standing at the end of the couch staring at my cock, I didn't know what to say to her. "Now, I can see why my daughter likes you, she said. You're funny and you have a big cock." First of all, if having Carol's Mom seeing me naked wasn't embarrassing enough, to have her Mom talking dirty to me about the size of my cock and wanting to give me a gum job was beyond belief. I thought I was dreaming. Never having had one before, I didn't even know what a gum job was. Then, she reached in her mouth, pulled out her teeth, and impaled herself on my exposed cock. At first, I was mortified and grossed out because she pulled her false teeth from her mouth and she was so much older than me, by 40 years older. Yet, the feeling of her gums rubbing against my cock, along with the amount of increased pressure she was able to put without hurting me with teeth, was incredible. Never have I had a blowjob, gum job, like that before. "Wow." Only, after having sex with three women, especially with who the women were, I felt a bit perverse. It wasn't bad enough that at only 29-years-old, I was having sex with my 47-year-old ex-Stepmom and her 35-year-old bi-sexual lover, Debbie, who used to be my Dad's girlfriend, after he booted out my Stepmom, by the way, but also now I was having sex with Carol's 69-year-old mother. I'm reprehensible. To make this a perfect all in the family Christmas holiday, Carol just needs to have a daughter miraculously appear from out of nowhere. It would be a dream come true to do the daughter, mother, and grandmother. Now, that would be a story to tell. "Wow. I wonder if she did have a daughter, what she would look like? I wonder if I'd be as attracted to her as a I am to her mother?" Fortunately, Estelle beat it upstairs before her daughter, Carol, and her lover, Debbie, came home from their holiday neighborhood gallivanting. I'm just glad my ex-Stepmom didn't catch her mother giving me a gum job and me receiving a gum job, for that matter. That would have been totally embarrassing, awkward actually. What could I have possibly said. "Oh, hi, Carol. I, uhm, was lying on the couch naked. I thought I was alone. Then, when your Mom entered the room and saw my big cock, she passed out. I've been trying to revive her." "By sticking your cock in her mouth?" Nah, that excuse wouldn't have worked. I'm just glad she didn't catch us. I tried saying no to her Mom, only, I had no choice. Her mother said that if I didn't give her sex that she'd tell her daughter that I was up in her room feeling her boobs, which I wasn't. Now, I'm just glad that it's over and there's no possible way she'll find out that her Mom gave me a gum job. Now I'll know to never stay in that house alone without having Carol there to save me from her sex crazed mother. "Johnny," said Carol. "What's this?" "What's what?" I couldn't believe my eyes. Carol held up proof that her mother had been here. Shit. She found her mother's false teeth. Estelle had left them on the sofa table when she pulled them from her mouth to give me a gum job. Oh, my God. She must have forgotten to put them back in her mouth. Busted, I was fucked now. "I don't know," I said lying. Only, I can't lie and trying to lie to my ex-Stepmom, who has known me since I was 12-years-old, was impossible. She could read me like a book. "Where'd did these come from? They weren't here when Debbie and I left to go out," she said waving those nasty dentures in front of my face. "I don't know," I said again avoiding her eye contact, while looking every bit as guilty as I was for having sex with her mother. "Was my mother here?" "Your mother?" "Yes, was she here?" "No." "Were you upstairs in my mother's room?" "Upstairs? In your mother's room? No, I haven't been upstairs. I didn't even know your mother had a room upstairs. I didn't even know your mother lived with you." "She doesn't live with me," she said shooting me a glaring look and making me feel that I was lying about not having gone upstairs, when I was really lying about her mother being here. "I swear to you, Carol, I never went upstairs. I was napping on the couch the whole time," except for when her mother was gumming my cock, I thought but didn't dare say. "Then, how did her teeth get here on the couch table? She was buried with them." "What? Buried? What do you mean? Buried?" All the hair on my arms stood with what I knew she was going to say next. "My mother died five years ago." Fuck me. With my eyes bulging out of my head, I could feel my heart beating like one of those cartoon characters where they show their hearts pulling out of their chests. "Died? Your mother is dead?" I couldn't believe it. I received a gum job from Estelle's dead mother. How is that possible? Life after death does exist and maybe I could return and finally have sex with all those women I wanted to but never did. I thought of all those cheerleaders I wanted to bang in college. Forget that, what about all those cheerleaders on the pro football teams? What about celebrities? I could finally have sex with Carmen Diaz, Nicole Kidman, Oprah, nah, not Oprah. "My Dad shot and killed her and then killed himself." Suddenly, the image of me having sex with alive women when I was dead burst with Estelle being shot to death. How awful for her and horrible for Carol to have survived that. No wonder why she was acting out and losing herself by having sex with a bi-sexual woman and with me her ex-Stepson. The poor thing. "Oh, my God! Your Mom was here, Carol. I was sleeping on your couch naked and your Mom suddenly appeared from out of nowhere. Naughty, naughty, she said. You've been bad. She scared the shit out of me." "My mother? Here with you?" "Yes." "What did she look like?" It was normal for Carol to doubt me. Maybe she was hoping that I was rummaging around in her mother's room upstairs and brought down her dentures for some perverse reason. Only, I knew once I started telling her all that really happened, she'd believe me. "Look like? Uhm, 5'3" tall, slim, with gray hair and light blue eyes." "What was she wearing?" "A bathrobe, a white terrycloth bathrobe." "She always wore that damn bathrobe. What else?" "Nothing else because she removed it when I refused to give her sex." "My Mom asked you for sex?" "Yes, she said I had a big cock and that her husband had a small cock. She said she had always wanted to experience a big cock." "Oh, my God, Johnny," she said putting her hand to her mouth and sitting down on the couch. "My Dad shot my mom because she told him he had a small cock," said Carol looking as pale as her mother did, when she was sitting next to me on the couch naked. "He left a suicide note before shooting himself. He said that he was upset because he couldn't please my Mom with his little cock." "I can't believe it," I said. "Did she have sex with you?" "Sex with me? What do you mean?" "My Mom said you had a big cock and she always wanted to experience a big cock, which is why my Dad murdered her. Did she finally experience a big cock? Is that why her teeth were on the couch sofa." Unbelievable, even in death, I can't hide the truth from Carol. "Yes, okay, she gave me a gum job. She said that if I didn't give her sex that she'd tell you that I was up in her room feeling her breasts while she was sleeping. I figured she was crazy. Yet, when she started gumming my cock, well, it was--" "Stop, please, Johnny, I really don't want to hear about the ghost of my dead mother gumming your cock, if you don't mind." "Sorry." Now, I felt like a total pervert having sex with a ghost. "Do you think she's still upstairs," I said looking up at the ceiling and thinking that she could just materialize from out of nowhere. I couldn't believe I had sex with a ghost. An apparition gave me a gum job. And of all the dead people, it was Carol's Mom. Why couldn't it have been someone hot like Marilyn Monroe? "You guys are freaking me out," said Debbie wrapping her arms around herself and stepping closer to the front door ready to bolt. "Is there really a ghost living in this house?" "It's not really a ghost, Debbie. It's just my Mom. Probably because she was murdered and died in her sleep in this very house is the reason why she can't rest in peace." "I'm not staying here with a ghost in the house," said Debbie. "I don't care who the ghost is." "She's not going to hurt you," said Carol. "C'mon, let's go up to her bedroom to see if she's still here. Maybe, if she is and we confront her, tell her that she's dead, she'll rest in peace, finally." "I'm not going up there," said Debbie taking another step closer to the front door. "Suit yourself then, if you'd rather stay down here alone while Johnny and I go upstairs." "Okay, I'm coming." Upstairs the three of them went with Carol leading the way. "Mom," said Carol, as soon as she reached the top of the landing. "Are you here? You left your teeth. I'm just going to leave them in your room." Carol opened the door to her mother's room. With the bed still made and sheets over most of the furniture, it appeared the room had never been disturbed. Carol put the teeth on the dresser and we all left. "I didn't feel her," I said to Carol. "I don't think she's here." "Yeah, I didn't feel her presence either," said Carol. "I've felt her here before, but I've never seen her. I can't believe she showed herself to you. Her need to have sex with a big cock must have been overpowering, one that transgressed this earth to the beyond. Maybe that was enough to satisfy her and finally make her rest in peace." Carol turned and gave me a big hug. "Thank you for allowing my Mom to gum your cock, Johnny. Thank you for allowing her to rest in peace," she said wiping a tear from her eye. "Oh, that's just great," I said breaking away from Carol. "Let's hope she doesn't tell any of her other dead friends that I have a big cock." Ravaged by You I come into your room wearing a black blouse that exposes a substantial amount of cleavage and a black skirt that reaches mid-thigh, exposing my nice, shapely legs. I have my black four-inch heels on and lick my lips as I hungrily stare at your crotch. You don't even say hi to me as you glance me over with your warm brown eyes, stirring the already heated lust between my legs. "Get on your knees," you firmly say. I lower myself on my knees as I wait in patience yet hidden excitement. My lips long to wrap around your hardness, to savor your addicting, masculine scent. My nipples harden in arousal as you walk over to me and unbuckle yourself in front of me. I eagerly watch as you unbutton your pants and lower the zipper. I bite my lower lip as your thick, hard cock comes into bare view. You take off your pants and I feel wetness gathering in my cunt as you tease me by lightly slapping your fully engorged cock against my pursed lips. "Open your mouth," you whisper as you press the head against my pale pink lips. I eagerly open my mouth wide and moan as you push the head of your throbbing cock past my lips. I flicker my tongue against the velvety head and I feel you stiffen as I gently massage your balls with my hand. My cunt is throbbing almost painfully as I anticipate your cock deep in my throat. You slowly enter my mouth until the head of your cock is brushing the back of my throat, making me gag a little. I moan around your cock as you slowly pull out and then quickly jam it back in, surprising me when you hold the back of my head and force me to choke on your cock. "How do you like gagging on my cock?" you ask me as you quickly pull out and graze my lips with your hardness covered in my saliva. "Do you want more?" "Yes, please!" I eagerly respond as I stare at your glistening cock covered in my spit. "I need your cock." You roughly pull me toward you and start fucking my mouth so good, I am shaking all over from pure lust and sensation. Your cock is hitting the back of my throat and I know you like the wet, sloppy sounds of my mouth and throat covering your dick in my saliva by the way you hiss in satisfaction. "Good little whore," you whisper as you pull my hair, making me tremble. "Get on the bed with your head hanging over the edge." I walk over to the bed in anticipation of what is to come. No one knows how perverted and cum hungry I am because I am so shy and reserved in public, making sure to hide this secret side of me that you are clearly witnessing now. You walk over to me and slide your slippery cock across my face, making me tremble as you rub your balls over my face as well, marking me. "Suck them," you hoarsely whisper. I eagerly wrap my lips around one of them and gently suck on it, using my tongue to lather the sensitive part with my saliva. I love hearing you groan as my sucking becomes more insistent and I move my mouth to the other one. You slap my cheek with your throbbing cock and I whimper as your hand moves down to my C-cup breast. "You dirty little whore," you say as you pinch my hardened nipple through the soft fabric. "You're loving this, aren't you?" "I love being your dirty whore," I moan as your cock grazes my lips. "Fuck my face." You roughly shove your cock down my eager throat, making my pussy flood when you start fucking me without hesitation. I love being your little toy and focusing on just your pleasure. I grip the comforter for support as my throat milks your cock and my spit starts falling down my face. I love the way you lose control and start to shake as your thrusts become more insistent and rough. If I were to start touching myself, it would take seconds for me to violently come and make a wet spot on the bed. You hold your cock all the way down my throat for a few seconds as I squirm on the mattress, in complete ecstasy as you pull out and I watch you stroke yourself for a few moments. My spit is everywhere, connecting my chin to the head of your cock. The only thing I can smell and taste is you, your sweet and addicting flavor infiltrating my senses, making me moan for more. "Touch yourself," you order before you jam your cock back into my mouth. "Make yourself come." I quickly bring my right hand down, slipping past my soft, silky panties to my wet folds. I am completely drenched; I feel no hesitation as I rub my slippery, wet cunt. You start throat fucking me again and just like that, I start coming against my mere finger, moaning around your cock as my entire body violently convulses. My orgasm only eggs you on more, forcing you to groan and slam into my mouth harder. Spit is spilling out of my mouth and down to your balls, making you hiss and tremble. I continue to finger myself as I feel a second orgasm quickly approaching, making me thrash against the bed like a rabid animal. You feel the familiar stirring within your balls and quickly pull out of my mouth to stroke your cock that is covered in my spit, slippery and wet to the touch. I stare at your delicious cock as I ride my hand in complete ecstasy; a scream escapes me as I start squirting against my hand, making you gasp as you finally come on my face. The first strand falls across my forehead, followed by one on my nose and the last one directly into my mouth. You taste so sweet and delicious, and I can't help but wipe the remainder of your cum with my finger and lick it up. "Let me finger that wet pussy," you say as kneel on the floor. "Put your legs on my shoulders. I'm going to make you squirt again." I shiver at the raw intensity of your erotic words. I also can't help but feel surprised that you want to continue to play with me. I was under the impression that you just wanted to use me for my mouth. But it's clear from your eager expression that you want me to lose control again. I carefully place my long legs on your shoulders and you gently kiss the inside of my right thigh with your lips, surprising me yet again with the hint of tenderness. A shock of pleasure runs up my spine as you kiss my aching, drenched cunt before you gently slide your middle finger inside of my slick entrance. "So fucking wet and tight for me," you whisper. "Keep your gaze on me, my filthy little whore. You like being called a whore, don't you? You like being my little fuck toy? How does it feel to have my finger slipping inside of your cunt?" My back arches and I gasp as you fill my tight cunt with your finger. "So fucking good, Sir. And yes, I fucking love it when you call me your dirty whore." "Good girl. I'm going to make you squirt so hard, you're going to scream." You start fucking me with your finger so good, making me squirm and pant in absolute ecstasy. I love hearing the sexy, slick sound of your skilled finger sliding in and out of my cunt. Thankfully you're not into controlled orgasms because you'd be so disappointed to see me already losing composure. Like you ordered me to, though, I keep my gaze on you. I feel my womb tightening with every plunge of your finger and I am thrashing against the bed like the secret, dirty whore that I am, only visible for you to see now. You slip another finger in my tight core and I can no longer sustain my orgasm anymore. I gush all over your hand and try not to scream so loud as I am paralyzed in complete euphoria. My scream gets even louder as you replace your fingers with your skilled, succulent tongue lapping away at my sensitive core. To my complete surprise, I come again all over your mouth. You eagerly lick away at my sweet juices before you hum in approval and carefully get on top of me. I squirm and gasp as your cock slides against my drenched, slippery slit. My cunt aches in desire yet again as you passionately kiss me, forcing me to taste my own sweet cum. "Tastes divine, doesn't it?" you whisper as you lightly tap my pussy lips with the head of your cock. "I want you to squirt all over my cock before I fuck you like the perfect little slut that you are." "I love the way that you talk to me, baby!" I grab his hand and guide it to my neck. "Choke me a little. Make me yours." You wrap your fingers around my neck and lightly squeeze, being careful to not completely cut off my circulation. The sensation of your strong hand around my vulnerable neck and your thick cock slapping my highly sensitive clit sends me over the edge, making me come harder than before. My legs tremble and I grip the sheets as I feel my cunt flood your cock in cum. But you don't give me time to recover because you slip your delicious cock inside my tight, soaking wet cunt with no hesitation at all. I love the way you curse and shiver as I wrap my legs tightly around your hips and you take away your hand to whisper into my ear. "I wish I could last longer but you are so tight and wet, baby. You're going to make me come so hard inside your little cunt. I want to give you a creampie. Will you let me?" "Oh god, yes!" I shiver underneath you. "I would love that." "Good. I'm going to drain my balls into your warm, tight pussy." You grab my ankles and make me gasp as you slip further inside of me. My legs are perched on your broad shoulders as you begin to fuck me deep and hard. All I can think about is your thick, hard cock inside of me and the way your sexy, penetrating gaze is set on me, making my nipples tighten and clit throb in absolute heat and complete surrender. "Fuck me harder, baby," I fervently whisper. "I'm your dirty little whore. Pull my hair and slap me." No one's ever slapped me during sex, and I feel some hesitation that I will enjoy it until you roughly pull my hair and slap me across the cheek. I love it so much and moan as you fuck me even harder, your eyes narrowing and your thrusts becoming more and more wild and needy. I love the sexy sound of your balls slamming against me and your breath becoming more ragged and shallow. "I'm going to fucking come. Are you ready for my cum, my little cock whore?" "Yes! Come inside of me, baby. I need it." "I'm not going to stop fucking you," you hiss before you start groaning. "Fuck!" You start spilling your warm seed deep into my cunt but you continue fucking me like you said you would. I feel some of it spill out and it's so amazingly sexy, the way you continue to thrust inside me despite the fact that you're coming yet again. I can't help but wrap my arms around your neck and pull you down to kiss you voraciously. I can still taste myself on you and feel your resonating lust in our sexy, passionate kiss. "Don't get me worked up again," you whisper against my parted lips. "I will fuck you again." I try not to smirk too much before I say, "There is one place that you haven't fucked me in yet." "Bad girl." You make me shiver and moan as you grab a handful of my hair and pull on it. "Roll over and stick your ass up in the air." I love how in control you are; it turns me on so much that you are so sweet and demure in public but in the bedroom you are so dirty with me. You make me yelp in both surprise and pleasure when you lightly kiss my hip before you bite it. When you trace your lips down to my ass, I can't help but whimper and shake in complete anticipation. "Has it been awhile?" you ask as you lightly finger my tight entrance. "I don't want to hurt you." "Yes, it has. But I trust you." "I won't be too rough then. Do you have lube?" "Yes." Thankfully I remember that I have all of my sex stuff conveniently in the drawer next to my bed. Once I grab it and hand it over to you, I start feeling my taut body relax more as you lube me up. I moan as I feel your middle finger slowly slide into my tight entrance. I love how patient and slow you are to get me worked up, slowly adding more pressure and even leaning down to kiss my back. "I'm going to finger your sweet little pussy as I fuck your tight ass," you murmur into my ear as you take away your hand. "Would you like that, my little slut?" I shiver in absolute ecstasy. "Yes! I want you to have all of me." "Mm...such a good little slut. If I'm hurting you, you're going to tell me, right?" "Yes." It takes a little awhile, but once you slide inside of me and I get comfortable with the sensation of being filled, your free hand wanders down to my cunt, which is aching again for release, and start working my wet pussy. I moan as I feel your cock slowly thrusting in and out of my ass and your skilled finger flickering against my swollen clit. When I feel your sexy lips grazing my neck, dangerously close to my right ear, I feel my legs tremble and my cunt and ass tighten. "You are such a sexy little girl, letting me fuck your ass while I work your clit and talk dirty to you," you whisper into my ear. "Your tight little ass is squeezing my cock so good. Are you going to come soon?" I moan. "I will if you keep talking to me like that, baby." You make me gasp and shudder when you wrap an arm around my neck and lightly squeeze. "What if I light squeeze your neck and slap your ass?" You lightly smack my ass and I moan and buck underneath you. My orgasm comes so quickly, making me scream so loud that you have to muffle my mouth. Warmth floods your fingers and I feel you tense as you start fucking me a little more roughly. "God, I love being your fuck toy!" I moan as my orgasm subsides. "I want your cum deep inside my ass, too." "Beg for it." I moan again and press my ass against you more, making you tense and hiss. "Give me your cum, baby. I need it. I want you to fill my ass with your warm, sweet cum. Please!" "Mm. So dirty. I love it." You start slamming into me and I know that you're going to come soon. Your hands start to shake around me and your entire body tenses above me. I beg for your cum over and over and you slam into me one final time before you come deep inside of me again. I love feeling your warm cum spilling into my tight ass and relish in the sensation of being fully owned by you. You slowly pull out of me and to my surprise, you kiss me gently and patiently, grabbing me by my hips and forcing me to sit on top of you. Our bodies are so slick from a combination of our sweat and cum but it's so lovely to quietly rest on top of you as you run a loving hand through my soft hair. "That was lovely, my little slut," you say as you lightly slap my ass. "But if we keep going at it, we're going to be here all day. Shower up before I attack you again." I giggle as I slowly pry myself away from you and nod. "Yes, Sir." Ravaged in Broad Daylight! At 18! Mark frowned while looking in the full length mirror. After growing a lot this past winter, none of his old clothes fit. His father, taking pity, had given him a pair of old jeans which Mark promptly cut into shorts. But, as his reflection in the mirror made startling clear, he'd cut the shorts, well, too short. His dick and balls dangled free of the denim. Discouraged, he continued looking in the mirror. He was the only boy in high school with hair on his chest, light brown like his shoulder-length wavy hair, and more hair fanned across his arms and legs. Years of swimming had blessed him with a nice body, and this pleased him, unlike the time he overheard a group of girls in school talking about how his buns were like big melons they wanted to squeeze. This made him nervous. He then had an idea. If, by lying down, would he still be exposed? He repositioned himself and looked. As the sun reflected off the mirror, he clearly saw not just his dickhead, but his whole penis, balls and all, against the faded blue denim. He was also struck by the pattern of hair on his legs. The hair grew thicker on his thighs and even thicker, like a beacon, around the crack of his ass, just barely concealed by a thin stretch of denim. In contrast to this dark mass of fur, even his smooth ass checks were partly revealed. Looking at himself so exposed, he realized that he'd never seen himself quite this way before, in fact, no one ever had. It bothered him that he was still a virgin. He sat up and frowned again. He really wanted to get some sun, but there wasn't anything else to wear. What if he found a private place? Could he get away with wearing the shorts in, say, a place like North Shore Park? It was a park in name only, being just a big strip of grass between a little used road and the bay. He had never seen anyone in it. He thought: Well, there's only one way to find out. Pulling a pair of sweat pants over the shorts, he also put on a T-shirt, got a towel, jumped on his bike and rode to the park. As expected, the park was empty. After pulling off his shirt and pants, he was careful to lay down facing the bay and not the road. Seagulls won't complain about exposed dicks! For the first ten minutes or so, he was still nervous, but the warm sun lulled him into a calmer state of mind. After ten minutes, he fell asleep. He woke when a shadow crossed over him. He opened his eyes, squinting. Standing directly next to him was an older man, about fifty, slender, with a crisp gray beard, and bald. He was wearing nice shorts, and long gray hairs covered arms revealed by a short-sleeve shirt. Just inches from Mark's eyes were a pair of well-developed, tanned legs covered with dark hair. "Can I help you?" Mark asked. The man did not answer, but slowly looked Mark up and down. Mark was nervous, and was surprised at how vulnerable he felt – he was nearly naked while a fully dressed, grown man stood towering over him. "You don't seem to have any suntan lotion on. Won't you burn?" was all the man said. Mark felt relieved. At least the man wasn't a cop out to arrest perverts wearing obscenely short shorts. "No, I forgot my suntan lotion," Mark said, barely able to speak. "I've got some in my car." "I don't want to inconvenience you." "Oh, it's not a problem." Before Mark could protest, the man walked off. Mark quickly sat up, and was stunned by the sight between his legs: his whole dick was hanging out! The sun had warmed Mark's scrotum; it had expanded and stretched to the ground. His shaft nestled between his balls, and the sun sparkled off the many sweat droplets covering the exposed skin. And that man saw everything! Shit! Shit! Mark shifted in a vain attempt to cover himself, but the shorts were simply too short. So, he quickly unbuttoned the top jeans button, unzipped, pulled his dick shaft up toward his belly, pushed his legs tight together, and re-zipped. The man returned. "I've got a little time to kill, so why don't I help you put the lotion on? I usually do with my children and wife." Mark wasn't sure about this, but as he couldn't do his back, he thought, well, why not? "OK." The man sat down and started rubbing the lotion on Mark's feet. Being touched like this feels strange, but good, Mark thought. The man continued silently. When he reached Mark's knees, he asked, "Can you move your legs apart a little?" Mark felt stupid. "Well, you see, I kinda cut the shorts really short, and, well, uhh, I kinda...hang out, you know." "Oh, that's OK," replied the man, "I did the same thing once. I'm not embarrassed if you're not." Mark thought: why should he care if this man didn't? He moved his legs a little apart. The man continued silently. Mark asked a few questions, but received no reply. So he laid his head down and relaxed. The minutes passed as the man moved slowly up Mark's legs. In a low voice he asked, "How old are you?' "Eighteen. Just last week." "You're awfully well developed for eighteen." What does that mean? Mark was wondering how to respond when the back of the man's hand brushed against his balls. Mark bolted up but the man continued rubbing lotion on the insides of his thighs. Again, a hand brushed against his balls. As Mark was about to protest, the man squeezed the lotion bottle and the cap came off. Suddenly cool liquid poured onto Mark's thighs, sweat-covered balls, and into the crack of his ass, barely covered by the thin strip of denim. "Oh shit, I'm really sorry!" the man said, "Here, let me rub it in." Before Mark could protest, the man had pushed Mark's legs apart and was massaging Mark's thighs. Mark went ridged at the thought of this man's hands being just an inch from his exposed balls. "I don't mean to scare you, but the lotion is, well, everywhere." Mark tried to speak, but nothing came out of his mouth. He felt utterly frozen, and before Mark knew what was happening, this stranger – a man! – was actually rubbing his lotion-covered scrotum. Oh my God! Shit! Fuck! As Mark grew ever more alarmed, the man shifted to that special place below his balls. Mark inhaled deeply, and then looked down his chest. And was horrified. Staring back at him was his dickhead, just barely peeking out from the top of his shorts. Shit! I forgot the button! The more the man touched him – there! – the harder his dick became, pushing the zipper open further, until about an inch was exposed to the world. Shit! Mark tried to think non-sexy thoughts, but as the man diligently continued his massage, Mark's dick kept getting harder. Shit! Shit! No one had ever seen him with a hard-on, much less another guy. Paralyzed from fear, he looked at the man, expecting him to be shocked and disgusted, but he seemed intent on his work. He was also, Mark noticed, breathing very slow and deep. Mark was still frozen. Silently, the man continued, and very gently pulled Mark's knees up a little and opened his legs wider. This is the last thing Mark wanted. But things got worse. The man's finger moved from below Mark's balls to the thin stretch of denim covering Mark's ass crack. As he rubbed, he pushed the lotion-soaked fabric aside, and Mark knew his private, private space – my butt crack! – was now exposed. To a stranger! To Mark's even greater astonishment, his dick got rock hard, and strained against the fabric. What? Damn! The man traced the hair along the crack, rubbing the spilled lotion. His finger then slipped into the crack itself! Fuck! Oh fuck! As Mark's mind raced, sweat poured from his hairy armpits, his breath quickened, while his dick pushed hard against the zipper, exposing another half inch – but he said nothing. He couldn't. The man hiked Mark's knees up a little more, pulled his legs further apart, and continued to work the lotion into the crack. The unthinkable then happened. The man started working his finger around Mark's bud. Oh...my...God! Then he slipped a finger inside! Inside! Mark gasped, but the man didn't seem to notice. Aided by the spilled lotion, the finger slipped easily into Mark's most private part, moving gently in a circular motion. After the initial shock, Mark was surprised by an unexpected thought: It felt good. The man pushed Mark's legs fully up and apart, completely exposing the young asscrack, thus allowing his finger to penetrate even deeper, while his right hand massaged Mark's thighs and balls. He then inserted another finger, until both were easily accepted. Mark breathed very deep, still unable to move. He was also amazed this was happening in full view of the public. He looked around but realized that, with the way they were positioned, and with the man's back to the road, and the nearby bushes, it would be difficult for a car driving past to see exactly what was going on. As Mark grew used to his most private space being violated, the man poured lotion on Mark's belly and started rubbing the soft young fur. To his surprise, Mark no longer cared that his rock-hard dickhead was sticking straight out. In fact, he liked this, but couldn't understand why. He even wanted this older man to touch his dick! But surely he wouldn't. He did. While rubbing, his hand brushed against the exposed dickhead. A moment later he did it again. And a moment later. Did he mean to? Mark was electrified. He liked that this strong, much older man was looking right at his dick, and seeming not to mind! Mark looked toward the engorged shaft and watched, fascinated, as it strained against the zipper, as each brush from the man's big hand bumped it and forced the zipper open a little more. "I think we need more lotion," the man said before pouring some in his hand. "You wouldn't want this to get burned." He then rubbed the dickhead with his fingers. Fuck! Fuck! Mark almost fainted – it felt so good. He moaned and breathed very deeply. As he did he realized that they were no longer alone. About twenty feet away, a young man of about 25 was sitting on the seawall. How long had he been there? He was built like a runner and wearing only a pair of thin nylon shorts, the kind split up the sides. His running shoes lay beside him, his feet dangled in the bay, and his back was to the road. The runner was watching. Shit! Unlike a driver on the road, he had a view straight up Mark's legs. Fuck! Mark felt totally exposed. Duhh! I am! Sweat glistened across his mostly nude body, a hard-on strained against his shorts, his dickhead was visible to any passerby, a man was even groping his dickhead, his balls hung out, and he had a pair of fingers up his exposed ass! As Mark grew alarmed, the runner smiled. Stunned, Mark simply smiled back. This is soooo weird! The man didn't seem to notice the visitor. At this point Mark gave up worrying and instead focused on how – Damn! – good it all felt. He looked over at the runner who seemed riveted by the view. The man worked his fingers across the dickhead. Damn! He then started working on the shaft which pushed the zipper open even more. Damn! Damn! As the man's fingers went up and down, the zipper opened further. Mark's dick was now half exposed, and the bright sunlight was like a fuckin' spotlight! Damn! The man then wrapped his hand around the rock-hard shaft and started to, it seemed clear to Mark, jerk him off! As the man's hairy knuckles pushed against the straining zipper, it opened further. Then further. And still further. Damn! Damn! Damn! "We need to get lotion on every inch. You surely don't want this to burn either." It was now obvious to Mark that he was being artfully molested – but damn it feels good! – but maybe the man was serious about his not getting sunburned? Mark wasn't sure what to think at this point. The man continued stroking up and down, and each movement forced the zipper open, until it was all the way down. All the way! Mark watched utterly fascinated as his totally exposed hard-on was jerked-off by a strange man, in broad daylight, and with yet another stranger watching! And the world! Jesus! Just when Mark thought nothing could be more bizarre, the man pulled his fingers out of Mark's ass, roughly grabbed the thin stretch of denim between Mark's legs – Mark's last suggestion of privacy – and broke it – totally exposing the young ass. He then pushed Mark's right knee into the air, forcing the crack wide open. Mark quickly glanced at the runner who now had a direct view of his most private, intimate space. And highlighted by the bright sun! Fuck! The runner responded by quickly pulling his own dick out from his shorts and jerking off! Mark was delirious from lust. He felt unable to control anything. At that moment he heard a zipper. Looking to his side, he saw the man pull out a huge erect dick and pour some lotion on it. Far from being alarmed, Mark was excited by the sight of this large, manly penis surrounded by a dark thatch of hair. The man grabbed Mark's hand, and pushed it around the shaft. Mark could hardly breath, but he liked the feel of the steel member, at how different it was from his own, and how much bigger. He slowly stroked it up and down, the lotion glistening in the hot sun, and the bearded man groaned. To his amazement, Mark loved giving him pleasure. Suddenly, the man roughly pulled the young boy over his lap. "JESUS!" Mark gasped. He was still lying down, but there was no mistaking what was taking place. He first felt the man's hard dick between his legs, then between his crack, and then...inside him! Filling him up! Shit! I'm getting fucked! In broad daylight! And with a witness! The man looked into Mark's eyes, and Mark was startled by how intense this felt, emotionally. Far from being alarmed or in pain, he suddenly felt close to this perfect stranger, and liked the idea of their being connected, of having this man inside him. This guy's dick is inside me! Mark realized he was close to cuming and met the man's deep gaze. The man was breathing very deeply and quickly, his entire face was bathed in sweat, and his beard glistened. "Damn! Fuck!" Mark yelled each time the man thrust deeply into him. The runner yelled out, "Do it! Do it." The man didn't pause jerking Mark's young meat; all the while fucking deeper into the boy, thrusting his massive member between the young, innocent cheeks. "Damn! Fuck!" Mark gasped over and over. He looked over at the runner furiously jerking off, his back to the road. Mark couldn't hold on any longer. "Fuck, fuck, FUUUUCK!" he gasped as a stream of cum bolted from his dick and landed on his chest. The man's dick rammed into Mark's ass over and over as more streams bolted from Mark's dick. Soon, the young boy's hairy belly was covered in sweat and cum. The runner made a long, low moan. Mark looked over just as the runner's dick spurted into the bay. Gasping and spent, Mark watched the man, the older eyes never leaving the younger eyes. The man started moaning deeply, then pulled Mark upright so that he was sitting on the huge dick, and thrust his tongue into the young man's surprised mouth. Mark was overwhelmed with the intensity of this, and loved the feel of a beard being mashed against his face. With the man still looking him right in the eyes, Mark felt jism exploding deep inside him, over and over, while he bobbed upon the man's lap. "Your ass is incredible," the man moaned during his final thrust, "Increeeeeeedible." Mark fell back onto the grass as the man slowly withdrew. He then pulled Mark's torn shorts up and drew the zipper closed. Just when Mark thought nothing more could stun him, he watched as the man bent down and licked the sweat and cum from his furry belly. "I'm glad to have been of help," he said after washing Mark with his tongue. "You know, a good friend of mine would love...putting lotion on you. He's really good at it. Can we meet you here tomorrow, same time?" "Say yes!" the runner yelled out. Dazed, Mark had just one thought. Maybe he'd cut the shorts just about right.